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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 6, 2008 20:47:24 GMT -5
Blunt? And Intimidating? Cherry? Never!
Cherry carefully put the plates down, and narrowed her eyes at Calcifer, as if evaluation him. Her hip was cocked and her brow furrowed when she addressed him, “Soo. What is wrong with you?”
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Post by Jules on Nov 6, 2008 20:56:12 GMT -5
He studied the probably still drunk woman intensely for a moment, surprised at her insight and shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing." And moved away from the plates. He didn't want to talk about it anyways, what was he supposed to say, 'I'm worried you're incapable of keeping your big trap shut the next time you go see your murderous boyfriend who probably has hundreds of contacts on the outside very willing to break some (my) kneecaps?'
She might get a little titchy at that, and he really didn't appreciate titchy Cherry. It hurt more than most of her moods.
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 7, 2008 0:08:29 GMT -5
“Whaddaya mean by ‘nothin’? It’s obviously something, and I am kinda offended that ya feel ya cannot let me in on it. I thought we were friends and all—close, ya know.” Especially considering last night. They got very close.
Cherry ran a hand through her hair, and sulkily examined the silverware without really examining the silverware. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Had last night’s events ruined their easygoing, fun relationship? She didn’t want some kind of moody, awkward friendship that left her nervous at ever turn. People like Cherry, moody and easy to offend, rarely do well in moody relationships. It increases the level of moodiness exponentially.
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Post by Jules on Nov 7, 2008 0:13:18 GMT -5
"Look, no offense Cherry, but if you really want to know, I'm a bit concerned about what you'll let slip to Brolly. I don't know if you haven't figured this out yet, but you're not the world's greatest liar."
He didn't really care beyond that. Not that last night hadn't been incredibly fun, but he would rather not this headache for a bit of fun in the sack. Fun he could very easily find elsewhere. And he was still a bit sore at the suggestion she'd only slept with him because he'd bought her stuff. He was pretty damn handsome, if he did say so himself.
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 7, 2008 2:03:48 GMT -5
Obviously the ‘no offense’ tag before the rest of the sentence didn’t quite neutralize Cherry’s offence. “Hey, mistah, I do not quite know where that assumption springs from, but I am a bettah secret-keeper than you may think. My life revolves around secrecy, ya know? I may not be a Clara Bow, but if I steel myself, I can make a good excuse. It is the off-the-cuff, shoot from the fuckin’ hip kind of lyin’ I am not good at.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the silverware. “I’m not goinna tell Brolls. Why would I do that? And there’s any suspicion, and I do let it slip that I took someone home, I will tell ‘em it was some stranger from the bar, okay? I will not pull ya into my dirty laundry, Cal.”
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Post by Jules on Nov 8, 2008 0:42:33 GMT -5
She was actually making sense, so Cal almost felt bad. Almost. More, he had the sense that he should feel bad and that was about as close as he ever got. "Alright." He conceded stubbornly. "Just...be careful." The last thing he needed was half of Chimera's organized crime after his balls.
The silverware was a simpler pick then the plates that Cal did not have to worry about reordering afterward but the tables proved to be tricky. "I like these." He said, a hand on a display of a carved wooden booth that looked like a cross between a piano and a pew but had no cushion to the seating. "And Cherry? I'm sorry about...you know, everything."
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 8, 2008 2:11:25 GMT -5
“Careful is my middle name,” Cherry assured him, running her little hand along the display. It was a pretty booth; it could go with her desired, old-timey feel while still looking fresh. “It is nice. Looks like one of them church-seats, ya know?” Which would be kind of ironic.
A little smile darted across Cherry’s black-red lips, her pouty disposition diminishing. “What? Ya have nothin’ to be sorry for, Calcifer.”
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Post by Jules on Nov 11, 2008 22:03:36 GMT -5
"You seemed pretty upset that night. I knew you'd feel guilty, and I should have....stopped it." He looked away stiffly and marked the pews down on their order sheet.
He didn't know about careful being her middle name, but he didn't have much choice besides trusting her, did he? Hopefully if she did let it slip, Brolly wasn't jealous enough to try and hurt her. He would really, really, really hate to have to step in.
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 11, 2008 22:24:09 GMT -5
Cherry rolled her eyes and leaned against one of the displays, “Nah, don’t be sorry. I’m an adult. I’ve been an adult since the Roarin’ Twenties. I am the only one responsible for my actions.” Her outlook was surprisingly mature for a party girl. She had never been one to throw blame at others. “Well. Me and liquor. We’re the only ones responsible for my actions. It was not yer job ta stop me, that was my job. And I could not control myself, and I am the only one who should be sorry.”
There was a definite tone of regret in her nails-on-a-chalkboard voice, but Cherry carried that sadness off with surprising grace.
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