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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 8:46:06 GMT -5
*She lifted her brow, suppressing a smile.*
"A guilt-free conscience? For giving you such a time of things."
*The smile escaped anyways.*
"Come on. Ain't like it's gonna be that bad, right?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 8:49:33 GMT -5
*He raised an eyebrow.*
"I've a knack fer gettin' inna trouble whether I like it'r not. Do ya really think I need yer help?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 12:03:20 GMT -5
"Need?" *She looked him over appraisingly.*
"Probably not. I just figured you might not hate the idea."
*She sighed.*
"But if it bothers you so much, I'll leave you be. But if you change your mind, the show's just outside of town for the next few months."
*She smiled and nodded, as if set to a task.*
"It was nice doing business with you, Mister..."
*Only then did she realize that she didn't know his name, but if he wanted to keep her at arm's length, that was fine by her. She just shrugged it off.*
"I'll be by tomorrow to pick her up."
*She turned and started to leave.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 16, 2008 12:56:39 GMT -5
"Jake Quinn. Jess'll be ready at eight."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:06:36 GMT -5
*She paused. It was a start. She turned back with a broad smile, offering her hand again.*
"Bonnie." *She remembered a little awkwardly. It was always weird to use a name that wasn't hers.*
"I look forward to seeing you then."
((We planning on playing the pick-up? I'm game if you are.))
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:24:20 GMT -5
((Sure!))
"Right," *he said softly, shaking her hand again, looking at her intently. Something didn't sit right with how she talked about herself.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:28:20 GMT -5
*Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, then she released him and turned to leave. Though she was glad he could no longer see her face, for she was certain that her giddiness read all over it.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:29:56 GMT -5
*Jake shrugged off the creeping feeling as best he could and got back to work.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:38:49 GMT -5
***NEXT NIGHT, PROMPTLY AT 8***
*Lark arrived, smiling politely.*
"Mr. Quinn?"
*She squinted as she surveyed the stable, but waited at the doorway.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:42:55 GMT -5
*He was still filthy--work kind of did that to him--but the blue shirt he was wearing just happened to bring out his eyes. *cough*Or so Lizzie told him, now and again.*cough* He smelled like sweat, hay and horses as he came out of the barn. He'd washed his hands and face out at the rain barrel, leaving smears of dust around his hairline and wrists, but he looked alright altogether.*
"Miz...Bonnie. Beggin' yer pardon, I din' git yer last name."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:45:52 GMT -5
*Her lips trembled a moment like she didn't really feel like answering that. Then she licked them and looked down.*
"Bullet. It's Bonnie Bullet."
*It sounded stupid to her the first time she said it. And it had never gotten any better. Her gaze timidly rose to his again, looking for any sign of judgement.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:48:00 GMT -5
*His lips quirked slightly, but he nodded.*
"Alright."
*He tried to hold back the chuckle and failed.*
"Mind if I jus' call ya Bonnie? I don' think I k'n call ya Miz Bullet an' keep a straight face."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:55:34 GMT -5
*Lark rolled her eyes and shook her head.*
"Bonnie's fine. I know it's stupid, but my manager...well, let's just say there's lots I'd do different if I had the chance."
*She was wounded, but it wasn't an unfamiliar situation and it undissipated quickly. She managed a nervous smile.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 7:57:41 GMT -5
*Jake crossed his arms and leaned against the door.*
"...what's yer real name?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 17, 2008 8:02:48 GMT -5
*Lark rolled her eyes for a moment, her smile jovial.*
"What does it matter to you? I thought I was nothing but trouble."
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