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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 2, 2008 14:27:57 GMT -5
"Naw, Liz, I just--I was angry...when I talk like that. I don't mean it that way...ya know that. Y'ain't got nothin' ta be sorry for."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 2, 2008 16:49:01 GMT -5
*Lizzie did her best to smile, but really it didn't do much to alleviate the stress of the situation. She picked up his hand, turning it over in hers and studying it as she spoke.*
"I just want 'ya to be happy's all. An' I know that...I complicate things fer 'ya."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 2, 2008 17:03:07 GMT -5
Like how my typist wants me to make hot, sweaty, achey-breaky-heart love to you?
"I wouldn't love ya like I do if ya didn't, Liz'beth," *he said tenderly, ruffling her hair with his free hand.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 2, 2008 17:08:20 GMT -5
And somehow mine wouldn't object like she should? Yeah, I know the feeling.
"Aw, so that's what gits 'ya needin' of a drink?"
*Lizzie's smile was more genuine as she shook her head.*
" 'Ya sure gotta funny way of showin' it."
((I will not let them get drunk together and be inappropriately naughty...I will not let them get drunk together and be inappropriately naughty...))
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 2, 2008 17:28:06 GMT -5
((I think Jake'd shoot himself in the head. Because he'd like it. And he'd hate himself for it.))
*He grinned ruefully.*
"Drinkin' helps ya ferget everythin' else...for a while. 'S long's yer deep enough inna the bottle the rest o' th'world sorta goes blank. Kinda like a wo--"
*He shut up right real quick just then. This was his kid sister he was talkin' to.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 2, 2008 17:41:58 GMT -5
((You just never let me have any fun. )) *Lizzie looked up to him sharply.* "Lika what?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 2, 2008 17:58:03 GMT -5
*Jake glanced at the ceiling and grimaced.*
"Oooooh mah head aches real bad," *he groaned, lying back down on the bed, pointedly avoiding the question.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 3, 2008 6:25:07 GMT -5
"Uh huh." *Lizzie's tone suggested that she just might be on to him. She dampened the towel again and refolded it, placing it on his forehead.*
"Ya'll havta do hella lot of fightin' to keep me at bay ferever, Jake. Not sure 'ya can take it."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 3, 2008 14:06:06 GMT -5
"How'n hell else'm ah 'sposed 'ta keep ya a kid ferever? Strap a load ah bricks t'yer head?"
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 3, 2008 17:49:41 GMT -5
*Lizzie laughed, resisting the urge to give him a playful shove. Wouldn't be sporting, ill like he was.*
"Lot of good it would do." *She stuck her tongue out.*
"Just 'cause 'ya want it, don't make it so."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 3, 2008 17:52:09 GMT -5
"Ah know," *he said softly, wistfully, his blue eyes shimmering with fond, gentle fire as he gazed at her.* "I dunno ah k'n let ya go, someday, to anyone, Liz...it don't seem there's anyone good 'nuff fer ya."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 3, 2008 18:01:19 GMT -5
*Lizzie pursed her lips tightly, pulling the sheet up over him.*
"Well, 'ya ain't gonna find no one 'ya like if 'ya refuse 'ta even meet 'em."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 3, 2008 18:07:57 GMT -5
*He sighed.*
"Dun wanna like 'em."
*Still, he half-propped himself up on his elbow to look at her.*
"Fine, Liz," *he said quietly.* "Bring yer fella on by sometime and I promise...I'll try to give him a chance."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 3, 2008 18:09:14 GMT -5
*Lizzie was pretty sure she was practically glowing.*
"Aww, Jake!"
*She embraced him warmly, then releasing his potential pain and pulling back with a wince.*
"Sorry..."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 4, 2008 1:26:46 GMT -5
"Yeeeeah ya should be," *he muttered in a dryly humourous tone, trying to hide the ache he felt that had nothing to do with her being rough on him.*
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