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Post by Lizzie on Jun 27, 2007 22:53:53 GMT -5
*Even as Poe sat to wait patiently on the bed, not bothering to redress, Lizzie was pacing her room.*
How could he? With some girl she never even got to meet? Oooh...Jacob Adam Quinn...you are in for a piece of my mind...
*She was practically fuming.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 27, 2007 22:57:57 GMT -5
*Jake stopped outside the closed door.*
Shit. She's pacing.
*He winced and then knocked lightly on her door.*
"...'Liz?" *he said gently, his tone repentant.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 27, 2007 23:00:30 GMT -5
*Lizzie yanked the door open hard, her jaw set. She crossed her arms over her chest.*
"Jacob."
*Her voice was icy, but her quickened breath showed her frustration.*
"Who the hell is she?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 27, 2007 23:05:57 GMT -5
"Uh..."
*He rubbed his chest absently.*
"Poe."
"Not the Teletubby."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 27, 2007 23:09:24 GMT -5
*Lizzie looked hurt.*
"Come on, Jake..."
*She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her room and shut the door behind him.*
"If you're gonna do somethin' like this...at least be honest with me. What's goin' on?"
*She shut her eyes and shook her head.*
"Aside from the obvious."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 27, 2007 23:13:21 GMT -5
*Jake leaned against the windowsill, his hands in his pockets.*
"Nothin's goin' on...she's...some girl I met."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 27, 2007 23:15:42 GMT -5
*Lizzie stomped her foot to keep from punching him square in the jaw.*
"Jacob!"
*Her brow was furrowed deeply.*
"Some girl you met? That's it? Then whatinthehell is she doin' in your room, starkass naked?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 27, 2007 23:18:21 GMT -5
"Damn hell Lizzie, I ain't gonna go over the details wi'you!"
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 27, 2007 23:19:38 GMT -5
*Lizzie rolled her eyes.*
"You know damn well that ain't what I meant. I mean...do you even know her or did you just pick her up on some street corner?"
*She looked to him expectantly.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 27, 2007 23:23:27 GMT -5
"I didn't pay her nothin' if that's what yer askin'!" *His face began to turn red as he tried to keep himself from shouting.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 27, 2007 23:28:07 GMT -5
*Lizzie looked taken aback.*
"Aww, Jake...you didn't. How could you?"
*She bit her lip, unsure of what she could do about it.*
"You brought some girl you don't know back to our home? Why would you do that?"
*She turned away and started to idly clean, trying to distract herself.*
"That doesn't set a very good example. I mean...you don't want me gettin' ideas or nuthin', do 'ya?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 27, 2007 23:33:10 GMT -5
"Oh for Pete's sake, Lizzie, you can't think that I--there's no comparin' me n' you...I mean that--you're--"
--smarter than that.
"--a girl."
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
*He wondered if the window was open behind him or if he should just take his chances with shattering glass and bail out backwards.*
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Post by Parisa on Jun 27, 2007 23:33:42 GMT -5
((Uh oh.))
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 27, 2007 23:41:28 GMT -5
"Oh I git it alright, Jacob. Believe me..."
*She fussed with straightening the bedding.*
"I git that you can do whatever 'ya want and I gotta stay tucked up out of sight. Look...I know that there's some business beneath our bridge that you gots over me, but that don't make me no fool."
*She paused for a moment, pouting but not looking back to him.*
"Don't mean I have to like it."
*She took a deep breath and turned back, her expression softening.*
"Well...I guess I shouldn't keep 'ya, you big dolt. Don't want her making off with ma's cast iron or nuthin'..."
*She approached him cautiously.*
"Maybe next time...you'll let me meet her? With clothes on, I mean."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 27, 2007 23:47:09 GMT -5
*Jake straightened from leaning on the windowsill and took one hand from his pockets, reaching out to brush a stray wisp of hair out of Lizzie's eyes.*
"Look, I'm sorry, Lizzie...real sorry. I di'n mean that. I mean...things is diff'rent, ya know? We gotta be careful...and hell, maybe I was wrong..."
*He took her hands in his.*
"If there's ever...anyone...if I bring 'em into our house...I'll tell you...hell, I'll even ASK you...if it'll make you feel alright."
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