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Post by Gabby Aldridge on Jul 10, 2008 2:50:22 GMT -5
Slowly Reese came to with a yawn and a stretch, she didn't look over at her partner for the night, just light a cigarette.
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Post by Alex on Jul 10, 2008 12:54:25 GMT -5
Alex glanced over, her feelings mixed. The girl was attractive, and game, and gave as good as she got. All in all, a satisfying night. Of the sort Alex was generally in the market for. But... she was screwing up, again and again, where Lizzie was concerned. The girl trusted her.
Alex was not to be trusted. Clearly.
"D'you have another?"
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Post by Gabby Aldridge on Jul 10, 2008 14:03:48 GMT -5
"Course" Reese popped another one out and handed it to Alex, lighting it with a grin.
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Post by Alex on Jul 10, 2008 16:00:48 GMT -5
Alex, who did not smoke as a matter of course but had been known to indulge, drew on the cigarette with satisfaction. It was something to do.
"You were magnificent, my dear," she said.
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Post by Gabby Aldridge on Jul 10, 2008 16:08:38 GMT -5
"O'I could say the same fer you" she winked, she had noticed a look of concern on Alex's face a bit earlier, but it seemed to have disappeared.
She wouldn't ask, it wasn't her place.
Plus she wasn't more for after bed chatting.
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Post by Alex on Jul 10, 2008 16:12:49 GMT -5
Alex grinned roguishly, and took another drag. She wondered if Reese was planning on hanging about. It didn't matter much. All Alex had to do today was get raging drunk again, to block out her self-hatred at betraying Lizzie.
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Post by Gabby Aldridge on Jul 10, 2008 16:20:33 GMT -5
Reese leaned down and picked up her pants, holding her cigarette precariously between her lips. She searched through the pockets and found a small piece of paper and a small pencil, she began to write and handed it to Alex.
"That's me flat number, I'm not there ofe'n, but if yer ever in the neighbahood drop me a line eh?" She pulled on her pants and began to button her shirt.
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Post by Alex on Jul 10, 2008 16:32:58 GMT -5
Alex took the number.
"Will do," she said. "An' thanks."
She got up to do the same, to see her guest out.
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Post by Gabby Aldridge on Jul 10, 2008 16:35:56 GMT -5
"No, thank you" she winked and pulled her shoes on.
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Post by Alex on Aug 12, 2008 11:08:29 GMT -5
**MORNING AFTER, MORE OR LESS** ((This takes place after the picnic with Lizzie; at some point after that, she picks up Reese.)) Alex awoke again, her head pounding, her mouth apparently full of cotton, and sore. What had she done? It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Because of the massive amounts of alcohol she'd ingested. Which had seemed like a good idea after the absurdity of her picnic with Lizzie, her ill-considered professions of love and cohabitation and something resembling commitment. Her head was going to fall off. If it didn't, Alex was certain she could help it along. She'd done Lizzie wrong. Hideously wrong. She'd gone out and done exactly what the girl would not have wanted, the opposite of the values Lizzie held dear. She'd gone out and been herself, hideously and without remorse and, apparently, in direct retaliation against the thing she assumed Lizzie wanted her to be. She felt guilty as all hell. The roiling in her stomach had little to do with her hangover and a lot to do with self-hatred. Or so she assumed. The headache she could pretty clearly define as alcohol-related. Alex got up and bathed, feeling sick and horrible and running the water too hot. It didn't help. She got dressed. And then she got dressed again. There was a suitcase under the bed that she hadn't opened since arriving in Paris. She'd considered throwing it out on multiple occasions, but hadn't, for some reason. Now, she almost wished she had. Perhaps it would have stopped what she was about to do. ((Way too airbrushed, but Look at this photo!))
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