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- Posted: Mon, 04 Feb 2013 03:23:27 +0000
- Evelynn bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Lacey put the phone back on her bag, raw envy flashing across Eve’s face for a second or two until she got control of herself and retreated behind her mask of psychosis. Her gaze returned to Lacey’s face, studying the woman’s beautiful features as she talked of her sweet ol’ dad as if Eve and Lacey were good old buddies. Evelynn didn’t know how to react to the information; no one, not even people in her own gang, talked to Eve about their own past – but then again, Eve didn’t normally ask. Eve decided her best option would be to remain expressionless, which is exactly what she did, at least until Lacey revealed where her name had come from. “s**t, girl,”Eve murmured, “that sucks.” She pointed a finger at Lacey as she reached for her next drink, adding, “If I ever meet that guy I’ll pound his face in for you. You know – as one ******** gang girl to another.”Eve lifted the vodka and then stopped as she saw the terse expression on Lacey’s face. She hesitated for a moment and then slid the drink across the table to the Queen of Hearts. “You look like you’re chewin’ a lemon. Loosen up, little miss, the day’s still young.”
Settling back once more, Evelynn let out a heavy sigh and stared at the knife she’d impaled the table with. “Never knew my daddy. But from the way your daddy sounds, I’m not as regretful of the fact as I was five minutes ago.”She shrugged. “Since I like the fact that you have balls enough to sit with my crazy-a** self, you show your scars, I’ll show mine. Mom’s a whore.” Eve winked. “Maybe that’s where I get my ********’ abundance of charm.” It was strange to be sitting here sharing pasts with the enemy – or perhaps temporary friend – but Eve found she didn’t really mind. After all, she’d rather be sharing her past with someone who – very likely – would die by her hands or the hands of her fellows. That way, her past didn’t get around. And she had absolutely no doubts in her mind that Lacey was thinking the same thing.
That led her back to her initial question, though, and almost as if she was reading Lacey’s mind, Eve dropped her whimsical, “I’m a crazy b***h” persona to speak seriously for a moment. “I’ll tell you what I think about peace. I think it’s wrong. For us, anyway.” She kicked her feet off the table and sat up in the booth so that she could lean against the table, staring intently at Lacey. “We fight for a reason, cuz it’s a part of us, and cuz it’s who we are. We lose our war, then when do we get to fight? When does that reason get to express itself?” She shrugged and waved one hand dismissively in the air. “I like fighting you shits, just as you shits like fighting us. And maybe I’m just a superstitious b***h, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Her gaze turned hard as ice. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ll follow my leader through hell just like you will yours. And if he says to stop fighting, god damn it, I’ll put down my pretty little knives.” She shook her head. “But hell if I think it’ll work.”
Another thought popped into her head, and she narrowed her eyes as she looked at Lacey, wanting to know just how gutsy this other woman was. So far she’d met Eve’s standards, but if peace really was on the table right now, Evelynn wanted to be the first to see just what things would be like. Probably ******** up. “Hey,” she said, “since I’m not hearing gunshots from in that goddamn room, I’mma go out on a limb and say peace negotiations are successful. Say that’s the case – what would you say to prowlin’ the night with the musclebound and wildly attractive God of lightning? You looked pissed, I’m definitely pissed, we both could use a drink. You should show me where the Flush get wasted. I could use some excitement, and it’d make us look like we’re both givin’ this peace thing a real shot. How about?” Evelynn wanted to see more of the world from the enemy’s eyes. It was screwy, ********, and she loved it.