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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:30 am
"I remember enough," she responded quietly and decided that she, at least, had had enough of the game. Besides, as long as she was drinking, she wouldn't start crying and make things awkward. Still, she couldn't resist the faint grin as he added to the toast.
"To ******** up coping mechanisms."
She was quiet for another moment as she listened and considered his words. Then, she shook her head gently.
"That's just it. I don't hate her or want to hate her. I just want to know how I went so badly wrong that she didn't want to be with me anymore."
That last admission slipped out before she could control her errant tongue and to cover for the slip, she seized her drink and began to chug what was left down. Just don't ask, she thought. Just please don't ask. His words had struck a little too near to home for her liking. The last thing she wanted was further introspection.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:13 am
"It's not for us to know." Isaiah drained as much of his drink as he could tolerate. It scathed its way down, as did the conversation - necessary pains.
They say you never grow if you're not hurt. But, I think some of us can hurt too much to go anywhere with it. Isaiah held his drink poised before his mouth, obscuring part of his expression with his hand. At least she didn't ask much of me. I imagine we'd both be in similar circumstance. How funny we'd look against all these other families who laugh and drink and celebrate their lives. How far they've come, and how far we've regressed. If life is meant to be this sinusoidal, then we forgot to set our y-intercept to match the rest of the world. How miserable we are.
Isaiah then slapped himself in the thigh, gritted his teeth, and weathered the sting to the best of his ability. Tears collected at the ducts but he looked skyward until they reabsorbed. "s**t," he cursed to himself softly.
"So!" He declared as he flatted his glass to the table firmly. "Now that we've officially depressed ourselves beyond imaginable limits on a purportedly happy holiday, we might want to take ourselves elsewhere." Preferably to your house. All over your couch. Or your bed. Or your tables. I'm not picky. I'll take against the wall, even. "Besides, if the brat behind me kicks the seat one more time I'm liable to cane the little s**t in front of his parents." The last of his words were directed somewhat over his shoulder, to which he received no response.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 8:50 am
No, I suppose it's not," Bindhi answered quietly, thinking that being surrounded by happy little groups really wasn't where she wanted to be right now. She caught the slap and quick look up from her companion and her eyes softened a little in pity. She had to admit that she didn't like the idea of him walking home alone on an injured leg. And of course her motives were purely altruistic and not at all encouraged by the fact that he wasn't bad on the eyes or the fact that she was angry, depressed, sad, lonely and horny to the point of distraction.
Altruistic to the core, that was her.
She jumped a little as he set his own glass down and tapped her steepled forefingers against her chest, laughing outright as he threatened the little s**t seated behind him. Nodding to herself as if settling some internal argument, she got to her feet and grinned as she held out a hand to help her new friend to his feet.
"Well, since I really don't feel like being called in as a witness to the inevitable assault case if you decide to go a'canin', we'd better go. We can continue this delightful philosophical discussion from the comforts of my couch. Or wherever."
Wrinkling her nose in a grin, Bindhi found herself wondering just how bad his leg was. And if she even remembered half the positions she'd seen the one time she'd browsed through the Kama Sutra. Though, even if he was more interested in just talking, that was good too. Just as long as she wasn't stuck by herself.
"C'mon, Gwen, we can find other games to play."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 4:27 am
Isaiah returned an easy smile. The discussions we'll be having on your couch certainly won't be the philosophical kind, Bindhi. Unless tongue rings and getting frisky count for a philosophy these days. "That is a marvelous idea." Plucking his wallet from back pocket, he left enough in small bills to cover his tab, then checked the remainder before deciding to add enough to pay off hers, too. Afterward he reclaimed his cane from hanging on the side of the table.
Standing demanded some effort if he wanted to avoid great pain, but he managed it well enough. "Trust me, Bindhi, I know of at least a handful you might find quite delightful," he returned on the comment of games. The room tilted slightly when he stood, confirming that he probably drank too much for his less-than-impressive condition. Likely most people did on a holiday like this.
Isaiah held out his elbow for the blonde to take, though he prefaced it with unconventional reasoning. "Take my arm so I can at least pretend to walk a straight line to the door, would you?" His impression of Bindhi was that she remained incredibly independent, boisterous and fiery - that she would not bend to any other unless she wanted to. Isaiah felt at ease making suggestions to others of that nature, as they found no qualms in refusing his asks, and Isaiah needn't worry aout the other party feeling put upon with his requests. He imagined that, if their interactions lasted to a one night stand and beyond, then the pair would get on quite well.
Mentally he shut down his mind's attempts to project farther into the future as they walked out the door together. It was a good day, he found, despite the connotations. And, if he was lucky, perhaps he could spread the good cheer to Bindhi too.
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