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 Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:32 am
Clyde caught on to the edge in her voice. The right person? She didn't mean... of coarse that's what she meant.
"You are the right person for you. But I may not be. I'm great for a single night but not forever." he was a wanderer. A drifter. Even as a hunter, he went from project to project. This was just home base for now.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:38 am
Her brows furrowed. What Clyde was saying didn't make sense. Maybe Joy just didn't want it to make sense. "How can you be sure? Did you ever even try?" she asked, the pout less petulant and more defensive.
But words were never Joy's strong suit. She says a lot of them, true, but she knew actions speak louder than words and decided then and there. She tried to kiss him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:44 am
Clyde let her kiss him. He kisses her back, like he occasionally longed to do. But she was drunk. She was vulnerable. And he was going to break her heart one way or another. Clyde could see the writing on the wall, he had been on this rodeo before.
Usually he just wondered on but that was no longer an option. He took a hand and stroked her hair staring down at her. She was drunk, she was beautiful. She deserved better than him. Better than this island had to offer.
"Joy, you are drunk. Get some rest."
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:54 am
The kiss felt nice and him returning it felt even better. When he pulled away, she smiled up at him, trying to be playful and teasing and maybe even a little seductive.
"Yeah, I am. So?" Even more things she didn't understand. Didn't alcohol just act as a means of getting people to admit to things they normally wouldn't? Because it did away with one's inhibition and fear and the like? "I feel like I can trust you to have more than just my back."
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:57 am
"You can. But you can also trust me to have your back even when you don't want me to." he pulled the covers over her. "Now let go, I need to sleep. I have work in the morning." he gently tugged her arms off.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:00 am
Joy closed her eyes and sighed, deeply, her arms still locked around Clyde. "I meant, maybe we could, y'know. Make love." She was red, or redder than the drinks originally made her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:04 am
"You are drunk. If I did that now, it would be taking advantage of you. Maybe tomorrow when you are sober." Clyde had a feeling that he would be finding somewhere else to sleep tonight.
Horny and drunk was always a terrible combination.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:11 am
She stared up at him, the expression on her face just confused and more than a little hurt. To anyone else, Clyde was perfectly reasonable and made absolute sense. Unfortunately, with Joy's background and the culture she grew up in, it was a verbal slap in the face.
"Oh. Okay," except nothing in her voice, in her face, in the way she pulled her arms from him as if she'd been burned confirmed she was Okay.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:14 am
Or maybe not. Clyde pulled away. She would be hurting for a while, but one day she might thank him. He grabbed his backpack that he kept backed for travel and rolled out the sleeping bag on the floor. Then he hit the lights.
"Good night Joy."
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:29 am
Clyde's rejection certainly sobered her up. At least, enough that Joy had the presence of mind not to say anything passive aggressive back at him. Instead curling up on her side so she wouldn't have to face his direction, even if she wouldn't be able to see him in the darkness.
She should go to sleep but her thoughts were too loud and too angry to let her find rest. And with her weapon incapable of providing any sort of comfort in the best of times, his silence was the next best thing. Whether that was what she needed was another matter entirely.
Because without a voice of reason, without someone to challenge her thoughts, Joy turned all the blame in on herself. And that sort of self-flagellation was best done in the privacy of your own room. She waited until Clyde was asleep, or until she was certain she wasn't going to be stumbling about like a new born cow, before she snuck out.
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