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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 7:07 pm
"Y'know? I have been seriously thinking of that myself. But where would I get the money? Its not like anyone would want a house like this... except for maybe drug dealers or something..." She grimaced, not liking the sound of her sweet little house becoming all trashed like that. She was glad to hear that there was a dog-phobia going around, though; it made her feel safer, even if it was just a little.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:31 pm
Well, she did have a point. A good dealer could turn the place into a prime spot. Howie didn't think it'd be reassuring to tell Jessica that, however, and he just gave her a little wave instead. "Well, I'll look you up some time, if business allows. If you ever get into trouble... er... don't mention you know me. It probably won't get you any favors."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:15 pm
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 7:22 pm
"Well, I'm glad to hear it. Now have a good night, you should be in bed at this hour..." He looked back and caught the look on her face. He stood there, just outside the door, for a couple minutes, debating inwardly. If he was smart - if he were acting more like himself and not on painkillers - he would walk away. Not his problem.
Instead, his submissive decent side won over. "Ah, screw careful. You need some fun, girl." He took her by the shoulders and steered her out the door. "I scoped out a hangout earlier, and it's not far. Just promise you'll cheer up."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:57 pm
"But I uh..." she said, starting the protest his strange behavior. But she had to admit, she really needed to DO something. Anything! Even hanging out with some street dude she hardly met an hour ago!
"Oh, alright, I... suppose."
Finally, she agreed with him, and let him lead her out of the door. "Let me lock up first." she said, taking her keys and working the locks to her door deftly.
Once said activity done, she forced a smile, taking a fleeting glance to his face before letting her eyes fall back to the ground in front of them.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:27 pm
"Good." Howie waited for her to lock the door, then led the way down the street. As they passed an alley, he paused. "Hold it," He vanished into the dark and returned a moment later, pulling a ratty, much-used baseball hat over his bandages. "Wouldn't do to parade about with an obvious injury," He explained cheerfully. He didn't consider his heavily bruised cheekbone a real injury.
He kept going down the street, trying to remember where that place was. After seemingly wandering in random directions after a while, he stepped up to a lighted doorway, music seeping from inside. "Ah, here we are!"
((Giving Sid a chance to join back up 3nodding ))
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 3:41 pm
"I suppose not." She replied as he fitted the baseball cap over his bandages, cheering up a little. It was nice to see someone have a little concern over her well-being, even though it was in a rather round-about way.
She followed in silence as he let her about the streets, mentally taking notes of how he got there, just in case she would have to return home in a hurry for whatever reasons. She didn't even speak when he apparently found the place he seemed to be looking for. She studied the door carefully, and listened to the music coming for the inside as if to evaluate what kind of place she had been taken to.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 7:28 pm
Howie tugged her inside. "Come on, no ID neccessary, guaranteed!" He steered Jessica over to an empty table, ignoring the heavy music. It was set up like... well, a club. There wasn't a dance floor, but there were tables and booths and plenty of walking room. The bar looked well-equipped, and there was an area in the back that seemed abnormally busy - and probably highly illegal.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 8:45 pm
Jessica watched the people, silent and slightly fascinated. Deciding that she had to at least say something, she re-averted her attention to Howie and gave him a slightly more genuine smile than before.
"Nice place - where'd you come across it?" she asked, loudly so he could hear her.
She felt like she stood out like a dove among ravens with all these... unsavory-looking characters, but it was all very interesting to her. After all, it was better than simply staying all cooped up at home. But the voices had a different idea about all this, and were speaking their thoughts loudly... inside... her... head... yeah....
Anyway, it was getting rather annoying having to sit through so many arguments, most she wasn't even apart of. It was kind of strange being left out of a conversation... it your own head.
Face started contorting into a wide-eyed, confused expression as she made an attempt to sort everything out, but it all wasn't working too well; she only got more confused in the process.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 5:55 am
"Oh, mostly gossip. I try to look up a few places before I actually get to where I'm going, and this one happened to be highly reccommended. Hey, hold up for a sec." He slipped through the crowd and stepped up to the bar. "Two beers, my good man! Oh, and a soda for my lady friend." He grinned broadly, then went to work getting the bartender to set up a tab for him.
When he returned with the drinks (he set both beers in front of his own seat), he noticed Jessica's expression. "Er, really, are you all right there? You're looking a little out of it."
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:46 am
Sid, by some strange twist of fate that involves rejection by telephone, is in the same club, well into a few beers by the time Howie and Jessica arrive. It takes him a few minutes of looking around, now reduced to searching for some nice lady whose alcohol limit has overshadowed her sense, before he caught a glimpse of the two.
And so he drifted over to their table, beer in hand, and came to a stop at its edge. "You two still at it?" he asks.
Nevermind proper greetings, or explinations for why he happens to be there (beer and desperation), what he said is enough for him.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 5:16 pm
"I see." She answered, a little distracted. She watched as he made his way over to the counter and bought a couple of drinks, kind of glad he got her something non-alcoholic. That stuff tended to... do things to her, namely, her mind would get all out of wack and she would loose all control over her emotions. It all would most likely end up with someone getting stabbed. Then it would off to the insane asylum for her!
"I'm okay, really," she said, not even bothering to mention that this was how she always acted. She was acting out of her norm when she was all normal-appearing. But it was usually best not to let people think you were crazy-even if it might actually be the case.
"Still at it?" she said, turning to the old dude she'd met earlier in the night. She didn't really like the sound of his greeting.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 5:29 pm
Howie took a gulp from one of the beers before blinking at the older man. "Oh, hello.... you...." The name was there, just... not exactly coming to mind. "Any luck with those phone numbers, fossil?" So maybe he wasn't making the best impression, but he didn't quite like what the man was insinuating about him and Jessica.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:19 pm
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 10:53 pm
((And, despite having chosen a color ages ago, I always forget to use the tag, soo...))
"As in out n about," he said, gesturing at the bar around them with his free hand. "Jesus, don't take it the wrong way. If I was insinuatin' somethin' I'd... I wouldn't insinuate. I'd just say it, see?"
Howie's question makes Sid turn his somewhat bleary gaze to the young man. He had lost track at how many beers he'd had, exactly, but 'a few' always summed it up nicely, and he was only to the point were everthing had a pleasant, hopelessly amusing gloss... which went with just the slightest amount of swaying.
"As it turns out," he said to Howie, his manner of speech changing gears abruptly. "In good lighting it was clear she was not all that I had hoped for. Bars and clubs are horrible places full of deception. It's shameful, whom you find yourself walking out with at times."
He took a sip of his drink, nodded with his own comment.
"But you two... You two are such a cute couple. Beautiful. Fated. Such-and-such."
And, at least something else Howie said filtered in. "And don't call me fossil, squirt. S'rude."
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