two can keep a secret if one of them is dead
Who: Robin [sparkle_gun] and Kazuya [demonicgene]
When: Thursday of race week
Where: Remains of the general store
Summary: Robin bit off a little more than she could chew when getting involved with Dante. Kazuya offers to bring her whiskey to cope.
Rating: PG-13, probably for language and mentions of previous naughty behavior.
Warnings: Nothing bad.
Robin shifted again, closing the computer and setting it carefully next to her. The floor was starting to hurt her back but she didn't really feel like dragging herself to her feet. She could if she wanted, but she was too lazy, and she was sore. In her legs, and her back and her arms and everywhere else it seemed. Not to mention the assortment of colors that decorated her neck.
She really needed to start curbing this behavior. This wasn't her. But Barney was absent again, and sometimes she felt like he was the only link she had left to who she had been in New York. She felt like she'd been in this hell for ages; it like Argentina only in the sense that she could feel herself shifting away from the person that she was. It hadn't bothered her until Komui had called her on what had had just happened between her and Dante. It had been her fault, but she'd been able to ignore most of it until then.
Sighing, she shifted again carefully, wincing a little as she rearranged her limbs. A drink would sure as hell take the edge off, if anything.
When: Thursday of race week
Where: Remains of the general store
Summary: Robin bit off a little more than she could chew when getting involved with Dante. Kazuya offers to bring her whiskey to cope.
Rating: PG-13, probably for language and mentions of previous naughty behavior.
Warnings: Nothing bad.
Robin shifted again, closing the computer and setting it carefully next to her. The floor was starting to hurt her back but she didn't really feel like dragging herself to her feet. She could if she wanted, but she was too lazy, and she was sore. In her legs, and her back and her arms and everywhere else it seemed. Not to mention the assortment of colors that decorated her neck.
She really needed to start curbing this behavior. This wasn't her. But Barney was absent again, and sometimes she felt like he was the only link she had left to who she had been in New York. She felt like she'd been in this hell for ages; it like Argentina only in the sense that she could feel herself shifting away from the person that she was. It hadn't bothered her until Komui had called her on what had had just happened between her and Dante. It had been her fault, but she'd been able to ignore most of it until then.
Sighing, she shifted again carefully, wincing a little as she rearranged her limbs. A drink would sure as hell take the edge off, if anything.