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It's just chemistry between us

Jul 26, 2009 00:46

Jo is in Grant Park early. She is pacing nervously, a finger in her mouth, shaking lightly. Rusty will show up. She will be fine. She has to be, for Jamal's sake. And Susie. She would take care of Susie as well, assuming the girl showed up tonight.

The heroin helped with all of it. It made everything just enough not real that she could properly ( Read more... )

rusty hunt, annabelle durham

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trivialsublime0 July 26 2009, 06:41:34 UTC

Rusty walks into Grant Park late. He has a habit of never arriving on time as it is. It nearly got him killed once, but that's another story. He scans the park for Jo.

He hadn't expected her to contact him, again, after the abrupt exit, but he guesses it's hard to tell with angels, especially the kind of angel that needs drugs to get by.

Rusty stops in front of her. "Sorry bout bein' late. I was... held up." That may or may not be true.

lastchancefor July 27 2009, 02:46:09 UTC

Jo takes the finger out of her mouth, still fidgeting. "It's fine," she murmurs, glancing behind her for a moment before looking at him proper. Well, at his throat. She can't exactly meet his eyes.

"You have the stuff, right?"

She shoves her hands into her pockets, looking down at her feet.

trivialsublime0 July 27 2009, 04:16:02 UTC

"Yeah, course," Rusty says, and then slips his fingers into his pocket to be sure they hadn't somehow jumped his person along the way.

It's happened before.

"Just a smooth switch." Money for drugs in one smooth motion.

lastchancefor July 27 2009, 04:45:26 UTC

There are very few people Jo touches, and only two she touches willingly. She doesn't think much of it, as she palms the money in her pocket. It's not Jamal's money. She couldn't do that. She will spend her own money to make herself better. Not his. His will go towards things that he needs.

Her thumb is rough across his hand as she drags it, having chewed on it too much lately. All the stress adds up, after a time. She never knows what to do with the feeling of skin on skin. It brings back so many memories, memories she doesn't want to deal with right now. But at the same time, it's something entirely different, the heat of his skin. It's so alien; she had known what to expect, but still, it stills her.

But her street sense kicks in, realizing that she looked a lot more awkward, standing here like this. A smooth switch. She pulls her hand back, shoving it in her pocket.

"Um, before..." she starts, looking down at her toes. But then she shakes her head. "Never mind. I'm sure you're busy."

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