I know what I want but I just don’t know

[cry_reaper]

When; Saturday afternoon/evening
Rating; Prolly an R, there's drinking, talking of death, probably definitely fooling around.
Characters; bladed_siberian and cry_reaper
Summary; Mara and Ken drown their frustrations with their memories, the police, and dwell on the fact that drowning their sorrows isn't going to help.
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[bladed_siberian]

Ken arrived as soon as he could, still remotely fresh from his shower. True to his word, he was sporting a very colorful black eye and his split lip was obvious, as was the tape curled around several of his fingers. Even with all of that, he looked a little more like his old self, smiling faintly as he knocked on her door.

After all, he knew she wouldn't think he was lying. He knew she believed him.

[cry_reaper]

Mara got up to check the door and seeing it was her friend she opened it. She wished she'd gotten some sleep so she could look a little better, but she figured with Ken, it didn't really matter. She didn't have anything to prove to him.

"Hi. C'mon in."

[bladed_siberian]

He slipped in quietly, but not after a quick glance around. Old habits were hard to break sometimes. After making sure the door was locked, both for her security and his, he looked her over, trying to smile.

"You doin' alrght?"

[cry_reaper]

She shrugged, fingers tightening on the glass she held. "Not really. I almost expect him to come after me again, you know?"

She headed over to the couch and resumed her seat, motioning that he could join her.