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[fangfatale]

Thinks he is so special.  Thinks his dick is so special.  Thinks he can forget.  Thinks he can give these stupid excuses.

[Growling and then the smash of a glass against a wall.  She won't be apologizing for the mess.]

Another.

[There's a slap on the bar top.]

Whiskey.

Comments

[private]

[missesthestars]

It's the nature of this place Delilah, he's from before he met you.

[private]

[fangfatale]

Don't care.

[private]

[missesthestars]

So you're going to cower and sulk like wolf that's lost a fight? Snapping at others because you can't snap at the one that hurt you?

[private]

[fangfatale]

Careful, vampire.

[ananticlimax]

I think I know how you feel.

If you want to just run and not feel anything.

I would come.

[fangfatale]

No. Want feel something. Blood between teeth.

[ananticlimax]

That's cool too. I guess.

But if you need company. I feel like I want to be there.

[fangfatale]

Might not like what you see.

[fangfatale]

Pigeon. Why care?

[fangfatale]

You join? Not drink like I drink, Peri.

[winewomenand]

Oh, sweetheart. Hit him. You will feel better and I will enjoy hearing all about it.

[fangfatale]

Close your mouth, puck. Before I stick knives in.

[winewomenand]

Of course, Delilah. I was never even here. Just the noise of the breeze rustling through your hair, insubstantial.

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[fangfatale]

[twinned]

Trouble?

[fangfatale]

No.

[twinned]

So that's all your idea of fun then?

[fangfatale]

No.

My idea of fun is too scary for you, pup.