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[whiteabsolution]

Sugar is sitting in a booth, all alone, with books and magazines spread out in front of her. She was going to try her best to learn all she could about the different time periods after her, their music, their clothing, their art; everything she read was pushed to the back of her mind and saved for later. Once in a while she tears out a page of a

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[misterparker]

Parker is staring sullenly at the door and drinking whiskey earlier than usual. Someone is not happy.

[whiteabsolution]

"I write for myself." She says. "No one but me has read my novel."

[misterparker]

"Huh," Parker leans forward, and his eyes stay above the neckline, it resembles respect.

"What's the book about?"

[whiteabsolution]

"A prostitute named Sugar that tortures and kills the men that have hurt her in her life." Her voice low, her eyes focused on his.

[misterparker]

Parker's lips twist.

He can appreciate that.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar smiles a saucy smile.

[misterparker]

"I'm glad I've never hurt you," Parker says.

[whiteabsolution]

"That makes two of us."

[misterparker]

Parker turns the glass on the table.

"You the type of whore that has to let men beat her up, or the type who doesn't?"

There's been a time when Parker was both. Patrick

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar shrugs. "I do anything for men. I'll let them beat me if it gets them off and me a few coins in my purse." She laughs a little. "I've been pinned and cut with a knife before." Lifting up her chin to show the scar.

[misterparker]

Parker touches his own neck.

"Why don't you do anything about it?"

[whiteabsolution]

"I have no choice or I shall perish on the streets with sluts that don't measure up to what I've done with my life."

[misterparker]

Parker laughs, "Sugar, we're all going to die, and you and I'll probably die a lot younger than everyone else. The trick is to keep that bitterness burning so strong that we forget we have other options."

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar nods. "Oh, I agree." She sips her ice water. "My bitterness keeps me going."

[misterparker]

He taps his chest.

"You just can't let anyone get in there."

[whiteabsolution]

"My heart?" Sugar laughs. No one has ever had her heart, ever, no man or women has completed her in a way she found appropriate to 'let them in'. "Don't be silly." Even if she felt lonely most of the time.