For Chainsaw; six months after that contract

[notveryfearful]

She went back to work after three weeks, taking contracts down in the ones and threes. Lot of sympathy at the Crescent; Eight-Hour took her out for drinks once and assured her that it was okay, Chainsaw's a twisted son of a bitch and there's no shame in having trouble dealing with him, sometimes everyone needs a break ("You don't." "I'm crazy."),

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[nowait_letme]

Ring. Ring.

Ri--

Amicably: "The fuck do you want?"

(He has no idea who's calling; that's just how Chainsaw answers the phone.)

[notveryfearful]

"Hi, Chainsaw."

[nowait_letme]

"Sweets."

His voice gentles abruptly.

"How you been, baby?"

[notveryfearful]

"Getting better."

. . . Now that she's talking to him, she has no idea why she called.

"Dealing. You know."