[Sounding drunk.]
...no. 'M not going. Not going, alright?
Why d'we have to go? Whas'tha point.
I'm sick of being teased and dangled along. Either give it back to me for good, or don't "lend" it to me at all, or whatever bullshit you're pulling.
You know what I'm fuckin' talkin' about, eh. Captain's a great man, captain's wonderful, captain's
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You sound upset, gorgeous.
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[She turns around at the sound of Gambler's voice, looking at him with heavy-lidded groggy eyes.]
...uhmmgh. Hey. Sorry if I bothered you.
[Turns back to the bar counter.]
...s'just... yeah. Well, you heard me already, so.
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[He goes behind the bar and starts grabbing random bottles.]
I'm Gambler, have we met?
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And yet, she puts a hand to her mouth anyway, and looks away for a moment to compose herself. Then, it's gone, flattened with a stubborn defiance of the non-existant feeling. She sniffles and rubs her nose before putting her hand back on the table.]
...no, we haven't. S'nice to meet you, Mister Gambler.
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You okay?
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Something happen?
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