Alone with Her Thoughts ((Open to anyone who can get to her world))

[vicioussweetie]

Ali prowled. Nothing could keep her interest for long. Not her books, not her games, not her friends. Casey enjoyed being able to take the lead in their very very long walk that night, as Ali had no desire to return to an empty house. Something was wrong. She was unsettled. Sage had utterly disappointed her, being nothing at all like she

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[pierced_biter]

Marcus is at one of those bars she passed, pounding down "shooters" with a couple of friends. Grinning, he placed a .357 bullet on his tongue. "Cheers, mates. 'Ere's to a fookin' tight year," he grumbles as he knocks back his drink. "Ahh, hell yeh."

[vicioussweetie]

Ali couldn't imagine a better place to cause trouble than someplace Redcaps hang out. And so it's there she goes, with Casey as a reluctant escort. Though she hesitates slightly when she sees Marcus, she doesn't leave. Like he could frighten her away.

[pierced_biter]

"Shores? What shores? Oh, funny, fookin' funny." Grumbling, Marcus leaves his table by the pinball machine to go get the next round of shots from the bar. On the way, he notices Ali, his steps faltering as he takes in her outfit. Opening his jacket a little wider over his bare chest, he grins. "Back fer more, eh?"

[vicioussweetie]

"You wish." She doesn't even seem to look at him, posing on a barstool. Casey grrs at Marcus a bit, which earns a twitch of a smile. "Go flex your ego somewhere else."