She stared at him as he told her about Sphinx, the fact that a man she'd known dead was still alive was startling. It wasn't like the other, where you could only guess and assume. Sasha had seen the report, read those two little words 'Status: Deceased'. "Jesus Christ..." She breathed the words, unable to imagine how Sasha was going to react to this news. She downed the last of her drink, letting the glass clink as it was set back on the bar top "Sasha thinks he's dead...I don't want to be the one to tell her he's not, I think that was the only good reason for him to have not come back in her mind" Well that or prison, where Memphis and Tumbler had been... But even prison wasn't that good of an excuse for NO contact
She glanced at him again, a half smirk pulling at her lips. He'd done what he'd thought best at the time, so had she. She wasn't about to tell him what she'd done to bring ther rath down on her so hard, that was her burden to keep. But she wouldn't change that choice now if she could. It worked out for the other women, for the kids... Even if it had ruined this woman. "They needed someone to blame for the failure. When they couldn't have you that night, I was the next best thing... It kept their rage off the others, mostly... Even once they had you, they were just having too much fun needling me to stop right away" She gazed intently at her empty glass, wishing she could will the liquid into the container, have something to sip again... It was going to be a very long night, and she'd regret it in the morning... So long without alcohol tended to make the effects of a binge even worse.
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