| Subject: ::Get Gone::.:From Ashes:. |
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Memphis,Sway
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Date Posted: 04/22/11 10:13:42am
In reply to:
Nancy Porter
's message, "..::By the Grace of God::.." on 04/22/11 2:15:17am
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While he'd not noticed the two women as they'd entered the bar, the sharp clip clop of heels shifted his attention in that direction. "Ohhh shit. He says under his breath, cradling the jack. Angelina looked about ready to knock somebody's block off, and he was pretty sure it'd be him.
But when she tore into Nancy first, slight amazement dawned on his face, which may have been laughable except for the situation. He is mind was trying to play catch up with the words firing from the little club owner's mouth...and then she turned her fury on him.
Blue eyes met hers, half expecting her to wallop him one. His jaw became a little slack when she mentioned having struck Stanley...he was amazed the other man had actually come home. Of everyone, he'd thought the former alcoholic would have not been able to work up the courage. And speaking of former alcoholic...his jaw dropped completely slack when Angelina told him he'd broken Nancy's sobriety. The woman had become an alcoholic after his departure? Fan-freakin'-tastic. "I didn't know that. And it's sure not like she was volunteering the fact." He grumbled, sending Nancy and icy look. "You should have told me. I never would have bought you that." He motioned to the drink.
Then Angelina told him he had people to meet, and as Nancy followed her, his gaze rose to the other woman at the bar. It was Sway! No one had been able to find the woman...he'd almost passed her off as dead, though he never truly believed it. Or wanted to believe it, anyhow. He picked up his drink, sauntering over to the other woman. "Sway...we thought you were dead." He says softly, moving to hug the other woman.
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:Dark hair:
:Blue eyes:
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:Bold:
:Determined:
::Loyal:
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It's hard to prepare oneself for the harder things that life has to offer, and she was beginning to relearn that lesson in a hurry. For it was hard to stomach the casual way in which the new woman who approached spoke to her, as if she'd known her for years. And probably had, truthfully, but she had absolutely no recollection of this woman. She started as she spoke the name Memphis, blue eyes jolting to the approaching male. "Memphis?" She murmured, then looked back to the other woman as something clicked. "You're his wife?" Plump bottom lip is bitten as her mind tries to release the pieces of broken memories it still retained. She did not have time to explore it further as the man came up, speaking her former name and attempting to slip his arms about her.
Her brows narrowed and instead of being receptive, she pushed him back. "Don't touch me." Her voice was not raised, but her eyes had taken on a shaded appearance as her anger settled in. "Don't you touch me...this is your fault. You got us into this. You're the reason why I don't even know who I am!" Her jaw clenched as she bit back the flow of curses that wanted to explode, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her quickened breathing. She looked at Angelina, and then to the woman next to Memphis. "Did you all thank him? For ruining your lives?" She said dryly, her shoulders releasing some of their tension as the anger seems to abate slightly. She supposed it was lucky she hadn't had a drink yet, or the man would have risked it in his face.
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