| Subject: ..::By the Grace of God::.. |
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Nancy Porter
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Date Posted: 04/22/11 4:11:26pm
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Stan Uris, Toby
's message, "||.everything.the.same.||--Never Say Never--" on 04/22/11 10:37:41am
She shrugged a shoulder at Memphis' words "After seven years, I needed a drink... I think that's a pretty good run, myself. And I knew you wouldn't, had you know..." She leaned over with a devilish smirk "Its why I wasn't going to tell you tonight" She'd likely have mentioned it later, if he stuck around. But she wasn't holding her breath on that fact, seemed like he had an itch to get out of town again, and she wasn't going to stop him.
Maybe she was a glutton for punishment, loved to be miserable... It was how she'd lived for the last decade, it was habit at this point. It would take a lot to break the habit "It was my choice to stop, no intervention, no AA. I made the choice to quite when I got my credentials." She wasn't irritated, she just wanted to clarify for the man. She'd wanted to start fresh with her new career. She'd been a drinker since she'd turned 18, and quitting had seemed a good way to change her life, get far away from the old. She'd taken up smoking in its place, but it was still different than her old life, so that worked.
She turned her attention to Sway as she spoke, frowning at the others question. "Was" Well in truth he still was her husband. She had never filed for divorce, too worried it would draw attention back onto her. But she wasn't about to tell anyone that! She turned her gaze to Angelina, questioning why Sway was acting so weird. But before she could form a question to ask, Memphis was being roughly shoved away by the woman, and she was shouting at him. Well, that explained it. She must have some kind of amnesia... With that brain to mouth filter on the fritz, she spoke the first thought into her mind "I thought about shooting him earlier. Didn't want to damage the car though" A good shoulder shot would have pleased her though. A simple, painful flesh wound that would take weeks to heal... That had been the thought going through her head as she'd stood there glaring at him in the shadows between the warehouses.
She glanced at Stan as he came out, unsure what to do with so many old faces... But she was saved from making an ass out of herself as Toby stepped into the mix. She gave a snort of sarcastic laughter at his inquiry "Oh, you'r just in time! I think we'r about to start throwing punches at each other! Wanna join in?" She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be dealing with this right now! But here she was, hemmed in on all sides by faces she had once loved and cherished... She had the oddest desire to just break down and cry, but she wasn't about to do that. Not here.
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