| Subject: ::Get Gone::^Shine On^ |
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Memphis+Freb
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Date Posted: 04/23/11 11:10:05pm
In reply to:
Laurie Ann
's message, ":Love Experience It:" on 04/23/11 9:25:32pm
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The anger that gripped him so tightly had finally released him completely, leaving a sense of exhaustion in its place. Apparently being that pissed off took a lot out of a person. It should have made him feel scooped out and hollow--would have, if not for the flood of warmth he got from having Nancy back in his arms.
Her soft kiss is returned, and he nods as she tells him to take it one day at a time. "Sounds like you've got it figured out." He offers her a slight grin.
Toby's voice broke into his consciousness, bringing him back to the reality he'd secluded himself from. His dark blue eyes looked from Toby to Nancy as they spoke, and something near horror washed over him. He'd said some pretty vile things in his haste...and though he was still bitter, they'd been uncalled for. "You're right...you're both right." He paused, looking once more at Nancy before taking a step forward, looking at the grew before him. He scanned each person slowly, thankful for the comfort of having Nancy's touch. "I owe you all an apology. I was an asshole. Angelina...you don't deserve that shit in your club. And none of you deserve my bullshit." He knew it wouldn't make up for it, but it was something.
He took Nancy's hand, unwilling to relinquish the connection just yet as he moved towards Freb and Shania. He looked at the brunette almost warily--she was a force to be reckoned with, he knew. "What I said to you...that was sickening. I know you're not a rat. I know you'd had just as much at stake." He regarded her solemnly. "I'm sorry, Shania." He ran a hand through his dark hair, half expecting her to whip her whiskey bottle at his head. Angelina and Stan's words had made sense...it was time to let some of the hurt and the anger rest for a while. There'd be time to open old woulds later...there was always time for that in life.
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:6'1:
:Dark hair:
:Blue eyes:
:Lean build:
| PERSONALITY
:Bold:
:Determined:
::Loyal:
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The night had started off like hell, had briefly gotten better, and then had crashed and burned, all in less than the span of an hour. His face hurt where he'd gotten socked...he was nervous to even see a mirror, really--and now his rub throbbed where he'd caught Shania's jab. The woman was gonna have him looking like a car wreck victim before the night was out. Especially if she kept guzzling the whiskey. He frowned and bit off a good swig of tequila, hoping the firey booze would take the edge off his aches and pains.
"You're going to drink yourself sick, chica." He said matter-of-factly, thinking that if she tipped it back much more he'd have to intervene. If they had to take her to the hospital for alcohol poisoning, he had a feeling his own injuries would prompt the 'Do you feel safe at home?' questioning the nurses asked. He almost snorted at the idea, taking another swig. He could feel the welcome warmth creeping into his veins, and was glad for it. "Seems to me, business got started outside earlier that can't be finished if you pass out." He gave her a cool smirk just as Memphis arrived. He eyed the other man, still kind of pissed at him. But he had felt bad for Angelina when she'd spoken, sounding so tired and so desperate to keep the fighting at bay. So he kept quiet and let Shania take it, regarding the man silently.
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