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Stan had handed her the bottle of whiskey and she’d wasted no time knocking it back. Seeking the warmth of the bottle in replacement for Freb’s arms or the good feel of flesh against her fist, both she craved but neither were seemingly appropriate for the crowd gathered…not that she should really care. They’d proven many moons ago she was the least liked out of their group, hell even balls Stan had won over her in the long run. ”Won’t be the first or last.” Comment tossed at Freb as she set the bottle down on the counter and stared at it, refusing to look around and doing her best to ignore the conversation Angelina and Barbie were having on the other side of the handsome, albeit beat up Latino.
”I’m fine,” words muttered at the bottle knowing what he meant but unsure what she thought about continuing their rough tango that’d started outside. Her lips were still plump from the assault on them, but they formed a tight line as she heard another person come up behind her, spinning around to face him with a drunken swagger that showed she’d taken a little too much of the dark liquor already. ”You always were a bastard, just made good on that promise with those petty words.” She stood then, reaching out to steady herself on Freb’s shoulder as she did so. ”I don’t know who or what crawled up your butt and died mister hotshot, or what makes you think a fucking apology is gonna fix this crap but I think you owe Sway as much an apology as me. You made the damn broad run out of here crying.” She almost spat the last part, keeping her hand on Freb’s shoulder and the other fisted at her side. She could punch him, was half tempted to, but there was also the chance she’d fall on her face before the punch landed and that’d get her no where.
”Lost the truck, the tour, everything…hope you’re happy.” The final part was nearly slurred as she slumped back down on the stool, too booze filled to keep standing and too tired of yelling to keep the fight going. She was just as worn out as the rest of them and another bruise to Freb and she didn’t know if even he’d stick around if she beat on him anymore…seemed violence was her answer these days and booze.
Shania
I'm Gonna Get Ya Good
Club Alien - Singer
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