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He could feel Nancy's tension as the tall brunette whirled on him. He gave her hand a squeeze to let her know everything was alright...he would take the words she threw and any associated punches. He'd been an ass, he deserved at least a little punishment for that.

The woman stood, holding on to Frebby's shoulder for support. He hoped the younger man was prepared to catch the woman--if she tried to slug him, there was a good chance she'd wind up on her face in the state she was in now. When she mentioned Sway, his eyes shot to the direction that the woman had been seated in, and he inwardly was stricken. He hadn't heard her leave, and felt like a monster knowing how he'd treated the amnesia-stricken woman. He would have to gravel for forgiveness later, however--for now, he had to focus on the people here.

"Yeah, I do owe her one, but seein' how I can't give it to her right now, I'm giving it to you." He said of the apology."It's not supposed to fix anything...but it's a good starting point." She slumped back to her stool, asking him if he was happy that she'd lost everything. He frowned slightly, shaking his head. "No, Shania, I sure am not happy that you lost that stuff. No more happy about it than I was to lose my own freedom, or to learn Nancy lost her job. The situation flat out sucks from every angle, and we all sacrificed. We all are trying to pick up the pieces." And maybe the job of emotional cleanup would go faster if they all helped to mend the hurt and cool the anger. He was faintly surprised as Angelina tore into the singer, and was thankful that he'd managed to cool down. Moments ago he would have retaliated, and the poor club owner would have had to deal with another screaming match.

Angelina spoke then, and he grinned a little when she said that despite everything she was happy to have them back. "Thanks, Angelina. It's kinda surreal." He shot her a thankful look when she told Nancy she was caught off and retrieved the coke. "Actually, I'll have what she's having." He motioned to Nancy's soda. He'd not tempt the woman by having to sit here and watch him indulge. "One day at time all over again, Nan...you're strong enough." He told her quietly. He believed in her, but sure didn't want to see drinking dig its addictive claws into her again.

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He sighed as Shania whirled like a little wildcat on Memphis, cursing silently in his head. He was too tired, too sore, and was running on too short of patience to continue dealing with her angry outbursts. Granted, this one had been well deserved, so he did not interject. Instead, he took her bottle, quiet as could be, and set it on the other side of the bar, giving Angelina a little smirk.

The little hellion stood up then, and he immediately braced her arm with his hand, turning. He was ready to catch her, should she fall, but hoped she'd have the good sense to realize she'd drank herself to instability.

Memphis' response to her was respectable at least. "Thanks, man." Shania's response was sobering though, shedding light on how much she'd really lost as a result of that fateful night. She sank to her stool, and he rested a hand on her leg. It was an affectionate move, but also one to ensure he'd have quick grasp of her if she should slump right off of her stool

Angelina tore in just then, and he looked at her apologetically. "Sorry, chica...I'll try my best to keep her under control. Though it hasn't been working well for me so far." He knew she'd know he was speaking of his injuries, and gave a soft chuckle--then winced. Damn, his rib hurt.

"Gotta cool it, my little tamale'...sounds like she means business." He winked at Shania, no doubt inviting another strike...but apparently, he'd gotten gutsier in the past decade. "Don't wanna get thrown out on those cute buns of yours."