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Laurie Ann + Shania
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Date Posted: 04/24/11 12:43:56pm
In reply to:
Tumbler
's message, "__Full Circle__" on 04/24/11 8:29:25am
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Laurie was still blushing when Stan set the drink in front of her. Sipping it to keep from seeming like she was watching as Angelina tore into Shania, though she could understand why Shania was doing it…it just counterproductive to everything this meeting was suppose to be. It was suppose to be a reunion of lost friends or family, a chance to bridge gaps not make holes to bury one another in. Thankfully she was spared from thinking on it much more as Toby spoke about Freb, a glance given the man who was sporting a decent mark on his chin and seemed to wince when he breathed just right. ”Probably, she seems all ready to take on the world tonight.” It would have been amusing at any other time, had it not been with them that Shania wanted to fight. As he spoke of her wanting to punch him she shook her head. ”I would never want to fit in like that.” Words breathed in adamant confirmation though silenced as he kissed her causing her head to spin once more and the butterflies that had just calmed down to launch into flight again. ”You’d do that? Even though it’s an import.” A smile forming on pale pink lips, she knew how much he’d loved American cars, and assumed he still did. She’d never known how deep his involvement had gone with the car boosting business, but he’d talked enough about cars for her to get an idea of what he liked and didn’t…”Thank you, Toby.” Words given just as the door opened and another couple came walking in, the brittle tension of peace they’d all gotten seeming to shatter as the door closed behind the sunlight and one could see who was standing in front of them. ”Oh no…” Blue gaze flickering towards Shania for a second then glancing at Toby to judge his own response to the newest and perhaps oldest member of their crew. ”Maybe I should’ve left when you offered.” Nervous laugh given as she reached out to hug his arm, keeping him close for her own comfort and unintentially stationary if he’d tried to move off the stool beside her. She only hoped Freb had a good hold on Shania too or that one of the others didn’t get any funny ideas. What if Memphis started something? Was there anyone here who’d be willing to pull him off the other man? This wasn’t looking like a good reunion, not by a long shot.
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She’d slumped down on the stool again intent of downing the rest of the bottle of whiskey she’d had, which had she succeeded would have ended up with a trip to the hospital. Though it seemed someone had already gotten wind of her idea and the bottle was missing as she turned slightly, not yet willing to given Memphis her back and still thinking of letting him have a decent upper cut to the jaw or ribcage…though Angelina put an end to that idea too. ”Then how about next time thinking before you start throwing words around. You’re not the only ego in the room ya know.” Her words were calmer now but the anger was still lacing them, a quick glance given to Freb then Angelina to see which of them would snap at her first. ”Spoil sports, the lot of you.”
Seemed she’d already hit the cut off mark, might as well make the toss out marker too. But just then the door opened and another figure could be see, along side a rather tall woman who might have given her a run for her money, though she still was taller, barely. The hand on her leg and the stern words from Angelina was the only thing keeping her from moving now, well that and if she’d gotten up to charge the door she’d have plowed over Memphis…and well why the idea seemed fitting she didn’t think in her drunken state she’d be able to hold it together long enough to reach him. ”Doesn’t he mean what the cat dragged in?” Words grumbled under her breath as she reached for the bowl of peanuts on the counter and began crunching on them to keep her tongue-tied as Tumbler spoke. Gods she wanted to smack him good. Maybe she’d get lucky and Memphis would do it for her? Curious glance given in her beer goggle state towards the man she’d just seconds ago thought about hitting. ”Feel free to give him one for me, seems the refs already put me in the penalty box.” Frame wiggling on the stool to keep herself up right possibly giving little jabs to whoever was on her left and right, but nothing serious for once. She wasn’t out to hurt that time.
A look like Angelina’s violence rule wasn’t going to make it after all, pity she’d been put on probation already. She’d have really enjoyed having a good brawl. ”Give me back my booze man, if you’re going to make me sit here and listen to another windbag at least let me drink myself deaf, please.” Words given to Freb as she squeezed his leg in turn, she really didn’t want to be here and they obviously didn’t want her. It was like the crew ten years ago. She was still the black sheep, minus mister shades who’d just walked in perhaps.
Shania
I'm Gonna Get Ya Good
Club Alien - Singer
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