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goes to the bar

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As in what are you offering?

Smiles…

Sensing unusual emotion…not certain why. Just tilting my head (figuratively) until someone tells me why?

A movie about The Fall of Hadley's Hope is a better idea than anything else the franchise is working on.

Glad to hear that.. let me know if you need anything

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The words do not make sense when first heard; stay here? In trying to unscramble one puzzle, the other had the pieces fall together as the rough tying of her hands enlisted a soft gasp, one she stifled with a bite to her lip; the salt of her blood tasted when the crack became a split, and blood oozed.

The slight attempt to pull away ended before it began, her words uttered while trying to cease the drip of blood in a vain attempt to bring her face to the side of her shoulder

Letting me go would solve your captain problem "

She knew it was a vain attempt there was no reasoning with crazy, remaining silent did not work, and compliance only seemed to craze him further.

Please let me go.

It was the first time she had asked, the sound of her voice softening, almost a whisper, sensing things were about to become much worse than the night spent in a pitching sea.

Looks hello , yes I am well.

Fables
Perry --

You might be picking up on the vibes she's directing at Jackson, but she's not sure he is. She's nearly palpating with it, but she's doing her best to even out her keel. Her hand on the table curls, forming a tight fist that she clenches for a second and then deliberately unfurls. Then she scans her body and unclenches wherever she's tight, working to ease her tension.

A tension that has been escalating for the better part of a year. Those blue eyes cut to Jackson, then back to you.

When her thoughts drift to Nobu, it reminds her that she messed up, she didn't reach out like she should have. Jackson and you were so good about the mess she made and now here she is being edgy because she's been sleeping in her bed alone too long and ...

She takes a deep breath and focuses on what you're saying, how you're pretty confident you can get her facial expressions into her control so she can be on the outside the way she feels on the inside. The idea of being able to laugh and cry and frown... seems too good to be true. She swallows and it takes her a second to form words. "Wow, Perry. Even if it could cause death and it guaranteed pain, I'd still want you to do it. It would be worth it to me."

You say you're sorry that things are the same as they ever are and again she looks at Jackson. Jackson who lives in the very same building that she does. She nods, "Me too," and there are unwritten volumes in those two words.

When Briar brings the drinks, Free looks up at her and softens, dipping her chin a little as she murmurs, "Thank you."

Her hand curls around her drink. There it is.

The Paz: 'One glass of ice-cold water, dyed blue, served in the fanciest crystal in the house with all of the brightest and fanciest accoutrement to dress it up as more-than.

Drink immediately as cold as possible, expecting intoxication and instead receiving chill sobriety, deception, and disappointment.'

And, oh, how it suits her mood tonight. She should drink it lukewarm so it can't even disappoint her properly.

Perry puts the box on the table and again, she is reminded how petty she is being, how she needs to focus on what's happening now and not the emptiness of her bed or the hollowness of her life and----- enough of that. She reaches out, fingertips tracing the edge of the box before she picks it up and opens it. She looks at you as she lifts it and clasps the chain around her neck, the pendant nestling at the hollow of her throat right over her livid heartbeat.

And within moments, the spatter of her mess eases and you might notice there's less of it on the air. Dissipating. "Thank you, and please thank him. I really feel I should pay him for it. Is it working?"

Jackson Ward --

Your amusement is met with the same heated look she always has, only for once it is absolutely a reflection of how she really feels. But how would anyone know the difference?

She keeps crashing on your immovable shores and she just doesn't have a grip on herself as she usually would. Maybe her fixation with destroying Guillermo occupied her enough that she didn't have time to wallow in her own needs, the things she craves and goes without. The things she still doesn't think she deserves.

Especially not with you.

And that thought sobers her. The moment she remembers what she is and where she comes from, what she has to offer. And it's not what you merit and that chills her in a way The Paz couldn't do. In a way the necklace doesn't have to. Remembering that the things she yearns for are out of reach not just because you don't reach for them, but because she doesn't deserve them is enough to hoover her lust from the air and sip it back into her being, crushed tight.

She nods about it being good, what Perry's working on for her. She looks at you as she picks up her drink, "To Paz, whether anyone likes it or not," and she drinks it down in one long pull.

Practice makes perfect, after all.

she giggled softly a moment....nodding...

"well for a couple rooms at least....though You know me i will see most likely put up a few ideas for You anyway..."

danger

looking in

Dad,..

some recent conversations, i've had, wrestling was brought up, and it reminded me, every week..you would drop what ever you was doing, because it was time for wrestling. i haven't watched or thought about it, or followed it, since you passed, 2015. but i was reminded, that every paid per-view, you were hell bent on watching it, or else..

and all the times, as a child you took me to Greensboro,Colosseum, NC.
to go see, Macho, Dusty,Jake the snake, rock express, sting, Piper, Lex, and many others...but the Nature Boy, "gotta beat the man to be the Man" "styling and profiling" "All night long baby" Ric Flair..
and all his wooos.. was Your Man..And how you loved to wooo with him, even on tv..
brought back some fond memories...

"Happy Birthday Dad"...

"i love you and miss you...
and i hope these bring..
One more "whoooooo" to your heart and soul..

Flair might have been your hero, but You were mine.

All night long Ric Flair.

To be the Man Ric Flair.

Do you want me to do it again? Ric Flair.

((disclaimer: yes i know wrestling is fake or staged, or whatever, but my Daddy loved it)).

It was time, the sleens were released for the night

Hello Miss.. hope your well

Sipping the wine.

Looks back in to say hello to any friends still around

Stepping in.. off duty