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( &. troubledline )
“Hey, bubbles, long time no see.” Charity said
as she kicked open the door to her friend’s
home. She was pretty big now, having gained
weight from the baby, hell— she hadn’t even
been able to tell Avery. “Aves? You home?”
avery had been running jobs for charity’s dad for
god, it felt like forever actually. to the point that her own
job was put on the backburner, and brought around
some interesting situations. however it took all control
over her once blooming social life.
“charity? ...whoa, since when did you get preggo?” the
girl raises a brow as she glances the blonde over,
“i’m always the last to know... but uh, hey!”
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“Of fuckin’ course I got him back. I fuckin’
jizzed in his milk the next morning. And he
drank it like a baby suckin’ its mom’s tit.
Didn’t even suspect a thing, that idiot.”
He grins at the girl, recalling his old
memories with his crew all those years
ago. “Good times…” At first, she kind
of annoyed him, but now that he’s
actually taking the time to talk to her?
She ain’t that bad. “What about you?
Got any good stories?”
for a brief moment avery is mortified, while she has
no doubt that the man in question deserved that sort of
treatment; it’s still a lot to take in. rendered incapable of
not laughing, it instead flows from her with a genuine smile.
“nah, my friends? they’re much more tamer than that,” she
retorts with a shake of her head, her hand lowering from
covering her mouth when she laughed to taking a swig of
her beer. maybe this guy isn’t so bad after all.
“well, there was this one time someone pissed in a cupp’a
coffee that was meant for the boss and he drank and even
said it was ‘better than usual’.”
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Going to be doing replies and stuff in the morning, basically reblogging memes all night and replying to them in the AM as well. Just one of those ‘in a funk’ days y'know?
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his statement rolls of her back like water, and
she can’t help but raise a brow at his question. the idea
of it is kind of hilarious, but she fights off the urge to laugh.
“honestly, i would. you seem like you keep interesting
company,” she retorted, her lips curving into a small
smile, “please tell me you got him back.”
”Well, sorry, little girl. Maybe you should keep
your complaints in your own fuckin’ head next
time.” His own eyes roll in response to her,
taking another swig of his ARTISAN beer, before
looking at her again with a half hearted glare.
”Would you believe me if I said one of my best
friends pissed in my drink one time?”
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no masters or kings, when the ritual begins.
there is no sweeter innocence,
than our gentle sin.
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the only one on her payroll was the manager,
and even then it was risky to do deals in front of him. the
others would undoubtedly rat. she’d only have one
chance to make it real, to prove she wasn’t a dealer. she
would rather have people believe she had a thing for
older men. which is why she ended up grabbing his
hand, lacing her fingers with his. she could act too.
oh boy could she act when it was called for.
she led the way, back out into the cold, crisp air of the
night. as they got out of eyesight, her hand slipped
away from his. “so steve, what’s your poison tonight?”
avery inquired with a raised brow, “you look like hell.”
understatement of the year.
it may of been early morning, but he’d hardly been up six hours.
his entire body was screwed up, inside && out, but he never really
seemed to recognize the trauma he was putting it through. the dodgy
hand with the wonky finger waggled in a mocking hello, features sliding
into a lazy looking grin at her words.
“oh, yeah —-” he pretended to stretch, ever the actor, giving a small nod,
“y’wanna nip out back, sugar? breath ‘uv fresh air, an’ all that?” of course he
knew what she meant ( he wasn’t exactly being subtle, but then again when
was he EVER subtle? ), quirking both eyebrows as he spoke again.
“lead the way, doll, an’ this old hound’ll follow.”
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it was two in the morning, and there she was finally leaving
her job. she hated taking night shifts, even moreso when her
coworkers never bothered SHOWING UP. it was the quickest, and
simplest of ways to get on her shit list. not that she could do
much in retaliation; she had friends that could though. friends like
STEVE, who was now right in front of her oddly enough.
“odd hour for you to be out,” she retorted with a faint smile
tugging at twin flesh. everyone at work knew who this man was,
that he wasn’t actually here for the coffee but something else. a
different KIND of fix. “flattery will get you nowhere,” avery’s reply
was cool and collected. she knew his game, junkies always
tried to get her to smile, to flirt. never really worked. “s’little stuffy
in here don’t cha think?” her inquiry wasn’t so much a question
as it was telling him; ‘we need to go outside’.
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“Ey, baby doll!”
He’s awfully OPTIMISTIC today, striding in with
not even a care in the world, a smile on his face, arriving
at the oddest hour to see if he can get his fix of the
good stuff, as he calls it. There might be a bit of blood
flecked on his shoes, and his ring finger looks broken —-
but that’s nothing out of the ordinary for Steve. He’s a mess
from start to finish, he always has been. “How’s m’favourite
lil lady doin’, huh? You’s lookin’ well, sugar.” Maybe he meant
it as a compliment, but it was more likely he was just trying to butter her up.
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avery was trying her best no to judge, no, really.
she was trying her damnedest not to judge the person
who she described as her friend. finally speaking, she
shuttered slightly.
"do ya fuckin' think 'fore ya speak?"
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Alright! Hey everybody, gonna post up a couple starters,
then I'm going to get to my replies.
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