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Nov 9, 2009 20:37:32 GMT -5
Post by Sean O'Reilly on Nov 9, 2009 20:37:32 GMT -5
Levi poked his head over the table to answer her. "Oh, Asher's alright. This happens about once a day. Tonight's a good one. Besides, Asher's drunk, he won't feel nothin'." Then he grinned, "Well, not much-" He broke off and yelped in pain. He punched randomly and connected with the back of Sean's head. "Man, you got a hard head." he laughed, joinging back in with a laugh.
Irish shook his head. "Let oit go. When it's all over and done with, they'll be the best of friends. Trust me. Oif anyone else attacked one of 'em, they'd all be fightin' each other's fights. That's how it works. Why, even little Street there gets into brawls every once in awhile. She went up against this boyo one time... Six feet tall, weighed three times as much as her. Funniest thing ever. 'Course, she was knocked out, but it was a good fight on her part. That's how she got that scar near her eye, he busted it right open." Irish pointed out a tiny, almost invisible scar in the corner of Street's eye-after he had dragged her over and pushed her hair away. He pushed her gently back into the crowd.
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Nov 9, 2009 20:47:42 GMT -5
Post by Mush Meyers on Nov 9, 2009 20:47:42 GMT -5
Abby settled back into her chair with a deep breath. "Okay if ya say so." She tried to ignore the guys by looking around at all the other people in the Hall. But unfortunately, they were all staring at the fight. She rolled her eyes and they landed back on Irish. He seemed to be the only one not watching the fight. He was looking at her. Abby blushed slightly. "Come on. They're occupied." She stood up and grabbed his hand, towing him towards the door. They got outside and she took a deep breath. SHe hadn't realized how badly it smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke in there. She sniffed her shirt. Yep, she smelled strongly of smoke, and she hadn't even been smoking.
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Nov 9, 2009 20:53:36 GMT -5
Post by Sean O'Reilly on Nov 9, 2009 20:53:36 GMT -5
Irish followed her cheerfully, slapping a fistful of money on the table as he did so. Ophelia followed silently and crept up the street to her boarding house. Irish took a deep breath, stumbled and grinned at Abby. "So what now?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her neck and touching his forehead to hers.
Street cheered Levi and Sean and Asher on as they fought and scrambled. "Five on Levi!" she called out.
"Nah! Sean's on his game taday!" Someone called back. Street shrugged and skipped out of the way of the rolling boys. Levi's laugh was heard, Sean's grunts, and Asher crying, 'Why is it always the nose?"
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Nov 9, 2009 21:03:42 GMT -5
Post by Mush Meyers on Nov 9, 2009 21:03:42 GMT -5
Abby thought for a minute. She bit her bottom lip and felt tension. She kissed Irish. After a while, she pulled back. "I'm sorry. That was completely uncalled for." She was thinking of this Poet girl he was talking about earlier. She looked down then into his eyes. She saw something there but couldn't make it out. She couldn't help herself and kissed him again. Suddenly, she stopped. She looked around. Was she being paranoid, or were they being watched?
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Nov 9, 2009 21:06:18 GMT -5
Post by Sean O'Reilly on Nov 9, 2009 21:06:18 GMT -5
Irish kissed her back, backing her into a wall. He kissed her neck quickly. This felt... good, no right. "Abby..." He moaned happily. Ophelia turned her back on them with disgust and walked away. For some reason, she really wanted to see Mush.
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Nov 9, 2009 21:14:18 GMT -5
Post by Mush Meyers on Nov 9, 2009 21:14:18 GMT -5
Abby shrugged off the strange feeling. Irish seemed to be enjoying himself so she forgot about Poet. She kissed him back passionatly. She never mentioned Poet again. She was all but forgotten. Abby put her hands under his shirt and onto his chest. She felt him shutter with the coolness of her hands. "Sorry." She muttered. That was all she could say, and she barely gotten that out. She couldn't speak with all the kissing going on. And that was okay with her.
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Nov 9, 2009 21:17:15 GMT -5
Post by Sean O'Reilly on Nov 9, 2009 21:17:15 GMT -5
Irish kissed her again, looked at her, and pulled her along the streets to his lodging house. He locked the door, gave a swift kick to a scurrying animal and... dissolved in pure bliss...
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Nov 19, 2009 21:12:38 GMT -5
Post by Abby on Nov 19, 2009 21:12:38 GMT -5
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Abby loved the way Irish's mouth felt on hers. She smiled into his kiss. Then, he hesitated. She pulled away and looked at him. "What's wrong Irish?" She did not like the look on his face. "Irish-?" She looked at him, full of concern. He looked back at her. He told her he was engaged to Poet. Abby looked confused, then angry, then sad. She stopped at sad. Her eyes began to water and her lip was quivering. She ran as fast as she could before the tears came. She didn't get very far and she had to stop. She couldn't see anything and she kept running into people. She was on the side of the street, not quite on the sidewalk. She sat on the ground and hugged herself. Lots of people, mostly men, asked if she was okay and if she wanted help. She refused all of their help and just sat there rocking herself back and forth. She couldn't stop crying and she hated herself for it.
(Before she left)
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