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12/28/2015 7:45:59 PM
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[i]The movement around the bar wakes her from her daze, when she see's JT she smiles warmly,[/i]
" Hey hon, how you doin ?"
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"Not bad, yourself?" [b]he asked, tipping his cowboy hat your way[/b]
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" Not so good tonight, memories doin a number on me, hence the drinking"
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"Ah, you want to talk about it? Got quite a few stories over the years, I've likely experienced something similar to you"
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[i]She looks like she is about to shut down ,when the barman interjects;[/i][b]"for godsake Light talk to someone before you drink me dry, your making my liquor look like pish-water"[/b][i]he pours her another. She sighs, [/i] " where to begin?"
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[b]He waits patiently for her[/b]
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[i] She thinks for a little while[/i] "I supposed compared to you or Hunter its not much really but,its been keeping me awake. my first job as off world pilot, i was flying a small passenger craft. 5 passengers and me. a mother and her two kids, on their way to see the husband working on a colony base. And 2 engineers. As soon as we were out of recall or assistance, the engineers turned out to be a couple of escaped cons,nasty ones at that. things went to sht pretty fast." [i] Her voice goes quiet,she can't find any words ,her eyes go from abject grief to utter fury,and then hopeless resignation.[/i] "Sorry JT I can't" [i] It comes out barely a whisper[/i]
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"it's okay light, it's at least not your fault, and you really can't trust many people these days. Don't let it affect you too much, else it'll consume you."
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 12/29/2015 11:46:50 AM" think I'm losing that battle ' [i]she finishes her drink,the barman refills it without a word.[/i]
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"Look, take my word for it; it ain't your fault, you're a good person, you were doing your job, how were you supposed to know?"
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[i]she hears the words but,can't quite face it.[/i] "The head Dr called it Survivors guilt ,things they did to that little girl man,that sht stays and so it should,...."
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"Believe me light, you couldn't have done anything, it really isn't your fault"
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 12/29/2015 6:25:21 AM[i] She shrugs[/i] "So people keep telling me, Sure u have enough of your own sht to deal with , without having to put up with my whining," [i]she raises her glass in his direction and drains, the rest of it.[/i]
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"I never considered it whining. And besides, it's an interesting conversation, in my opinion. Then again I'm insane"
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[i]She gives him a wry smile , as the bar man gives her a refill.[/i] " Dunno man you might be the sanest one here." [i]She gestures to the ship.[/i]
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"Miss, I think prostitution and contract killing are viable options, and have done both before, am I really sane? Not in the slightest"
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"If someone is willing to do it I suppose you may as well use it to your advantage," [i]she continues [/i]
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"Agreed, though I don't think being a space cowboy/ex terrorist leader/Ex-PMC leader is the sanest thing possible, or the safest"
