With friends like these, who needs enemies?

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Sunday, January 24th (Day 238)
Midnight
The alley behind the Tavern of Hell

I haven't slept at my place for a few days. I took a shower and all the blood, cuts and bruises washed away. It didn't do anything for how sick and pissed off I felt. That hasn't gone away, but I haven't had to change. Much. That still hurts too. I know I asked for it and I didn't have to say what I did, but still. I'm not sleeping there and waking up with her in my room. I have wondered if its possible to catch her in her sleep, if she even does sleep. I'll have to find out about that.

For now, I just hope she leaves me alone and lets me work. Looking around, I see Thomas but not Iago. I know Iago was on the schedule tonight so why's Thomas here? Somehow I'm not surprised that Iago's nowhere to be found. I know he's not stocking or cleaning the bathrooms. Why would he when he knew I was coming in? That lazy prick. He better not be getting toasted in the cellar again. I haven't seen him since that whole forgetting thing and we need to have a little talk about that. I'm headed for the basement door, annoyed and skin tingling at the thought of having to go down there again. Its empty and dark. Growling, I smell a skunky sweet smoke scent I know coming from outside in the alley and notice that the door's wedged open with a stick. Grabbing a tray, I stifle a sneeze and walk out. “Hi there dear brother of mine. Were you planning on doing any actual work tonight? Oh and have you seen my husband? It seems he's missing again. Oh. WAIT! Maybe that's cos I don't actually have a husband?” I say with a toothy smile. I wanna hit him so—fucking – bad right now, but I don't wanna really hurt him either. So I swing the tray at him, but not too fast or hard.

[Open to Iago and Zann]

With friends like these, who needs enemies?

[melania-lowell.livejournal.com]

Sunday, January 24th (Day 238)
Midnight
The alley behind the Tavern of Hell

I haven't slept at my place for a few days. I took a shower and all the blood, cuts and bruises washed away. It didn't do anything for how sick and pissed off I felt. That hasn't gone away, but I haven't had to change. Much. That still hurts too. I know I asked for it and I didn't have to say what I did, but still. I'm not sleeping there and waking up with her in my room. I have wondered if its possible to catch her in her sleep, if she even does sleep. I'll have to find out about that.

For now, I just hope she leaves me alone and lets me work. Looking around, I see Thomas but not Iago. I know Iago was on the schedule tonight so why's Thomas here? Somehow I'm not surprised that Iago's nowhere to be found. I know he's not stocking or cleaning the bathrooms. Why would he when he knew I was coming in? That lazy prick. He better not be getting toasted in the cellar again. I haven't seen him since that whole forgetting thing and we need to have a little talk about that. I'm headed for the basement door, annoyed and skin tingling at the thought of having to go down there again. Its empty and dark. Growling, I smell a skunky sweet smoke scent I know coming from outside in the alley and notice that the door's wedged open with a stick. Grabbing a tray, I stifle a sneeze and walk out. “Hi there dear brother of mine. Were you planning on doing any actual work tonight? Oh and have you seen my husband? It seems he's missing again. Oh. WAIT! Maybe that's cos I don't actually have a husband?” I say with a toothy smile. I wanna hit him so—fucking – bad right now, but I don't wanna really hurt him either. So I swing the tray at him, but not too fast or hard.

[Open to Iago and Zann]