http://julia-marshal.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] julia-marshal.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] estdeus_innobis 2009-02-20 11:48 pm (UTC)

I laugh and nod in his direction when he asks me if I’m alright, I even take a sip of the water he presses into my palms with a grateful look.

Whiskey neat. Nice sounding, havoc in a glass as well.

"I'm...much older,"

I give him a shrug and set back down the glass, not really knowing what age has anything to do with anything really. But I want to get back to friendlier conversation, so I go along.

“That’s alright, Laurence. I don’t mind.” My smile is sunnier now that he’s back to not rounding on me abruptly, I feel as though he needs to be watched, like a jungle cat in a cage, so I try not to let that reminder slip away.

“Nanshe, bless me but that stuff you drink is horrible.” I take another drink of the water, deciding to stick with that for the moment. I want to tell him I’m sorry about the girl he’s talking about, but don’t. A little afraid he’ll come at me again with that look of his.

“I don’t think I’ll be doing that again anytime soon.” This time there is a laugh from me, the fire down my throat is gone.

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