He makes another verbal jab,"But would your wife not take offense?" I grin, confident as I reply, "That won't be the case but if you're uncertain, feel free to ask her anytime."
My grin fades as I share my grim tale with my eager audience. I'm generous enough to include a warning but he says, "“Last night she held me down and hit me. I know she’s not all—I know. I do know." He says he does but I have my doubts, especially if the look on his face is anything to go by. I'm a bit relieved when he has questions. "Was she fucking them, do you know, the ones she left dead? And…is that fellow she took up with still around?"
"Not that I know of. She never it mentioned either way to me." I take another drag and continue, "As for the fellow, he's still in Excolo but he and Verdi had a falling out. I've not seen him around in quite while so I'm assuming they never made up." Tapping the ash of my smoke, I say, "You might though. Last I heard, he was still residing at the Whitchapel."
Jarmyn's looking a bit green and I lean forward to get a better look. Most assuredly green. He offers to owe me for a smoke and I shake my head. I slide an unlit smoke in his direction and say, "No need. A tale like that one needs a nicotine chaser." Curious in spite of myself, I ask, "Not what you expected, eh?"
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Date: 2011-08-08 06:51 am (UTC)My grin fades as I share my grim tale with my eager audience. I'm generous enough to include a warning but he says, "“Last night she held me down and hit me. I know she’s not all—I know. I do know." He says he does but I have my doubts, especially if the look on his face is anything to go by. I'm a bit relieved when he has questions. "Was she fucking them, do you know, the ones she left dead? And…is that fellow she took up with still around?"
"Not that I know of. She never it mentioned either way to me." I take another drag and continue, "As for the fellow, he's still in Excolo but he and Verdi had a falling out. I've not seen him around in quite while so I'm assuming they never made up." Tapping the ash of my smoke, I say, "You might though. Last I heard, he was still residing at the Whitchapel."
Jarmyn's looking a bit green and I lean forward to get a better look. Most assuredly green. He offers to owe me for a smoke and I shake my head. I slide an unlit smoke in his direction and say, "No need. A tale like that one needs a nicotine chaser." Curious in spite of myself, I ask, "Not what you expected, eh?"