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Oct. 1st, 2004 07:14 pmFaye. Here. What a fucked-up thing that is -- but at least she bought the first round. Start keeping track: it's probably the first time she's ever spent her own money since I've known her. Usually she just lies and cheats and steals her way through. Or gambles it all away.
"Hey." He brushes a stray hair back from Beth's forehead. He doesn't know her well enough to know if meeting someone from his past is hard for her, or if she cares, or maybe she doesn't even give a shit. Maybe it doesn't matter to her at all. But still, he watches her closely and feels surprisingly protective. Like he doesn't want the personification of vice that Faye is to rub off on Beth... not even a little. Beth is part of something new, something that reaches so far in a different direction... if there's any way he can keep them separate, he will. At least in his own mind and in his own heart.
Then again, Faye or Beth might have a different idea about it.
"Hey. You okay?"
"Hey." He brushes a stray hair back from Beth's forehead. He doesn't know her well enough to know if meeting someone from his past is hard for her, or if she cares, or maybe she doesn't even give a shit. Maybe it doesn't matter to her at all. But still, he watches her closely and feels surprisingly protective. Like he doesn't want the personification of vice that Faye is to rub off on Beth... not even a little. Beth is part of something new, something that reaches so far in a different direction... if there's any way he can keep them separate, he will. At least in his own mind and in his own heart.
Then again, Faye or Beth might have a different idea about it.
"Hey. You okay?"
