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| [attr="class","humpty"] "Alright, uh... I transferred during second year, right? I was thirteen. Must've only talked to you in October, asked you for help in French Lit." He mulled it over, nodding to himself. At her question though, he immediately changed his opinion about this game. "Aw, fuck!" He blurted, suddenly oddly emotive. "I don't even remember how many times I've fucked!" He took deep breaths though, because he wasn't sure how to think straight. "I don't wanna... answer."@noemi |
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Noémi wants to say something mean. She's bristled now, for some reason. Noémi wants to be mean, mean, mean, but instead she snorts. "Alright, monsieur gigolo,"
Still. She wants to ask him to answer, to come up with some number. It's morbid of her, but she wants to press and press and press and she wants to find out what he thinks about her. What kind of person does Frank think she is? The funny part is the double standard.
Instead of pressing for a response, her mouth moves without her permission. "Six," Why does she say that? How does she say it so clearly? Inside, Nae is screaming. That's not what I said! I said answer, you coward. But she didn't. Just that, just six.
She slides the empty shot glass to him across the table.
"I wonder if we should give you a punishment for losing." She laughs because one more shot and it'll be hard to stand up. (And she's only had one and a half.)
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| [attr="class","humpty"]He rolled his eyes. "Actually would've been a viable career choice for me, if it wasn't for the mild chance I'd catch AIDS or sleep in the middle of it." Frank shrugged. Sex used to be a game for him. "I've lost touch with the sport now, though." The shot glass wobbled between his fingertips as he prepared another shot. The alcohol was evidently getting to him now, speak slurred, the world, if it wasn't already, travelling in trapped, paused, time. Yet, his heart remembered to leap when she told him the answer. Six wasn't so bad; from what he remembered of her, she used to get around a lot more. He smiled, then, not quite sure he enjoyed being proved wrong, and the shot's already down his system and blurring more of the edges. "I don't want to decide my punishment." He laughs at the use of 'we', and maybe not the notion that this was what she was getting to all along - punishing him for whatever he seemed to be doing all the time. Frank wishes he had an idea. @noemi |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 23:36:51 GMT
After he shrugs off his punishment, Nae gets an idea. She slaps her hand on the table, blinks a bit - surprised at what she just did. Moving on, "Double or nothing," she says slyly. "Ask me one mo- one more question." Stop that, she thinks. She wants her words to work in proper order.
"One more question and if I get it right then you lose and I get to make you do something, vice versa!" She says that, vice versa, shrilly because she doesn't want to repeat the rules. She doesn't want her words to act up again.
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| [attr="class","humpty"]He flinches at the noise. He sways a little, so much he doesn't even realise it. "But I... haven't got anything for you to do!" He whined. At this rate, Frank's head almost thunks onto the table but he holds on quick enough to save him from that embarrassment. Sure, it's been a while since he's done shots, but he couldn't believe he was this out of it. He still waves his hands in surrender though, knowing Nae will always have that effect on him, whether he liked it or not. "Fine," He slurred out. "When's... m'birthday?" Now he supports himself with the table, to keep him steady. Maybe he wants to loose, go double, and go fall asleep. Maybe then Nae would just let him go. @noemi |
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Noémi didn't think she would come up empty handed.
For some reason she was so sure of herself when it came to Frank. Although, neither of them had been doing well at this point. But she had been ignoring her self-involved parts; she was naive enough to think she had listened or cared in the past. She had just watched his lips and ignored what he said and she chased after her wants and never after his.
She wants to say January 12th, and she probably will since she always comes back to her instincts. But she racks her brain, she tries to think. Instead she's back to looking at his lips across the table. Instead she's wishing he had known more about her instead of knowing more about him.
Nae has a poor opinion on the game at this point.
She runs a hand through her hair, mussing her bangs over. "January twelfth...?" she ventures, not sure. He looks like that's a possibility. A sleepy winter baby.
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| [attr="class","humpty"]He groans. Whether or not it's because he's lost, or he's losing, he's not sure. "You ought to kill me, I'm half dead anyway." He mutters to himself, stealing a look a Nae, because he can and so many can't, in his head. "Close. The thirteenth." He smiles like he's lying, and maybe he is, because he can. He wants to be on the winning side for once, or maybe the drunken haze obscured his memory. He eyes her then, with curiosity. "Your turn."@noemi |
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She indulges herself in her narcissism, in her need for answers.
Alright, she's drunk. Alright, everything is moving in spiral. Nae wants to steady herself on the table but that would give her away. She doesn't want to show any tells but she isn't sure what she's bluffing about. Her words come out like vomit. "Do you love me?"
She feels like she's emptied her guts on the table in the ugliest way possible. She drops her head down so her chin hits her chest and her hair covers her face. She has to push, she knows. She wants to hear his sleepy voice - but what does she want to hear out of it? Yes, no, you're the salt of the earth. Noémi wants to touch Frank's lips and his face and say that she'll be around to celebrate every January thirteenth.
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| [attr="class","humpty"]He waggles a finger like he's conducting the Orchestre de Paris. "I don't... know." He murmurs like a dying spark. "I think so, you're mesmerizing but I'm confused." He could say he loved her thousands of times sober, but drunk, he's more real. Less likely to coat things in sugar. He licks his coarse lips and laughs, chopped and bitter. "Sorry again."@noemi |
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That should be a compliment. You're mesmerizing, beautiful, captivating. That doesn't get her anything.
So Nae keeps her head down and tries to think of a sincere compliment. She tries to think of a time when she was honest and herself and someone praised her for it. Her eyes sting and she realizes they're watering. Is there even a compliment that goes past her looks, her manner? You're coldhearted. She used to take pride in that.
There's a teardrop on her folded hands and Noémi blames her emotional state on the alcohol and she blames her anger on herself. "Detestable," she says, and laughs a little. Maybe she's mesmerizing but her heart will never be top-shelf quality. She laughs again and sloppily brushes her fingers against her eyes.
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| [attr="class","humpty"]He's always marveled by how his steps are still kind of straight whenever he got drunk. When he's sober, he's left to his thoughts, and then Frank remembers why he used to get himself into this state anyway; more action, less thinking. He grabs a hand of hers, and pulls her into his chest. He doesn't comb through her hair, murmur sweet things, he just holds her tightly, blink blindly at the vodka bottle, and wondered if this was all fate, because he was feeling kind of suffocated. @noemi |
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All the sudden he's holding her and Noémi doesn't know what to do. She sits stagnant for a bit and he's holding her so tightly. She wants him to hold her tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter until she just disappears and he squeezes her apart.
There's one sob, a full body one that makes her seem like a small and fragile girl. "Stop," she says and surprisingly her tone is even. Please stop trying to make it better. Please stop pretending. "Why are you doing this?" But she doesn't push him away. | [attr="class","appls"] [attr="class","beprp"]@frank can you stand up straight for me |
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| [attr="class","humpty"]Pricks don't hurt when you've experienced thorns. He holds her tighter, more conscious of his actions now. He strokes her back, as if trying to coax all the bad things out of her. "I'm unreliable, half dead, lazy and thoughtless. But you have me... I don't have anyone else." He says matter of factly. "I'll never be good enough, but this, I can do."He smiles warily to himself, eyes fluttering. @noemi |
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He breaks the last levy of her.
"Why did you come back," she wails. "I was fine. Fine. Fine." She keeps repeating as if, eventually, she'll believe the words to. She was dead and now she's miserable and she can't even admit that at least that's something.
She wraps her arms around him though, because she'll be damned if he lets her go now. And he's so wrong, he's so wrong. "What do you want from me? You're too good." His heart's too good for her, she's just here to rip it out. Nae was brought in this world to hurt Frank so badly he'd rather feel nothing, and now he's here to hurt her back.
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| [attr="class","humpty"]He dips his head, and closes his eyes, hoping he won't fall asleep just so quickly. "And what do you want me to say?" He's tired, and it comes across easily. There's impatience in his voice, this isn't the Nae he knows, but some part of him always suspected that nothing, nothing he saw in her was real. And he didn't know if he could love a real image. "You were never fine, Nae." And that's why I was attracted to you. But Frank is still too nice to let her take the hits when she's crying. He doesn't know what he's doing, either. @noemi |
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