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Post by Jean on Dec 30, 2011 16:45:05 GMT 1
"Don't I look okay?" Jean said as she had sat down. "I'm not the one with suicidal tendencies. What do you want to talk about?" She had actually figured that she would like to talk about something that Jean herself wouldn't be too happy with, but that was why she had decided to get pissed. It had gotten her through all of the shit up until now.
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Post by Isola on Dec 31, 2011 0:06:53 GMT 1
"I don't know..and I was not trying to off myself." she said with a shrug and continued to fiddle with her bandages.
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Post by Jean on Dec 31, 2011 0:12:17 GMT 1
"Then it was even more impressive that you almost managed." Jean took a breath, telling herself to give the girl a break. She had been harsh enough for one night. "What were you trying to do then?"
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Post by Isola on Dec 31, 2011 12:27:49 GMT 1
"I don't know.."
Isola said in a low, almost whispering tone, sighed and gave up her attempt to loosen the bandages.
She had been drunk, stupid and desperate, trying to find a way to escape Sarah.
"I was drunk, dumb and desperate.. Bleeding her out of my body seemed like a good idea, you know? Haven't you done some stupid things when you've been drunk?"
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Post by Jean on Dec 31, 2011 16:45:16 GMT 1
Jean couldn't hold back a snicker. Had she done stupid things when she was drunk? yes, one could say she had. "I suppose we do different stupid things. Leave that be or it's going to start bleeding again." Jean said as she made an attempt to wave Isola's hands away from the bandages. "Next time, you should remember that you're simultaneously bleeding you out of your body. Blood good, mkay? You want to keep it in there." God knew why though.
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Post by Isola on Jan 2, 2012 21:02:15 GMT 1
"Really? I'll try to remember that 'till next time."
A little smirk dared appear on her lips as Isola waved away Jean's hand.
Perhaps she should ask her about getting Leo's and Balthazar's number anyway.
It could be handy at some point and she should really thank Leo, perhaps ask him if he could forgive her for acting so childishly. Isola couldn't afford to alienate people, not anymore, right now she needed all the friends she could get.
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Post by Jean on Jan 3, 2012 3:46:28 GMT 1
"You should. People should start listening to me more, it's like no one knows how bloody brilliant I am." She let Isola's wrists be for the time being, instead helping herself to Isola's liqour, or rather her own liqour now. "I mean, blood good. That is some solid advice right there."
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Post by Isola on Jan 3, 2012 16:03:36 GMT 1
"Absolutly."
The smirk turned into a wide smile, Isola struggled to hold back a giggle and masked it with a slight cough.
"So what is the dumbest thing you've done under the influence then? That you can remember, I mean?"
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Post by Jean on Jan 3, 2012 22:17:49 GMT 1
"Leo." She said without a moment of hesitation, but then laughed. "No but really, I've done so many stupid things I can't even begin to remember them all. Either way the best stories always seem to be the ones I can't even remember to begin with and am not convinced I really did. Why, do you have a story you are aching to tell?"
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Post by Isola on Jan 3, 2012 22:36:57 GMT 1
The fake cough turned into a real one as Isola choked when Jean told her that she had slept with Leo.
"Nope, I'm fine. No stories."
She said with a smile, trying to catch her breath again.
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Post by Jean on Jan 3, 2012 23:08:44 GMT 1
Jean seemed tickled by her surprise as she answered. "It was a long time ago. He used to be a drunken manwhore before he you know..." She made a finger movement over her temple to indicate that he was nuts. "Not a lot of standards, not a lot of plans. Good times." Jean then pointed at Isola with the neck of the bottle. "You should have known him then, he would have wanted to shag you rather than eat you."
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Post by Isola on Jan 3, 2012 23:37:04 GMT 1
"Even if we had met back then, he still wouldn't have.. I wouldn't have.."
She had a hard time to end that last sentance, trying hard not to think of what it would be like.
It was hard to not think about him as it was and luckily Isola's face was already red from the coughing otherwise Jean would've seen that she was blushing.
She knew that she wasn't anyones type really, compared to Jean, a tall, dark and charismatic woman, Isola wouldn't stand a chance, not even if Leo had low standards back and was a drunken manwhore.
"Can we talk about something else?"
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Post by Jean on Jan 4, 2012 0:30:10 GMT 1
"Didn't peg you for a prude, but sure we can." Jean said with a shrug, she had gotten the impression Isola wanted to get into Leo's pants, but maybe she had changed her mind. "The subject is all yours."
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Post by Isola on Jan 4, 2012 0:50:59 GMT 1
"I'm not a prude! I just don't want to think of Leo in his.. birthday suit."
Isola said with a smile and blushed even more.
Leaning forward she grabbed the cellphone that was lying on the coffee table to give her hands something other to do than to fiddle with her wrists.
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Post by Jean on Jan 4, 2012 3:33:21 GMT 1
"Looks like you do. But don't you worry, there are plenty of pictures." There was plenty of pictures of both of them all kinds of stupid things. She fleetingly pondered what she had done with all of the pictures of the band, it wasn't like they were framed on her night stand.
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