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Oct 14, 2007 23:03:22 GMT -5
Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 14, 2007 23:03:22 GMT -5
Sipping at her Sex on the Beach she'd conned Triston into giving her Alli sat at the bar. Her hair was ratty, her clothing semi-dirty and her make up smeared. After her father's death...it'd been hard enough making it to the place where Triston said she could calm down. Though alcohol wasn't the way to drown her problems, alli felt her father when she sipped it. Though triston had set a hard limit.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:13:55 GMT -5
Post by Marcello Ventrella on Oct 14, 2007 23:13:55 GMT -5
Cello heard from someone in Narnia that Alli was here. He walked in and looked around noticing her at the bar. He knew she was going through and amazingly tough time at the moment. He slowly walked over to her and took aseat next to her, "Hello Beautiful," he greeted her in a soft voice.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:15:34 GMT -5
Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 14, 2007 23:15:34 GMT -5
Looking over to her side, as the voice was remarkably reassurring and recognizable, Alli let her lips curve upward slightly. "Hey babe..." She whispered, taking another sip. Not knowing what to say to him. She'd beene avoiding him for days, for fear he was next to die.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:19:41 GMT -5
Post by Marcello Ventrella on Oct 14, 2007 23:19:41 GMT -5
Cello looked towards the drink then back to her, "How'd you manage that one?" He wasn't exactly sure what to say to her or how to handle the whole thing. He knew she'd been avoiding him but he really couldn't blame her, now could he.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:26:15 GMT -5
Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 14, 2007 23:26:15 GMT -5
Letting her fingertip trace the top of the glass she shrugged. "Triston said one, I got one." She smirked a little before remembering she'd gotten that from her father. Her face quickly went neutral. "What have you been doing?"
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Oct 14, 2007 23:32:54 GMT -5
Post by Marcello Ventrella on Oct 14, 2007 23:32:54 GMT -5
Cello noticed her change in emotions and moved his hand her back, gently rubbing her with his fingertips. "Me...I've just been looking around at apartments and such..." he said with a small grin.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:34:54 GMT -5
Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 14, 2007 23:34:54 GMT -5
"Find anything?" She asked, a twinkle flashing across her eyes. This was a good thing, being next to him at night might take away the void of knowing she would be burying her father soon. The touch of his fingertips sent waves of shivers through her body, the feeling of someone caring for her physically was almost overwhelming emotionally. She sipped at her drink, her hands shaking.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:39:34 GMT -5
Post by Marcello Ventrella on Oct 14, 2007 23:39:34 GMT -5
"I think so...but I deffinately have to check around a little more...I want the perfect place." Cello new the place he had found was perfect but he didn't want to say that and he wanted her imput on it anyways. "You all right?" he asked noticing her hands shake.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:44:15 GMT -5
Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 14, 2007 23:44:15 GMT -5
Making a circle with her head, a nod and shake, she smiled weakly before downing the rest of her drink quickly, swiveling her chair and turning to him. "Want to show me?" She asked, choking on her voice.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:49:53 GMT -5
Post by Marcello Ventrella on Oct 14, 2007 23:49:53 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said and reached towards her hand with his. He slowly wrapped his hand around her's, feeling her soft skin against his as he intertwined their fingers. he stood up and waited for her follow suit before he began moving towards the door.
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Oct 14, 2007 23:58:43 GMT -5
Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 14, 2007 23:58:43 GMT -5
Following him, their hands molded together, Alli sighed. Maybe everything...in some alternate universe...would be mildly ok.
Though she loved Marcello and wanted him, the nagging missing father of hers never left her.
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