"I'm pretty sure your brain got left on there, too." This was not how this was supposed to go. Not that this was ever truly supposed to have another go. But in her sentimental, and very drunken moments, this was not how it was supposed to go. There was supposed to be an apology. He wasn't supposed to be bleeding either. But then that one never worked out for anyone, did it.
Which definitely wasn't the words in her mouth or head right now, when she snaps it at him and flicks her wrist hard. Sending the hood from the Impala closing back down. Not disastrously hard -- she liked that car still, it never did anything to her -- but with a resounded clang straight shut. No words, not even looking at it this time. Just the flicked movement, which is lucky it got even that much. Again. Almost too rudimentary.
"Did you forget everything you learned along the way? It just dribble out? Or is this like some turning in the towel crap?"
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"I'm pretty sure your brain got left on there, too." This was not how this was supposed to go. Not that this was ever truly supposed to have another go. But in her sentimental, and very drunken moments, this was not how it was supposed to go. There was supposed to be an apology. He wasn't supposed to be bleeding either. But then that one never worked out for anyone, did it.
Which definitely wasn't the words in her mouth or head right now, when she snaps it at him and flicks her wrist hard. Sending the hood from the Impala closing back down. Not disastrously hard -- she liked that car still, it never did anything to her -- but with a resounded clang straight shut. No words, not even looking at it this time. Just the flicked movement, which is lucky it got even that much. Again. Almost too rudimentary.
"Did you forget everything you learned along the way? It just dribble out? Or is this like some turning in the towel crap?"