Date Posted:11:06:01 06/18/02 Tue Author: Rachelle Author Host/IP: NoHost / 216.73.9.68 Subject: ')(' Get Used To It ')(' In reply to:
bryson hodges
's message, "))I'm speechless....what else is new?((" on 16:06:09 06/17/02 Mon
')(' She shifts and disapears down the hall once more, searching through a closet and dragging out an old pair of cargo jeans and t-shirt she knew would fit him, digits caressing the material for a moment as thoughts linger over the cold body that still lay in the alley. Shoving down the emotions that threaten to boil over she makes her way back to the livingroom, tossing the clothes on the couch "Those should help.." Turning she enters her room, changing quickly into dry clothes herself ')('
')(' Hours passed without any sign of her exiting the room, finaly the door to the alley crashes open and a young woman, in her 30's at latest stumbles into the apartment with a bottle of liquor in hand. She fumbles with the door, leaning against it as fingers work futily to do the locks, finaly managing she glances around, seemingly oblivious to the male on the couch "Rachele Maggillacutty, you'de better be in your room!" Vocals are hoarse with intoxication, drawing a slightly alarmed Rachelle from her room quickly. Rache glances toward Brys then moves to her mother, snatching the bottle "Mom, go to bed.." She mutters softly, words meant only for the woman who waves an arm in ridding herself of her daughter's hand as she moves down the hall, the slam of a door is heard then silence again. Rache glares after the woman for a moment before taking a swig of the vodka herself and setting the bottle on the kitchen counter, boredom already beginning to set in, if not for the male on the couch she would be able to be out and unable to allow herself to to stew over life ')('
