thedressingroom | (no subject)

Totally. Thinkin' bout gettin' it tattooed on my chest or some shit; I can look down for reference while I'm fuckin' 'em.

[A low chuckle.]

Nah, really, it's easy to remember shit 'bout people when you actually give a fuck 'bout 'em.

... How you doin', gorgeous?

I gotta be honest, giving a shit about more people than I can count on two hands would be beyond me.

[he holds the ringed hand up.] Good. Better than I have been in awhile.

It's pretty new for me too. But honestly? I fuckin' love it. Gotta huge place fulla kickass roommates an' everythin' I never thought I wanted. Plus, I own a strip club now.

Tell me you ain't gettin' married an' I don' gotta rethink my worldview, pretty please?

Well that don't surprise me.

I ain't in no hurry to get married again, no. It's just a... committment.

I haven't changed that much, honey. Always gonna want sex on tap.

Didn't know you ever were. But that's still... somethin'. Congrats, or whatever.

That was part of the whole 'sleep with everything that moves' act, the not letting folks know I was married bit.

Yeah, it's... nice.

What happened to your wife?

It is, huh. He treatin' you right?

[he's silent, like he didn't expect the question, but he'd known it was coming, like it always would. It's why he didn't mention her at all, most times.]

She died. Car accident.

Since when did that concern you?

Mm.

What, I been gone too long, now I ain't allowed to give a shit? Fuck that.

Outta curiosity, if I said he weren't, what would you do? Yell at him?

Oh yeah. Then break out the silver bullets.

It takes a lot less muscles to not care. You told me to go hang when I chewed out Tolly.

Bullshit. When did you ever bitch at princess to his face?

Not that I wouldn't've told you t'go hang if you had, prob'ly. Which is shitty 'cause you were right 'bout him all along.

I totally did. He gave me shit like 'you can't tell me what to do' and smiled like somebody who wants his face smashed in. You're better of without him.

Shoulda smashed his face in, I s'pose. 'Bout as better off as I could be, I reckon.

So hey, did you ever get a job?

Yeah, at a bar. Why, you offering?

I wasn't, but I could. What kinda bar?

Hole in the wall vamp bar. It's decent. Ain't been jumped yet.

Mm, peachy. I spent a few days as vamp-bait last year when they figured they could drain me over an' over without killin' me. Good times.

Yeah, well, vampires are assholes.

Mm, entertainin' assholes, but. I had some fun gettin' free.

Their bites ain't nothin' like yours. Yours are better.

You know better than to say that to me.

Say what?

You're a drug, Skye. Every goddamn breather on the planet is a drug. The longer I stay off eating from the source, the better I'll be.

You're the goddamn drug. An' I wasn't suggestin' anythin', just makin' conversation. Temptin' as it is.