“Do not be mistaken, Bébé, we are not cross. I am just teasing him!” Renee explained in her lovely French accent. Babe smiled.
“Good.” He replied. He threw an arm around Gene’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t want you to be angry at each otha’.” He slurred, smiling at Eugene.
Eugene’s heart might as well have stopped right then and there. The soft light of the bar was making Babe’s hair a bit darker than normal, but his cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and it made the whole scene sickeningly endearing to him.
“How long you been--hey, hey, keep your eyes open, Babe--how long you been sitting here?”
or, shit happens, what if something went wrong?
The drive to Brian’s apartment was not as bad as he’d expected it to be. The windows were down and his hand was dangling out the window, knuckles all bloodied and red. There was a nice bruise forming on his chin, but God, it was freeing.
A friend of mine was said "Hey! this is a cool line, wish I could use it in a story." And I said, it's free real estate.
“Oh, you know. I just wanna bug you.” He joked. “That’s what you think, right? You’re thinkin’ all I wanna do is bug you till you scream bloody murder.”
or, four times sledge lets go of snafu, and the one time snafu returns the favour
i speak in tongues, and they hear singing
At high noon, he goes to the edge of the deck and dumps a full purse of gold into the sea. Under Sobel's judgmental gaze, David murmurs an Aquan prayer to the powers that be for keeping him alive long enough to complete his mission.
He almost misses it, and then he thinks it a trick of the light, but there is undoubtedly a flash of shark fin that slices through the glass surface of the water before sinking away.
- Part 1 of one day we'll all be stories
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21 Aug 2019