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Stronger than death itself 6b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 10:01 am (UTC)(link)“I don’t wanna go down the road of old fond memories either.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s ‘shut-your-bloody-jabbering-gob-Steve’-time again. All right.”
Slowly and with a sigh, Frank turned around as well, copying his friend’s pose with his elbows on the railing. After a few moments, he shook his head and stared at the smoke in his hand. “The fuck.” He took another drag. “That cunt sure cuckolded the two of us good and proper.”
Steve chuckled out a cloud. “And to think I was about to slit your throat for fucking my girl...”
“Yeah, but just because I wanted to gut you for fucking mine.”
This time, both men laughed softly.
“Good thing neither of us got what he wanted that day, huh?” Steve dropped his butt end and ground it out under his heel, then shoved it backwards over the railing. “Should’ve killed the bitch instead.”
“Huh. She wasn’t worth a bullet.”
“True.”
Yet another long silence followed and Frank crossed his arms, his own cigarette clamped firmly in a corner of his mouth.
“Couldn’t imagine she’d do that”, Steve said, fiddling with his lighter.
“Who.”
“You know. The girl.”
“Nah. She looks like she’d only open her legs to someone after he’d married her.”
In the pregnant silence that followed, both men stared frozen at nothing.
“Fuck.” Frank took another drag.
“What?”
“What.” He flicked the butt end away, his voice a low, frustrated growl. “What. I’ve run into the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, but she’s a frightened, terrorized creature and the first time she lays eyes on me is when she spills a shitload of boiling coffee over my arm which earns her a bruise that’s going to be visible for another week at least. Fuck!” He furiously clamped another smoke between his lips and angrily attacked his lighter. Exhaling a long cloud, he stared straight ahead, looking at nothing. “And then she has a breakdown and bawls all over my fucking armour because we failed to save her parent’s life and fuck...” Another drag, another heavy cloud. “If I was her, I wouldn’t want to see my fucking face ever again in my life.”
Steve had listened to this uncommon outbreak of his normally less talkative friend with a deep frown on his face. Then he slowly took out his pack of smokes, slowly tapped one out and, as if he needed all his concentration to accomplish the feat, lit it up with slow, concise movements. After leaning back against the railing again he blew out a long cloud and shrugged.
“Shit. You’ve really got it bad, huh?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“You know...”
“Shut it, Steve. I don’t wanna...”
“Whaddya think I was gonna say, twit? Make a fucking joke about losing your head over a pretty pair of eyes?” He snorted angrily, the smoke escaping from his nostrils like two gushes of steam. “Man, when I looked at her I felt as if someone had hit me with a sack full of hammers. I’m no better off than you, buddy.”
That confession made between them, Frank leaned back with a soft snort and crossed his arms. “Sorry, buddy. Don’t know what...”
“Forget it.” Steve exhaled while dropping his head back and staring at the stars. “Just forget it. What we need is another hire to get us away from here and the girl. There’s no way this is gonna end well with the two of us if she’s around.”
“Fuck if I break my best friend’s nose over a chick”, Frank replied darkly, and Steve shook his head.
“Yeah, that’s as may be. But what are we gonna do if she decides she likes one of us well enough, after all?”
Frank took a deep breath and shrugged. “Fuck if I know.”
“Yeah, that’s the problem, isn’t it? We just don’t fucking know.”
“You know”, Frank said after a moment’s thought. “I think you’re right. We get the fuck outta here as soon as we can and try to get the little chick out of our messed-up heads. She’s got no fucking business being there, anyway.”
“I hear you, buddy.” Steve shook his head and watched a small bat dash in and out of the pool of light cast by one of the spluttering lamps. “I hear you.”
Re: Stronger than death itself 6b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-12 06:29 am (UTC)(link)