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- Never let something like prejudice get in the way of a good time.
- Be honest. Are you where you thought you'd be?
- "I've been places I could never have conceptualized. I've crossed lines by so much distance I can't see 'em any more. Don't get me wrong- it's been fun. But high prices have been paid." A glimmer of what might have been regret skipped like a stone across the muddy waters of his eyes. Puppy dog ones, you know the kind. But all too quickly the wattage of that good times smile shone like the sun. "What doesn't kill us, right?... You wanna refill on that, Jack?" Adam was a bar tender. He heard it all, said plenty and pushed truth serum at a 3... maybe 600% markup.
- I'm just looking to have a little fun. I want you to have fun. Story first, you insatiable vixens.. Quit beating my door down with smut. -smirks- Seriously, though; plot is essential. Modern realistic or modern fantasy. I am willing to create a character to better suit your mood. So, send something my way and let's do this.
------"Unlike God, my father would prefer that people choose for themselves, based on their own beliefs. Rather than be forced to do good by being too afraid to do otherwise. Man creates his own pitfalls often enough. Sin isn't something you need to do, it's something you want to do." She turned that verdant gaze on him. "He believes in free will, free choice. And many times, that comes out in his favor." Another shrug, and a smile. "Don't you want to be free?" ----
Her voice like arsenic. Sweet poison. She was a good servant. Because she chose to be. Or? She was free? Sure, but at what cost? The whole thing obsessed him. It wouldn't normally, but nothing was normal anymore. Everything was amplified, yet incredibly clear. He was exausted by the details his enhanced senses had to filter.
Once he figured out headphones and closing his eyes, the mind reved into overdrive. More often than not he thought of Nev. She rattled his cage. A cage he had never minded prior. It was something he was used to, comforted by.
Had he not chosen each cage? Doesn't everyone? Freedom seemed an illusion to him. Janis Joplins voice filled his ears, "Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose."
It was time to head back down to the Bayou and see the Devil's daughter.
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His voice came through the ar softly but with great gravity. "I can't share these feelings. These weaknesses, insecurities... Failures with anyone. But I need to get it out." Adam stroked her hair. Her chest was rising and falling slowly. She stirred slightly. A crease ran across her smooth brow. He canted his head; watching her dream for a moment and then she was still.
"I looked everywhere for him. I sold my soul for him. I lost him anyway.."
He rose up off the bed, hardly disturbing his naked midnight snack as she rolled in a twist of sheets recovering form blood loss.
"What kind of a father would I make?" He laughed, pacing by the window, looking back to his silent witness. His unconcious therapist. She moaned. He shrugged. "You're right. Self pity is really unattractive, I apologize."
Adam began to get dressed; Errands to run for Cole.
"Though, really.. What do I pay you for?" He sat on the edge of the bed, tying his steel toes. "I mean.. I'm the farmer. You're the livestock, but is my position really all that more dignified?"
He traced her thigh and hip to the pinch of her waist with a fingertip.
"I'm still his damned employee."
The girl shivered and began to curl into a fetal position. Adam grabbed the blanket form the floor and pulled it over her.
On the way out he passed Cole in the study. "Not so fast."
Adam turned on heel and fell back against the arch leading into the foyer. "She'll sleep for hours. I'll take care of it when I get home."
Cole snorted a laugh. "Not the girl... What's with you?"
Adam did a prety fair job of maintaining a stone face for this, but was that in and of itself a giveaway?
"If you entered into this without reservations or regret... I'm fine, really. I gotta meet with the lawyer; Handle Bar's being sued again."
Cole smirked and shrugged before waving Adam on. Eyes turned back to the computer screen where his stock was currently plummeting. Once Adam left he muttered. "I regret not being a bloody psychic."
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