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yeah
i think this image is just funny
iβve never really been the sharinβ type. β¦ just pissed off. iβll be alright.
would you care to share your troubles?
yeah? ( her brows furrow, and then she silently downs her first shot with grace, with not even scrunched features to accompany the burn. ) don'tcha think it's past time for feelin' bad now?
Β¨ He turns at her with a hard on dire of seriousness. Β¨ I ain't pointin' Peacemaker against you again. I know ya' proud and all mighty, but i ain't hurtin' you again. I've had enough ...
of what? pissin' me off, or gettin' drunk?
There's no damn point' no moar.Β¨ You ere' me Ashe .α£ Β¨ Two glasses filled, with proper drink. Β¨
no promises. you do have a knack for irritatin' me. ( sliding her empty glass over, hand reaching to pour herself a hefty shot, then does the same for him. ) let's see if you can still keep up.
Ya' sure ain't, but let's keep it tha' way huh darlin' .α£ Β¨ A bottle of Tennessee Whiskey sits quite firm on the table. Β¨
i'm not pointin' it now, am i? ( scoffs ... sitting down across from him. )
You ere' again Ashe. Care to sit down for once .α£ Or are you gonna keep pointin' tha' 45 at me like every time i show my mug.
it gets easier to admit, darlin', trust me. ~ ( she's carefully directing amelie's face back to her, a cold cheek fitted against her palm. )
you test my patience. ( empty eyes avert from looking into her direction. concealing her smile with a well too forced frown. ) .. and yet, i can't shake you away.
( waves away the smoke with her hand, nose wrinkled. )
or what? i've yet to see you hurt me.
sweet spider ?? ( she paused as silence surrounded the two for a few minutes. ) don't say that again .. π’