04-09-2009, 01:42 PM
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Make more? Her torn ear twitched in irritation. She turned her face to him, studying him. yes, he was being serious. She took another deep swig of her whiskey, closing her eyes slowly. She opened them again, returing her gaze to his face. His eyes reminded her of almost every male she'd ever loved. Blue. Blue you could lose yourself in. She snorted a laugh. "Yeah. Lemme fill you in on something, buddy. Ya gotta fuck to have pups, and there ain't no one that wants this old hag."
She turned her face away again, feeling suddenly selfconcious about her scars, the scars that Ahren had imbedded into her pelt for no reason other than he'd wanted to. She drew her knees to her chest, resting her arms on them, the whiskey bottle hanging down. She returned her gaze to the water, feeling the whiskey warming her insides and washing away the hurt again.