i can be what you need

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

She nodded, "Ohh, right," she mumbled, bringing the bottle closer to her and once again studying the contents. She swirled it a few more times, watching as a miniature cyclone formed in the center and twirled about. As soon as it died away, she settled the glass down on the wooden bureau with a soft clink. She pushed her bangs from her eyes, glancing towards the boy questioningly – he had moved in from the door, but was still standing there silently. She let her fingers fall over the other odds and ends that had been forgotten or perhaps stashed near the liquor. She picked up a glass cup with a large chip on the rim. Almost suddenly, it seemed as if her company was blurting out his name. She turned to him, not able to suppress her smile as she nodded. "Well then, Antigrin, my name’s Ryan." He seemed to act similarly to how DaVinci had been when Ryan had first met him; almost nervous, as if she was capable of doing something to them that they were completely terrified of. What that was, if anything, she had no idea.



She grabbed the bottle again and moved towards the bed that hadn’t been throw into complete disarray. Sitting down on it, she began to pour some of that amber into the chipped glass she held in one hand. "Have you ever been inside this building before?" She asked, though she focused on the task at hand. When she had filled it half way, she stashed the bottle on the ground, before twirling the glass cup in her palm.

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