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Post by Knight on Aug 15, 2015 1:37:09 GMT -5
A slight depression had formed on the carpet as Knight paced around and around his room. The walking helped to keep him focused, but unfortunately it was his thoughts that were causing his distress, not a lack of physical activity. Hopefully Ana would have received his cryptic note and would be getting to his apartment in the near future. Surely if anyone could get him out of this mess and back to normality, it was Ana. Knight caught his toes on the edge of his dilapidated coffee table, half-tripped and finally gave up on pacing in favour of landing on the couch.
He liked Suki. He really liked Suki. Knight did not think that it would be an overstatement for someone to claim that he loved Suki, but he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to go quite that far just yet. He thought he'd been doomed earlier, but apparently he hadn't had the slightest clue what doomed was even like. This was doomed. This was end-of-his-life, go-crazy, ruin-everything kind of doom. Knight didn't have much of a life plan set out, but it mostly involved getting famous and dying just before his abilities started to fade. They did not, in any way, include falling in love in a half-baked town with a beyond-gorgeous woman who would almost definitely break his heart.
Knight was fucked.
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Aug 15, 2015 19:09:32 GMT -5
She leaned against the wall watching him pace back and forth, shaking her head. She had been here for a good five minutes or so, waiting to see if he would break out of his trance and see that she was there with his note but nope. He should really learn to lock the door to his apartment. Any second now you think he would notice that she had let herself in and was just watching him walk back and forther. More walking back and forth locked in his own head and she sighed some before cleaning her thought. "You made it sound like someone broke all your fingers and the doctor told you that you would never play again." She said holding up the note before taking a few more steps into the room. "What give knight?"
He looked like shit, but not really. Just his eyes looked like shit. He was freaking out about something and you what? She didn't like it. She wanted her carefree music back! She already did a lot of growing up over the last few weeks, she didn't want her best friend and carefree partener in crime to be doing the same. "Oh no... I know that look. Real world problems. Okay which mob boss did you piss off and how much money do you own him."
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Post by Knight on Aug 16, 2015 0:44:00 GMT -5
Knight's surprise at Ana's sneaky entrance was minimal, it wasn't unlike her to just appear without warning. Beyond that, he was deeply entrenched in his mind, so he doubted that he would have noticed a headless corpse in the room, as long as it was decomposing quietly. "I almost, almost wish that that was the reason for all this. Though if all my fingers were broken I wouldn't have written a bloody note, that would kind of hurt more than it would be worth." He was stalling, and badly, without entirely knowing why. Ana would understand. She'd be a kind, sympathetic- he couldn't finish the thought. The whole situation was genuinely ridiculous, the derision he'd face would probably be warranted.
"I have, without meaning to, done something entirely stupid and possibly fatal. I'm not sure yet. It's hard to tell what is a death sentence in this town." That was a bit closer to actually spitting it out, not quite but closer than he had managed to get so far. He wracked his brain for the best possible way to say it, when she almost hit the nail on the head. "I don't exactly owe a mob boss money. It's actually... worse than that. A lot worse." Not that he'd done anything yet. He'd just helped her buy a saxophone, he had been a total gentleman. Mostly. Knight could never bring himself to be a complete gentleman, stuffy old sods that they were.
"I might just slightly be kind of in love with his daughter, or niece, or something."
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Aug 16, 2015 1:02:36 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes some and shook her head. "It was a joke Knight." Okay whatever was eating at him had to be serious because normally something like that would have gotten him to crack a small smile. And he claimed this might have been worst than losing his ability to play music. Okay colour her interested. What the fuck could be worst than him having all his fingers broken so he could never touch a piano again. Ana moved to sit on the couch in his living room as her eyes tracked him back and forth and back again. "Knight just sit down! You are making me restless just watching you!" She said moving over and waiting for him to sit but nope he just went right into what got him in the mess.
And it was a girl? All this over a fucking girl? Really? Ana couldn't believe her ears at first "Wait so let me get this straight? You write me this note that makes it sound like you are fucking dying and it's over the fact that you might be in love with a girl who's make the daughter or niece of that other mob boss?" After she had said it all out loud she couldn't help it; Ana broke into a fit of giggles and laugh as her hand covered her mouth. "You are here all worked up because you think you love someone. For God sake knight... what the hell is wrong with you? Wait don't answer that because I already know the answer. You're in fucking love and you don't want to be!"
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Post by Knight on Aug 16, 2015 1:16:08 GMT -5
"I know it was a joke, Ana. It was fucking hilarious. I'm just a little bit preoccupied with my own stupidity." Merlin, he was losing it. He never snapped at Ana like that, they didn't talk about anything requiring this level of emotional involvement. The closest they'd ever been to this before was when they'd disagreed about who performed the best version of her favourite song, and it had only been a couple of minutes before Knight had capitulated by leaving to get another round of drinks for them. "Staying still is driving me nuts, Ana. I've been up, down, around a couple hundred times. I'm almost at trying upside down just for a little variety." His usually schooled face was catching up for lost time by displaying the gamut of emotions as he went.
"Of course I don't fucking want to be, Ana. Being in love is this messy, awful thing that other people do, get their hearts broken and write beautiful music that I can then play. I don't want any part of that shit, have you heard the fucking anguish that comes out of people in love? It's awful! Make it stop!" The last word was a even split between pleading and angry as he glared at her for having the audacity to laugh at his predicament. She'd made the whole situation sound stupid, but even hearing it mixed with her derision tugged at his churning stomach. This was bad, this was apocalyptically bad, even for an agnostic like himself.
"Look, it's one thing to fuck a mob boss' daughter, break her heart and then skip town. It's an entirely different fucking kettle of fucking fish to actually have feelings for her, Ana!" It would probably make things a little clearer if he admitted that this hadn't really ever happened to him before, but that would just result in even more laughter. It wasn't his fault he was a fucking newbie at all of this, like a teenager with better dress sense.
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Aug 16, 2015 1:50:43 GMT -5
"Okay okay fuck don't get your panties in a bunch Knight." She was trying to be a good friend but really this was quite entertaining. She didn't even care that he snapped at her. To see him all in love and all freaking out about it was just too good. And maybe it's because she had been in love before that she didn't see it as a issue, or maybe because she was slightly more functioning that Knight was, who knew? Point is she didn't think being in love with some pretty little thing was something to hang yourself over, even if she is the possible daughter of a mob boss. "Okay then don't sit, but can you walk like a normal human and not like you are trying to burn a hole in your rug with you feet?" She said raising an eyebrow and shaking her head. God there was so much wrong with this boy but what can you do? He was her friend and she was going to try and support him.
Of course she had to give him the gears a little bit first. Wouldn't be her if she didn't.
"What the fuck do you want me to do? I can't just wave my wand like a fairy god mother and make your feelings for her disappear. Fuck you give one sad plain girl a makeover and suddenly everyone thinks you can make their wishes come true." She mumbled to himself as he went one and made love out to be the worst thing to happen to anyone and she had to admit she somewhat agreed but... "Yeah but love is also the best thing in the world. It like... when you look at that person and you realize they love you back, and the world stops moving for a second and everything just right... god there is nothing like it."
But Knight didn't seem to be having it, he just wanted this all to stop and to go back to be well Knight. "Well I don't really see a different because your fucked either way. And if you stay with her your fucked in the best of ways." Okay that was maybe uncalled for but hey, if he didn't want her brand of humor he wouldn't have asked her to come help. He asked for her to come, so this is what he was fucking getting like it or not.
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Post by Knight on Aug 16, 2015 2:06:42 GMT -5
It wasn't even worth responding to a comment like that, he'd seen her get into an all-out with someone before and it wasn't pretty. If anything Ana did could be said to not be pretty, that was. Instead, he retreated back into his head for a moment, though apparently all that it contained at the moment were mental snapshots of Suki on a fast-changing slideshow. He shook his head to try and clear it, which probably just added to the slightly crazy appearance that he had at the moment. "It's a stupid fucking rug anyway. Should have magically removed the shitty thing, whatever's underneath has got to be better. Cleaner, at the very least. I think this has fifty years of crumbs in it."
"I don't know, dispense wisdom of some sort. You've done this shit before, you have to have some kind of insight." He'd certainly seen her fuck up relationships before, but he thought that having fucked them up after actually trying to do a good job probably gave you more insight than not trying in the first place. He didn't even remember the names of most of the girls he'd slept with, let alone why their relationships had ended. Usually they just stopped having sex with him at some point, and things quickly disintegrated. He could be a fantastic friend, but he'd never tried his hand at being anything but an awful boyfriend. "How the fuck can you look at someone and tell that they love you, for starters? I look at people and see a collection of features and a face, not love. What does it even look like? Same face as a constipated person, at a guess."
When did Ana get this sappy? Since when did either of them do anything more than casual sex? This growing up thing seemed to be infectious as well as fatal. "That was the weakest fucking pun I have every heard." He finally stopped pacing and pinned her with a hard stare. "The problem, in a nutshell, is that I don't want to fuck this up, but I also haven't got any fucking clue what to do if I somehow manage to do a good job. There is literally no outcome that is not going to drive me absolutely fucking bonkers."
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Aug 16, 2015 2:28:05 GMT -5
"What did that rug ever do to you Knight? Other than make your apartment look a little nicer? Maybe it doesn't like to be judge for being full of crumbs because it can't help it?" She said with a smile trying not to let her mood drop. If she started to let his shitty mood affect her as well then what were they going to do? It's bad enough when one of them is lost in a pit of self loathing but both of them? She shuttered as the thought and sat up a little more tucking her legs underneath her.
"Yeah I have done this before but not well! Fuck Knight I was a hooker for years! I'm just sort of discovering what a functional relationship is myself. Just because I was in love once or twice does not me I should be dealing out advice." What did he want from her? She didn't know how to give advice about this sort of stuff. She struggled with it enough herself. All she really remember about being for sure in love was how it felt, the rest of the bad heartbreak stuff she drank away and now they were nothing but hazy memories just on the cuffs of being forgotten altogether.
"I don't know Knight it's just like... this moment you know. They walk into the room and you look at them, and you're just like "I really love this person and they love me." And no it's not... it's just. It's like Magic I guess... I can't really explain it. Just that it was warm... warm and it makes your heart flutter."
How fucking sappy was that? And it probably didn't help at all but oh well that was all she had right now.
"Well I can't promise that you won't fuck it up but you got to try. You will never know if you can fuck it up if you don't try." She said smiling. Well he stopped pacing and was now just glaring at her which was a start. "Terrible puns aside, you might have something here which is more than I ever had so you might as well go for it. If you fuck up you fuck up and you move one. She's an adult I would hope, therefore you have the right to try and have a relationship with her without big bad mafia daddy getting in the way."
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Post by Knight on Aug 16, 2015 2:58:02 GMT -5
"It tried to trip and kill me. Plus, it's too nice for this apartment. Makes everything else look a little shittier in comparison." Especially his piano. The poor, battered thing hadn't looked fantastic in its heyday, and it was a lot worse for wear now. Perfectly tuned though, always perfectly tuned. "And they aren't even my crumbs." The idiot previous tenant must have sprinkled a hearty helping of every single meal on the carpet for it to manage to be quite as full as it was. Maybe they'd had a kid, kids make mess. Did he want a kid? Wasn't that supposed to be a basic human drive? Did he already have a kid, birthed by some strange woman he knew no better now than before he'd slept with her? It wasn't like he often had money to spare for condoms, not after a night of drinking.
"Ana, I've been having sporadic casual sex with strangers since I was sixteen. The only difference is that I was never clever enough to get paid for it." If she couldn't give him any good advice, he was well and truly fucked. He didn't have any other points of call for advice, short of sending a letter to his mother. For one thing, he doubted she'd read it, for another, every piece of advice she gave was incredibly shitty. Finley was even more alone than Knight was at his worst, so there would be no point asking him. Ana was his first and last option. He wanted to ask Suki for advice, given that she would definitely have had some kind of relationship before, he wouldn't believe otherwise, but that was untenable for all the obvious reasons.
In a vague sense of despair, Knight went from standing up to lying down on the carpet, barely touching any of the transitional states, which meant he hit the ground kind of hard. "That is the sappiest shit I have ever heard... Merlin, I want that so bad. Ana, I think it's too late. You're going to have to booze me up and drop me in a stream somewhere, it's all over. Rocks in my pockets, too." Hopefully she could detect the vague sarcasm in the suggestion, and didn't accuse him of being melodramatic again.
"Yeah, see, I don't think it works like that for me Ana. I think this is a once-ever kind of shot, and if I fuck it up completely I will never bother to try again, and my life will continue on its current path to brief fame and almost immediate obscurity." She was going to kill him for that level of fate-bothering, but he didn't care. "I just don't give two shits about most people, you know? If I had the choice of ten people to save from the end of the world, I'd have difficulty even filling the damn list. I just... I actually fucking care, for once. And it's nice. And it's right there and ready for me to ruin completely. I don't know what that'd do to me."
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Aug 16, 2015 23:43:04 GMT -5
"I think you just don't know how to put one foot in front of the other." She said with a smirk. Listening to Knight just go on about the rug and you know she could help but feel like it was some thinly veiled metaphor for their sex lives, or in this case his. He was this rug, owned by a shit ton of other people, filled with their crumbs which give him this particular disdain for functioning relationship that will not leave him full of crumbs... Wow okay nevermind that was bad. Sometimes a rug is just a fucking rug filled with crumbs.
"Yeah but when people pay you then they feel like they own you and then they want to keep paying you for sex even when you don't want to give it to them and the whole thing becomes this mess because you slept with so many people and you just... yeah don't get paid to have sex Knight. It's just not a good idea." She said standing up to grab herself a drink but as she did that he promptly laid down on the carpet and proclaimed how it was all over for him. She rolled her eyes and shook her head as she walked over to the tiny bar he had. "Oh come off it you big baby, no need to get all dramatic on me again."
Sappy her ass. She could get really sappy if she wanted. After all she had her first love when she was seventeen and there is nothing more sappy than being young and in love. At least her other love happen when she was older-ish... well She is old for her age so it felt like it happen when she was old so that was good enough for her. "Are you gonna get up off that thing and have a drink with me? Or keep wallowing in self pity. Either way it's not gonna change the fact that you are in love with a girl. And I want to know all about her!"
And now they were hitting the big problem. It wasn't so much the love per say though that was a big part of it. If he loved someone it meant he had to care about them, and if he cared about them it meant he had to grow up in a way. The old life would have to stop and a new one would be created and it would be filled with the sort of things that people in love do. Like live together and get married, have kids and pay taxes. And she knew Knight, because Knight was like her. When those fears of having to settle down and stop running creep up what do they do? They both run away. He ran away from his home didn't he? Just like she did. Why? Because they were chasing the fame dream. And the fame dream means all you have to do for the rest of your life in perform and drink and sleep around then wake up the next morning and repeat.
"Hey hey breath man. You know maybe this is the one though. The one you don't run from and you make everything work and it's all good. But you don't know if you don't try. I mean think about it. Our whole lives we have been running from something right? Chases this dream that would allow us to stay young forever but let's face it... we are here and that dream not happening. So why not try and make this into something good yes?" She said pouring two glasses of whiskey and taking her seat looking at him on the floor. "Oh come on man, you aren't dying get up."
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Post by Knight on Aug 17, 2015 3:02:03 GMT -5
"Feet are the least of my worries." Huh, Knight was fairly sure that he'd never heard her be quite so frank about prostitution, and it was certainly the first time he'd heard her condemning it. Clearly everything wasn't sunshine and rainbows in Ana's life at the moment either, and once he got over his own pathetic problems he would ask her. One thing at a time, though. The two of them had enough issues to keep a therapist in business for a million years, if they started trading them they would never fix anything. He filed away her disgruntled commentary in his mind, and attached a reminder. Like that ever actually worked for him.
"I'm a piano player Ana. Melodrama is all I've got. That, and beautiful fingers." He couldn't bring himself to get up from the rug, not for all Ana's insults, not even if she gave him a good kick. Or a strategically aimed kick. Though the latter would definitely cause him to assume the foetal position. "I can do baby, if that's what you want. At this point all I'd have to do would be lose the power of speech." It wasn't doing him much good at the moment, not when all he could think of to do was complain. Complain, and argue, and ignore the reality of the situation. A good fallback for when you didn't want to have to be a realist, or even fucking sober.
"I would much prefer a drink down here. Have my cake and eat it too." He rolled over, at least, so that he could actually look up at her annoyed face. Or was it intrigued? Somehow the two didn't seem all that different. "Merlin, Ana. Where would I even start? I helped her buy a saxophone by pretending to be her boyfriend. That was eventful. Fuck me, I haven't even kissed her Ana. Who falls in love with a girl he hasn't kissed? Let alone who falls in love with someone who hasn't shown the vaguest interest in anything but playing in a band. Oh, the band might be a go, by the way."
"Getting up is the start Ana. I get up right now, and I throw the only future I've ever chased away in favour of chasing after this girl. That's a fuck-load of pressure to put on someone, even subconsciously. Who wants to wake up thirty years from now, angry at someone because you decided they were more important than your dream? I get up, I grow up, I go up. Whatever that means." He had projected all of his fears and worries onto the one small act of getting up from the carpet and facing life like a man. Getting up was the mature thing to do, which meant that lying down was the immature thing to do and therefore a dilemma. "You're right though," he said quietly. "The dream's been wearing thin for quite some time. It's grey in parts, torn in others. Maybe it's time for something different."
Knight stood, slowly, dramatically, not about to just leap to anything in his current frame of mind. Without saying anything, he took the drink and downed it. "Oh, fuck. I never thought I'd actually amount to anything beyond being a decent pianist and an amateur drinker. This is fucking scary. But it's almost a good kind of fear. Healthy."
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Aug 17, 2015 22:18:22 GMT -5
"Oh come off it you got more than just great fingers. You also got a great dick clearly, and you got a iron stomach. Never seen anyone drink as much as you and not throw up, not to mention your charming, and you got some smarts to you. See that's all things a girl wants in a man really. Especially if she was rich little thing. Then you don't have to worry about money." She was trying to be honest and trying to help but there was little she could do. She didn't know how to relationship properly. She didn't even know how to be a functioning adult.
"Alright here you go then." She said placing his drink on the tiny table he was lying by and and listening to his tale of woe. How he pretended to be her boyfriend. How he hadn't even kissed her. Ana couldn't help but smile when he asked how you fall in love with someone you don't kiss, oh Knight. If only he knew... "Easy. You fall in love with them because when they look at you, everything inside just feels right. You realize you would do anything for that person, just to see the smile. And that's how you love someone without even having to kiss them." She said with a soft smile as her eyes fell close for a second. She could remember his face and his laugh... how much she wished to have him for her...
She rolled her eyes some and sipped her drink. "Well I think you're the only one who's applying the pressure here Darling." She said raising her glass some and studying him, he had a point though. He sits up now and that's it, he goes for this girl and that's the end of whatever dream they have been chasing. Yet at the same time he was right about it wearing thin...
Torn, ripped, turning grey. Something that seemed so clean and pretty when you are young is tired and ready to leave by the time you are grown. How sad is that?
"There are worst sort of fears in the world let me tell you." She said with a sad sort of smirk as he also finished his drink and she stood up. "Want another?" She asked before narrowing her eyes as she looked at him. "And healthy would be good. When was the last time you or I did anything that could be seen as healthy?"
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Post by Knight on Aug 18, 2015 0:09:15 GMT -5
"Oh, stop it, you incorrigible flirt." He was hardly a stranger to being attractive to women, the quality of his past relationships made that quite clear. His major concern here was about how to keep one, because that was far beyond the realms of his knowledge. It was beginning to appear that Ana knew as little about keeping a relationship going as he did, which was no great help. The two of them were as bad as each other. There should be a support group for people like them, those who couldn't figure out the secret to being as desirable six months on as they had been on the first date. He certainly needed a group like that more than he needed something to help his drinking.
That sounded like the sissiest shit he'd ever heard, and of course he could think of nothing that he wanted more. Even more terrifyingly, he actually knew the feeling that she was describing. Exactly that feeling. Everything inside feeling just right. He'd been ready to use the full force of his considerable wit against that damn shop assistant if he'd kept trying to cheat Suki out of her saxophone. And, failing that, he would have clobbered the man over the head to get it. Still paying for it, of course. He didn't want either of them to end up fugitives. "Oh, alright, out with it then. Who's the guy?" He couldn't wait any longer, not once he realised that the expression on her face mirrored his own. "Don't even try to pretend there isn't a guy. Is it Finley?"
"That's exactly what I just said." Knight took the bottle from her, and had a swig straight from it. "Just a little extra courage. Can't help. Ugh, and I'm supposed to be playing a wedding tomorrow morning. That's going to go well, I'm sure." He tried to think back to the last time that either of them had been healthy, and struggled to come up with a single intact memory. "I think I remember you eating a carrot. Like, seven years ago. That was probably the last time. And you didn't even finish the damn thing."
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Aug 18, 2015 21:31:45 GMT -5
"Knight you know I can't stop. Being a flirt is my only other talent." Singing and flirting, the two talents she had and the two things that have gotten her into a shit ton of trouble and kept her alive all these years. She looked at knight and got herself another drink before knight took the bottle from her. "You're a good man Knight and you know it." She said softly downing her whiskey. She was stopping here though because she wasn't even really supposed to be drinking after the little trip to the hospital but what could she do? She lived off of whiskey, vodka and smoke for so long she was sure her body would go into shock without it. "So be a good man to this girl and see what happens. Something good has to come out of it."
"Oh, alright, out with it then. Who's the guy? "Don't even try to pretend there isn't a guy. Is it Finley?"
She couldn't help the face she made, but the thought of getting romantically involved with Finley O'Brien of all people was just.. The thought just man her cringe like crazy. "No! God no not Finn. You were at the Gala, you had to have seen him kissing Kyra Reid. He's all in love with her and me... I just... all you need to know is there is a chance for once I could make something work with someone. If I don't fuck it up while trying." Goddamnit Knight why you had to go and ask that. Now she wanted another drink but she settle on just smoking.
"Weddings can be fun you know. Even if marriage is sort of the last legal form of slavery if you think about it." She said hoping he caught onto the fact that it was a joke.. sort of. Really unless some fucker knocked her up she would probably never get married. Not that anyone wants to marry a whore, even if she stops selling her body which she clearly had. She couldn't help but laugh when he mention the carrot and she shook her head. "That's because I think I was so drunk I threw it back up. Was that during the opening night at Charlie's. God I miss that place..." If only because they were so carefree back then. Just her and the music... Knight and his Piano.
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Post by Knight on Aug 19, 2015 8:47:05 GMT -5
"I'm sure you're underselling yourself as well. Just because singing and flirting are almost the only talents that really matter in the circles we come from doesn't mean they're the only ones you possess." He was sure of it. Just because drinking had dulled most of him to the point where he wouldn't be any good at a decent job even if he could get one didn't mean the same was true of his all-singing, all-dancing friend. He couldn't even remember how old she was, he'd had so much to drink since they first met. She sounded as world-weary as he was, but was she in actual fact? Or had he projected some of his own age onto her? "Just how old are you, Ana? My alcohol-soaked brain is having trouble remembering."
"A good man, what kind of rubbish is that? Good men do good things, and I haven't done a damn thing worth remembering. Making pretty music doesn't make me a good man, it makes me a light-fingered one." He could feel himself making less sense, and the tumult of his emotions rising in him. Knight didn't like it, surely that was what alcohol was supposed to be suppressing. "Maybe I can fake it until I fucking make it, though. That'd be more my style." How could a good man be sitting here drinking away his half-invented sorries with a girl who clearly had had it worse than he.
Knight snorted at her almost disgust at the idea. "Yeah, I saw the two of them trying to see if you could actually get stuck to someone's lips. I was trying to tactfully side-step it though." He wondered who the guy was. More importantly, he wondered if he could take the guy down if he broke Ana's heart. That had happened often enough before that he could easily understand her pain, even if he had never felt it himself. "You're the best of people, Ana. Don't let this asshole treat you like any less, even if you've done it before. You deserve better than that."
He just scoffed, the joke was so old that it barely even deserved that level of response. "I barely even remember Charlie's. Fuck but that was a long time ago. Where did you even find a carrot, Ana? They certainly weren't being passed around, else I would have had one. Hey, just out of curiosity, but did you fuck Charlie? There was a pool going, some guys had a lot of money going on it when you disappeared. I mean, I totally stole all that cash without even putting any in later on, but I'm still so bloody curious about the whole affair." He'd also later socked a guy in the jaw for seriously suggesting it, and pressing Knight for details. Not that he didn't think it possible, but he wasn't going to let just anyone talk that way about his friend.
Come to think of it, he'd ended up in quite a bit of trouble after she vanished. Bar tabs, gigs, bets, all that fell to him for some reason. People just wanted their money, and he was a broke-ass musician. If he had wanted to, he could have shown her the scars that were her fault, but there was no reason to. All in the past, now.
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