Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-12-25 04:02 am
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-12-25 04:02 am
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OOM: ... let your heart be light ...
Christmas Eve.
The bar proper is full of holiday cheer. Decorations of all sorts, presents under the tree, the hum of laughter and song. It's inescapable.
Some rooms even have wreaths on their doors.
Not Room #100.
The bar proper is full of holiday cheer. Decorations of all sorts, presents under the tree, the hum of laughter and song. It's inescapable.
Some rooms even have wreaths on their doors.
Not Room #100.
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She flinches away from his touch.
"Y'said you'd go away if I opened the door, so are y'satisfied?"
She really didn't want him to see her.
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She'd never--
Why--
What--
There are so many things she's doing and saying that she'd never done and said before and it's confusing the hell out of him.
He just wanted to talk. To hold her. Kiss her. Be with someone in this whole goddamned universe who cares.
"No. I'm not."
It's the flinch that gets to him more than anything. It reminds him of the first time he tried to kiss her. It reminds him that he did something wrong.
"C'mon, honey, just talk to me."
He reaches for her elbow this time.
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She wipes at her eyes, pulling her arm away from his grasp.
God, he smells like smoke. Like smoke, and leather, and aftershave.
"I don't wanna see you right now, Tommy. All right? I don't wanna see you."
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I don't wanna see you.
It would take the force of a blunt instrument to get something through Tommy's thick skull. She can't get more blunt than that.
He still doesn't understand.
He thinks he didn't do anything wrong. But eventually, they all find ways to blame him. it would've come to this anyway.
"Fine."
The word is bitter. He backs away, hands held up. He won't touch her again.
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Composing herself.
"I'm upset. I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna whore myself out, I jus' want you t'leave."
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"Whore yourself out? Seriously? Is that what you think--? That I--"
He steps away even further. He gets the message now.
"Y'know what? Fine. Fine. Sue me for giving a shit, but hey, guess what, honey, I don't give a shit anymore. I probably shouldn't have given a shit to begin with, but too bad I'm just a huge goddamn idiot. So, whatever. You win. Happy now? Jeezus Christ. I'll see ya 'round, honey -- or maybe I won't."
And he finally turns to leave.
Angry. Confused.
So confused.
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That he — ? No. No, not him.
But she doesn't get the chance to say so. He's turning away. It's exactly what she wanted. That he chooses to leave her for good as well — well.
It's probably for the best.
She purses her lips, nodding — though he won't be able to see her — tamping down the tears that flood her eyes unbidden.
And closes the door.
Locking it.