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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"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.