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10/23/2015 3:52:52 AM
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He wipes the tears from her face.
"I will regret those words for a long, long time. I know I will. But please, forgive me. It was a bad, horrible, sick joke. And I'm sorry. I know I've said it a billion times already, but I mean every last one of them."
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[b]She slaps him, hard, and enough to knock a normal man sensless[/b]
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He rubs his face, moving his jaw around. "Alright. I deserved that. And probably about three more, but I'd prefer to remain awake." He kisses her again.
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[b]She flinches slightly from the kiss, still angry, and yet sad[/b] [i]"Don't do it again, don't waste my second chance with you.. "[/i]
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"I won't. I promise." He hugs her close and kisses her again. "I really am sorry."
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[b]She hesitantly returns the hug, standing there in his embrace[/b]
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Dean smiles, he avoided some bad shit over an even worse joke. "I love you, Jupiter."
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[b]She stays quiet for a bit[/b] [i]"I love you to, just, don't do that again..."[/i]
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"I won't." Dean releases the hug slowly.
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[b]She sighs, wiping the last of her tears from her face, looking up at him slowly[/b]
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"How about I take you out to eat?" He smiles down at her.
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[b]She nods slowly, waiting for him to lead the way[/b]
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Dean puts his arm around her and leads her towards the hangar.
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[b]She follows with him, not knowing what to say, but trying to keep her silence[/b]
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He looks down. "Hey, I'm sorry, I really am." They near the hangar and he smiles down at her. "So, what do you wanna eat?"
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[b]She looks around[/b] [i]"I don't know, not exactly hungry"[/i]
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"Oh...then maybe I could buy you a drink or two?" He smiles down at her.
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[b]She thinks for a bit[/b] [i]"Whiskey"[/i]
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"As much as you want." He smiles, rubbing her shoulder as he leads her to the bar.
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[b]She smirks, the Irish girl would do more than that Later that night, after clearing out a quarter of the bars stock, she was bubblh and giggling from the drunk daze she was in, rambling on about her ideas for armor and what not, one of them being a red leather coat and rocket boots? Laying her down in bed later, around 2 AM, she quickly and effortlessly drifted off to sleep[/b]
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He slept next to her, slightly drunk.
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Edited by Python824: 10/25/2015 12:01:42 AM[spoiler]Yus[/spoiler] [spoiler]Can ye make it? Pls?[/spoiler]
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