Okay, I think it's sorta fixed.yeah o.O
Once more comes to me, I'll finish it.promise.maybe o.O
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"Tell me again why I'm here." Sara Pezzini asked her partner Jake as they walked into the reception area after Jake's friend Dana's wedding.
"Because you're such a great friend, Pezz, that you didn't want to see me crumble under such questions as 'Why aren't you married yet, Jake?', 'Where's your date, Jake?' and the ever popular 'I'm expecting grandchildren, Jake', and you wanted to see my fine ass in a tux" he replies with a smirk, steering her toward their table.
"Ah yes, I remember now, I wanted to dispose of your body in a hotel trash compactor. Always been a dream of mine." He chuckles and pulls out a seat for her.
"Hey at least you get to look almost pretty for a night." She rolls her eyes, moving closer to the table. "No wonder you're rolling in girls. The compliments just roll of your tongue, don't they McCarty?" She runs a smoothing hand down the long strapless black dress she had for special occasions. Nottingham had once told her that he liked her hair up, away from her face. It meant he could see her eyes. So, in a move she refused to think of as childish, she wore it down almost constantly and tonight was no exception. She blew a wisp of hair away from her face with lips painted a dark crimson and crossed her long legs, letting a black stiletto dangle off her foot. She looked like the epitome of feminism, from afar that is.
"Damn, I'm hungry. That little pain in the ass kid. Um...what was his name?" Jake leaned back and let the waitress put his dish in front of him, glancing over the girl appreciatively.
"Huh? Oh, Joey Rodriguez, I think. Decided stealing purses from little old ladies was a better gig than working the corner market" Sara shoves some lettuce into her mouth and makes some agreeing noises.
"Yeah, that was him" She mutters after swallowing. "Rodriguez. Punk must have had a bowl of sugar or something that morning for breakfast. Ran fast as hell, had to tackle him. Swear to god, ya try to do something nice for someone, come away with fuckin' bruises." Jake stifles a laugh. He was sure his mother would not be asking about when was he going to settle down with this date. God bless Sara Pezzini.
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"Tell me again why I'm here." Sara Pezzini asked her partner Jake as they walked into the reception area after Jake's friend Dana's wedding.
"Because you're such a great friend, Pezz, that you didn't want to see me crumble under such questions as 'Why aren't you married yet, Jake?', 'Where's your date, Jake?' and the ever popular 'I'm expecting grandchildren, Jake', and you wanted to see my fine ass in a tux" he replies with a smirk, steering her toward their table.
"Ah yes, I remember now, I wanted to dispose of your body in a hotel trash compactor. Always been a dream of mine." He chuckles and pulls out a seat for her.
"Hey at least you get to look almost pretty for a night." She rolls her eyes, moving closer to the table. "No wonder you're rolling in girls. The compliments just roll of your tongue, don't they McCarty?" She runs a smoothing hand down the long strapless black dress she had for special occasions. Nottingham had once told her that he liked her hair up, away from her face. It meant he could see her eyes. So, in a move she refused to think of as childish, she wore it down almost constantly and tonight was no exception. She blew a wisp of hair away from her face with lips painted a dark crimson and crossed her long legs, letting a black stiletto dangle off her foot. She looked like the epitome of feminism, from afar that is.
"Damn, I'm hungry. That little pain in the ass kid. Um...what was his name?" Jake leaned back and let the waitress put his dish in front of him, glancing over the girl appreciatively.
"Huh? Oh, Joey Rodriguez, I think. Decided stealing purses from little old ladies was a better gig than working the corner market" Sara shoves some lettuce into her mouth and makes some agreeing noises.
"Yeah, that was him" She mutters after swallowing. "Rodriguez. Punk must have had a bowl of sugar or something that morning for breakfast. Ran fast as hell, had to tackle him. Swear to god, ya try to do something nice for someone, come away with fuckin' bruises." Jake stifles a laugh. He was sure his mother would not be asking about when was he going to settle down with this date. God bless Sara Pezzini.