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Damn, Not Again!
Ch. 7
I walked inte the pub and made my way t' the bar withou' watchin' for other pa'rons. I sa' down and hugged my knees t' my ches', starin' a' the scratched tabletop tha' Falcon worked a'. I didn' even look up when he se' my beer down in fron' of me.
"Hey, Wildcat. What's with the—"he star'ed, bu' I shuddered and drew myself in tigh'er and looked away.
"I don' wan' t' talk abou' i'." I mumbled, uncappin' the beer and takin' a long swig off i'. "I need t' talk t' Mouse."
"Alright, but go easy on her." Falcon warned, and I grunted, ge''in' up and walkin' up the stairs. The door t' her room is still open, and she's still lyin' on the bed in the fe'al position. I shook my head and cursed before closin' the door, walkin' over t' the bed and strokin' her cheek.
"Mouse." I said, crouchin' down and restin' my chin on the sheets. Prolly no' a smar' move on my par', bu' Mouse needed me, so I ignored ana discomfor' I fel'.
She opened her eyes and I saw tha' she'd been cryin'.
Damn.
"R-Rae?" she asked. I nodded, then leaned forward and kissed her forehead before si''in' on the edge of the bed and pullin' her inte a hug. "Oh Rae, I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, and I shushed her, guiding her t' cry on my righ' shoulder, as the lef' one hur' a lo' still.
"Listen, Mouse," I said, gen'ly. "We're goin' t' pu' all this behind us, and forge' i'. You wn' have t' do tha' ana more." I promised. "Now all ye have t' do is help me with a small problem."
She looked up a' me with a question in her eyes, and then, lookin' down a li''le, she no'iced my mark of shame.
Damn.
Oh well, the team was back together. Now tha' goggled freak was goin' t' pay dearly, no ma''er how long i' took.
==TEN MONTHS LATER==
Damn.