Another great big thanksies to xXGagaGirlXx!!!
Warning: contains character death
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Dark, bloodshot eyes stared vacantly into the shot glass clutched between her gloved hands. Gripping it like a lifeline, she brought it up to her lips and downed its contents. Slamming the glass back down onto the splintered bar, her eyes flickered upwards.
"More." She slurred quietly, her voice hoarse from disuse.
Pop stared at the young woman sadly before shaking his head, "I think you've had enough, babe." he spoke gently, though with a slight edge of authority to his tone.
Her head snapped up angrily, purple hair flying. "I've had enough when I say I've had enough. More!" she barked, slamming her fist on the table, her eyes flashing momentarily with their old fire.
Letting out a resigned groan, Pop refilled her glass with yet another shot of bourbon.
Drinking; it was all the 'Bad-Assed Babe' seemed to do now, ever since the Dreamer was killed.
Pop remembered the moment vividly; it hurt his old heart just to think about it, the poor, innocent, young man who only wanted the world to be a better place. A free thinking world had been brutally struck down in a battle between what was left of the Killer Queen's forces. The Bohemians had suffered a harsh blow with the loss of their saviour, though none like Scaramouche. As soon as the fighting had dispersed, the exhausted rebels able to push back the officers, a desperate scream had filled the air.
Pop remembered looking around wildly, like the rest, to locate the source of the shrieks. He'd caught sight of Scaramouche draped over an unmoving body, her skinny frame racked with heavy sobs.
"No, no, no!" she had wailed, her cries echoing around the dead silence that gripped them, "It wasn't meant to end this way! Gaz... Galileo, come back to me! Please!"
Her screams went on long into the night, despite all of their best attempts at comfort. It wasn't until she'd lost her voice from exhaustion that they'd finally ceased, then she had just sat there, gripping Galileo's hand, her tear streaked face staring blankly ahead. She probably would have stayed there for days if it hadn't been for Meat. The blond Scot had somehow managed to gently pry the younger girl apart from her lover and lead her away from the body.
Pop sighed, shaking his head once more as if trying to expel the memory from his brain. He glanced down at Scaramouche and noticed that her glass, though gripped loosely in her hand, had remained untouched. She was slumped over the bar, her breathing regular and even as she slept for what seemed to be the first time in a while. Reaching out, he removed the glass from her slack hand and patted her lightly on the head. "Sleep well, babe. God knows you need it."
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Yeah... I'll start writing happier one-shots soon, I promise.
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