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Honey Skye Griffin (queen_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,

The note was grabbed and flicked into appropriate viewing distance. His scribbling were once-overed and then absorbed and before she said anything else…or mouthed anything else, she journeyed to the refrigerator and plucked the freezer door open. A gesture that was all jut and violent akimbo. Peering inside she spied not a leg or rump. In his freezer was one lonely, frost stained bottle of Southern Comfort.

With a heavy hearted sigh she knew that this man… this dumb man, with his scratch pad wasn’t the one that had taken out Vince. Vince was force and vigor and she should have known better than that to think this Kaczynski over there could possible get the better of her King. She grabbed the bottle of soco out of the freezer and without asking unscrewed the top and took a giant swig of it…actually maybe a double jigger of mouth wash was taken in, before she gulped it down and rested up against his counter with pale faced melancholy. She looked back though, just to make sure the spot she was leaning on was clean enough.

“He’s run off.” She said…possibly to the stale air of his apartment. Possibly to Lukas if he was looking. "That asshole."