Derek knows all of life is (cyclical) wrote in rooms,
Re: Mariner's Inn: Jeze C/Max M
Drunken louts are rarely good for anyone. [This she said loftily. She'd known her share of drunkards since arriving here, but of the functioning sort and those that haunted the streets looking for their next drink. Then there were the others that found their vices in 'medicinal' eye drops or chasing the dragon in a cloud of smoke. Sometimes they were brilliant men, but rarely ever good for those around them with their loved ones taking second or sometimes even third place to their addictions. And while her addiction wasn't a chemical concoction, no one came before it and she was just as ill suited for love as any other addict.
She preened a little as Max lifted up her hair and let it fall back around her shoulders.] There are plenty of people that aren't nice but she's [her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her head tilted, consideration given to her next words] unwilling to move. [Luke though, she could read that in his words. He was too married to his family.
As for Jack - killing wasn't in their purview. When it came to violence, the boys of the Elephant and Castle handled it without them ever having to get their hands dirty. She wasn't blind enough to believe that murder never happened, but she never asked and such things were never spoken of.] Will you invite him here, then? [Then, remembering Max's requirement for the room, she gave a little shake of her head.] Not the bracelet. I could never give someone I like something that caused me such pain. [One hand idly rubbed at her ribs where it had poked so awfully into them, while the other scattered one of her piles for something else. A necklace. Understated. A thin gold chain wound around her fingers as she plucked it up, a small diamond hanging from it. Maybe a carat. A carat and a quarter, at most.] This one.