Re: Motel: Sam & Liam
[Sam's memory loss was recent, and new shit was splotchy, but really old shit she remembered ok. It was like those old people, yeah? They remembered their childhoods, but not the name of their spouses, and she knew that was fucked up. Maybe she wanted to remember that other stuff because it was before she'd massively fucked up, yeah?] Do you ever want a do-over? Go back to that night and just do it right. No fucking drugs, no fucking ourselves up for a second of easy better? That's what it is, yeah? We're fucking cowards or something.
[Those words came easy between these walls, because she wasn't any better than the fucker on the floor. Maybe she tried harder, and maybe she'd always tried harder, but she was still in the same fucking spot, yeah? But she had to sit up and scoff at the notion of Trystan not killing him.] You trust that bitch? Baby, don't ever trust a fucking addict. Not him. Not me. Not anyone. Yeah? He'll give you dirty if he's out of cash to score for himself, and don't fucking doubt that shit for a second.
[Ok, so she sounded a little pissy, but she really didn't like Trystan right now.] I always want to fight for more. I want happy, yeah? I want it so bad I can fucking taste it like this tar on my tongue. [She held up the smoke.]