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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 20:17:25 GMT
"One cannot have enough rum," I claim, picking up a new bottle from the cabinet and taking the cork out in a fluid motion, "One can have a lot of rum, or plenty of rum or even a whole lot of lots of rum but one cannot have.." I raise an indexfinger to bring some weight to the statement, "..enough rum. Because rum's a valuable drink, ye see? Even if you pass out from the whole lot of lots of rum, at least ye didn't let it go to waste." I wink at her and have a swig.
Hell, sometimes even *I* don't follow what I'm saying. Especially around Scarlett. She tends to make me talk nonesense, as it were.
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 20:27:03 GMT
I laugh out loud: "Jack, you're insane!" - I wink at him, actually meaning it as a compliment, 'cause I can bet that there could be nothing worse for him than being labelled as normal. - "That's exactly why I should stay sober, to balance the crazy you". And to make sure that I won't let my emotions overrule my decision to stay away from you.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 20:31:03 GMT
"People tend to say tha' trying to balance my insanity is a mission impossible, luv." I sit down on the table, right in front of her chair. I put one feet on the chair, in fact, right next to her leg. "Bu' if ye want t' try than I wish you the very best." I smirk, playing with the bottle in my hand, "Ye'll have to be normal to a level of utmost boredom though.."
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 20:35:36 GMT
"Owh", - I cringe theatrically, looking at him smirkingly and suddenly finding out that our gazes are locked. At least, I can't make myself look away... - "Utmost boredom..." - I say slowly, gazing into his eyes and not really thinking about our conversation anymore.
"I wouldn't want to be utmostly boring, though", - I finally snap out of that feeling and find the thread of the conversation. - "Wouldn't you hate me if I become a bore?"
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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 20:40:50 GMT
I never once look away from her, and a small grin creeps to my features. There's not even a hint of the icecold Scarlett here anymore. Seems like our fight practice and the long talk since then broke down another wall 'round her. For the moment it seems like I have the old Scarlett back right in front of me. And I can't say I mind. Quite on the contrary, in fact.
Maybe it's the rum. Or maybe it's just the lack of sleep lately. Whatever it is, it seems to me that something's in the air. And my reply is influenced by that more obviously than I would care to admit; "I couldn't hate ye if I wanted to, luv."
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 20:47:16 GMT
I sense the same 'something' in the air, and at first I'm alarmed. I hurry to remind myself that I should be in control... that I shouldn't fool myself and take my dreams for reality and I shouldn't mistake the past for the present. Maybe it's the rum or just the lack of sleep lately (  ), but I don't want to care about it anymore. I am a pirate now, ain't I? And I'm tired of constantly worrying about the consequences. I want to live my life and to enjoy every minute of it. I am back to myself. I feel it now. Fully. I smile slightly, feeling that I've blushed a little bit. "Wow, really?" - I smirk at him, still looking into his bottomless, dark chocolate eyes. - "What an amazing coincidence". |
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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 20:53:05 GMT
I raise a teasing eyebrow, the hint of a playfull smile tugging at my lips. So far I can't really tell whether I'm just drunk, or whether this conversation is starting to take an interesting twist. Though I'm sure my wondering will be answered soon enough. I take another swig of rum, before I put the bottle down. My left hand lingers around its neck, though I don't intend to get drunk -drunker- right now. I'd like to remain to my wits a little here, if this talking is starting to turn.. well, flirtatious. If that's a word.
"How is it a coincidence, luv?" I question, leaning forward a little so my gaze is on her eyes in an almost intense stare, "Do care to explain." I give her a lopsided grin.
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 21:02:06 GMT
I gulp slightly when he leans closer to me, and don't fail to note to myself that Jack makes me feel not as if I were a 35-year old woman, but a 17-year old girl, who's blushing while flirting. Somehow he makes me lose all the unnecessary self-defence and I just dive into this amusing talk, finally stopping to think about the consequences.
"Well", - I say, still smirking, - "it's obvious, I couldn't hate you even if I wanted as well", - I say it as a flirting, but, actually, it's the absolute truth. Even after what he did to me, I couldn't start hating him. I've tried. I've failed.
I can't hate him even for having hurt me so much.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 21:07:34 GMT
"It's most certainly not a wise thing to say to a pirate, luv." I say smoothly, the grin remaining on my face, "Basically you're telling me to go ahead and do whatever I like, an' ye wouldn't kill me sorry arse afterwards." I raise a suggestive eyebrow, "Tempting as that sounds.."
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 21:09:50 GMT
I grin, having let go of all the bounds I used to have. "And what would that be? The 'do whatever you like'?" - I ask him daringly, raising an eyebrow as well.
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), but I don't want to care about it anymore. I am a pirate now, ain't I? And I'm tired of constantly worrying about the consequences. I want to live my life and to enjoy every minute of it. I am back to myself. I feel it now. Fully.