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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 27, 2007 17:57:22 GMT
"What?...What do you mean? No, I don't...no, I don't!" he stands up now, pacing around, not leaving the room though.
"I'm not!...what the hell?...breaking up?? Why?? What the hell do you mean by that, haven't I been fucking there for you?? ....Well you know I have the band..--...I'm not yelling!"
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Post by Lana on Jan 27, 2007 18:04:49 GMT
"Uh-oh", - Sarah mumbles to herself, watching Blake with amusement and hoping he won't see this amusement in her eyes. But he's definitely too busy to see that faint little smile tugging the corners of her lips.
Sarah pretends to be busy with something and not pay attention to his conversation, but it's plain impossible, since Blake's voice is really loud. And Carla is shouting something as well, since her voice can be heard even to those not holding the receiver.
I hate the stupid bitch, - she thinks rather darkly. She's never been of a good opinion about Carla, thinking she was not the right girl for Blake.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 27, 2007 18:08:39 GMT
He continues to argue, but he doesn't raise his voice more than he already has, so now it's Carla who's doing most of the yelling.
"..Car.--" silence. She hung up on him.
"I need a fucking cigarette.." he mumbles and throws the phone down in the couch and walks into the kitchen and takes out a cigarrette and lights it
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Post by Lana on Jan 27, 2007 18:12:36 GMT
Sarah frowns slightly, already annoyed by these yells in the early morning, though now the yells are coming from that hellcat Carla mostly.
"I have strong ones, if you want", - she offers. There's a pack of really heavy cigarettes in her bag - sometimes, really seldom, she smokes them, 'cause in general she's not much of a smoker, but when she's broken down and has no marijuana at hand - she reaches for them. - "Bring you a few?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 27, 2007 18:19:35 GMT
"yeah.." he mumbles and lights a Marlboro anyway and takes a long drag and blows it out.
"Fuck.." he mumbles when he realizes he didnt open the window yet, so he does that so that the smoke comes out
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Post by Lana on Jan 27, 2007 18:24:30 GMT
A few minutes later, having rummaged in her bag for a while, Sarah comes back with an already opened pack of cigarettes and offers it to Blake: "Here", - she frowns slightly, glancing at the pack and spotting a few joints there, lying among normal cigarettes. - "Err... just... take the right one", - she says with a smirk.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 27, 2007 18:31:03 GMT
He doesn't even bother that there are joints in there, he doesn't pay attention. He just takes a cigarette and lights that one aswell, now having two cigarettes to smoke, one in each hand. and damn, that one Sarah offered was strong! ...Good.
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Post by Lana on Jan 27, 2007 18:33:47 GMT
She smiles slightly when it's obvious that the cigarette she offered is really good.
"Is it too bad?" - she asks, speaking about the phonecall.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 27, 2007 18:36:03 GMT
"hmm.." he replies as he sucks on his cigarette (the stronger one now) and let the ash from the other cigarette drop on the windowsil on the outside of the window
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Post by Lana on Jan 27, 2007 18:40:16 GMT
"Informative enough", - Sarah remarks, rolling her eyes and looking at the cigarette-pack that's still in her hand. The best way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it, - she remembers the quotation of Oscar Wilde and takes the joint out of the pack. Why not? Saturday morning, nothing to do - then why not start the day with fun?
"Light it", - she asks Blake, taking one end of the joint in her mouth.
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