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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 11, 2008 9:32:45 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow at him, shaking her head.
"Are you calling me hot?"
She sighed and finished off her glass, shoving it away from her where the bartender took it. Enough drinks for her now. She was already going to have trouble standing up straight, so she didn't need anymore.
"I hated her because she was annoying. She was so... twitchy and afriad of everything, and she read books upside down. She freaked me out, not to mention the fact that she stalked Dan all around the Freighter."
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Post by naomi on Jun 11, 2008 17:33:55 GMT -5
Miles snorted. "Am I calling you...?" He repeated... realizing her question. "You're OK" he shrugged answering, "nothing on your sister. That hot blond one. What was her name?" He asked. He'd remembered coming across files on her family for the extensive background check he got on her after they'd got off the freighter and he realized she was the one person who might have wanted to go back as much as he did. He knew why too. Stupid thing cost him 500 bucks because it was an overseas check.
Oh well, he thought, may as well get something out of it. He kept his hand on his nose, tapped his glass and downed another tequila.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 11, 2008 17:47:56 GMT -5
"My sister?" She questioned, raising another eyebrow. Rolling her eyes, she drummed her fingers absentmindedly.
"Abigail. My sister's name is Abigail." She stated, glancing over at him with a smirk. "But I hate to inform you of the fact that she's engaged to be married, sometimes next year." She added, folding her arms across her chest.
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Post by naomi on Jun 11, 2008 17:51:40 GMT -5
Miles licked his lips, the tequila still on them, bitterness in his mouth from the drink. "Good for her." Miles answered, "lets have another drink to celebrate." He said, the alcohol really hitting him now.
He waved the bartender over, "hey man, we'll have another two of those chick drinks the lady here was drinking before."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 11, 2008 18:56:40 GMT -5
Charlotte looked at him, simply shaking her head.
"They're called White Russians, if that's what you mean." Charlotte stated as the bartender passed them both glasses of the selected drink. "And why should we celebrate my sister? She annoys me."
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Post by naomi on Jun 11, 2008 19:00:39 GMT -5
"Now who doesn't annoy you, Charlotte?" Miles asked grinning, as their drinks arrived. He pushed one over to her and took a large sip of his drink. He wondered how one person could get annoyed that much. Yeah, people annoyed him, but he had a good reason for it. They were all going to die and they walked around like immortal freakin' gods that could never imagine how fast their time was going to be up. Charlotte should be thinking more about how soon death was going to come instead of being jealous of her baby sister getting married.
"You know, we're not that different" Miles mused into his glass.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 11, 2008 19:14:36 GMT -5
"Dan doesn't, mainly because he actually has important things to talk about, and isn't a jerk like most people." She stated, taking a drink of her newly arrived glass. "Everyone else annoys me in different ways."
She leaned her head to one side, looking at him.
"Oh really? How are we alike?"
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Post by naomi on Jun 11, 2008 19:26:02 GMT -5
Yeah Dan wouldn't annoy someone like her Miles thought bitterly, because he's so damn agreeable.
"People either go two ways when they're exposed to their impending mortality" Miles began, "they either turn out like me, or they become like Mother Freakin' Theresa and have the need to save everybody." He slurred on, "And you ain't no Mother Theresa." Miles pointed, thinking of her confession to Sawyer earlier. He took another large sip of his drink.
"That jerk redneck thought that he had it bad because one ghost was haunting him," Miles started up again, "he has no idea what bad is."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 11, 2008 19:32:08 GMT -5
"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence." She stated, rolling her eyes again. "But so what if I'm not into saving people like some kind of angel or something? It's not like I have to or anything." Charlotte said.
"And I suppose you have like twenty different ghosts haunting you just because you can talk to them?" She asked.
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Post by naomi on Jun 11, 2008 20:09:25 GMT -5
"Hey, I didn't ask for this alright?" Miles said, jittering "I didn't want to be the only kid on my block who could hear spirits when I was nine. It messes you up." Miles drowned the liquor, his eyes growing wide and bringing his hand under his nose to wipe away the drying blood.
"You don't have to be a savior... because you're not always thinking about death. But if you were you would either try to be everyone's savior, or you'd realize that everything is pointless like I do. And I know you think like that, you'd think you really would be shackin' up with ol' Danny boy already if you didn't know deep down that attachments in this life are meaningless. The difference between us, is that at least I'm honest with myself."
Miles needed another glass. He waved his empty one in front of the bartender for a refill.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 11, 2008 20:32:18 GMT -5
"Being able to talk to dead people would freak the hell out of me." Charlotte muttered.
"I'm honest with myself! I lie to others, but not myself." She defended, glaring at him as she took a large gulp of the liquid in her glass. She frowned at him. "And would you please stop bringing up Dan? We're just friends." She added.
She drained the rest of her glass, allowing the bartender to refill it.
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Post by naomi on Jun 11, 2008 21:00:51 GMT -5
"So you admit it. Attachments are meaningless." Miles loved being right. Even though he was sure he was right about her lying to herself. Denial was always a sign when someone couldn't handle the truth. At least she admitted that she lied to others though. Most people usually thought they were the nicest people to ever set foot on this planet, at least in their own delusions.
He ignored her comment about Dan. He didn't want to bring him up any more than he had to.
"Freaked me out too." he told her, regarding his past. Both drinks were refilled and he took another long, pensive sip. Now it was official that they were both screwed up, Miles wondered what they were going to do about it.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 11, 2008 21:26:52 GMT -5
"Attachments are important. They have meaning becaue if you don't have attachments, you can't have friends or anything." She stated.
"I wouldn't have been able to handle it. You're lucky you can stand it." Charlotte continued.
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Post by naomi on Jun 11, 2008 21:57:08 GMT -5
"And what good are friends?" Miles wondered aloud. He rolled his eyes. She was naive. She had no idea how little friendship meant when death came.
"When it's all said in done you think your friends are going to mean anything?" He downed the rest of his drink, knowing the stupidity of his actions of drinking so heavily and spilling himself out to her like this. But what did it matter? He was going to be dead soon enough anyway.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 11, 2008 22:15:13 GMT -5
"Friends are people you can rely on Miles. People you can trust." She said, crossing her arms again. She brushed hair off her shoulder.
"Just because you have no desire to have friends because you have an early death wish, doesn't mean the rest of us don't have friends." Charlotte stated. "Friends can protect you from death if their close enough."
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