Parker se the booze down on the desk, and pulled out two glasses, adding ice to them and then pouring a large amount of gin into each glass. She wished she had a fucking knife; after having one for those four days it felt incredibly weird not to have one, but she just started to peel the orange.
It made her think of Paddy and her hands trembled for a moment before she clasped them tightly around the fruit, her nails digging too deeply into it. "Fuck." she muttered quickly, before she held the dripping orange over the glass that was going to be hers.
"Zombie Brighton, huh? Wanna hear the really fucked up thing? Vidal died, Snape died, Paddy fucking died and it was me, Billy and fucking Judas and you know what the fuck our safehouse was? It was a god damn fucking cruise ship."
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Date: 2010-06-23 04:31 pm (UTC)It made her think of Paddy and her hands trembled for a moment before she clasped them tightly around the fruit, her nails digging too deeply into it. "Fuck." she muttered quickly, before she held the dripping orange over the glass that was going to be hers.
"Zombie Brighton, huh? Wanna hear the really fucked up thing? Vidal died, Snape died, Paddy fucking died and it was me, Billy and fucking Judas and you know what the fuck our safehouse was? It was a god damn fucking cruise ship."