we all scream for ice cream
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 06:47PM CST
Outside one of the few buildings in the area that has remained commercial, on the tailgate of a rusted out old Ford pickup, she sits with her cowboy boots scuffing over the pavement. The bulk of one braided pigtail twisted around an index finger while her other hand holds the soft serve ice cream cone she just purchased to her mouth. Pink tongue hungrily licking away drips of milky melted vanilla. From the open windows of the pickup Alabama belts out an upbeat tune. The bed of the truck is a mess of this and that, and the other. A tackle box, and an old balled up tee shirt, a pair of fishing rods, and a small toolbox filled with miss matched sets of screwdrivers and ratchet tools. Dead leaves and twigs and bits of straw from the old trucks life on the farm still cling to the corners of the box along with bits of caked on mud and oil stains. Cornflower blue eyes trail over the street, peering toward the chain link fences surrounding the industrial complexes across the street with the smallest hint of contempt. City folk and their tendancy to shut people out just seem to rub this good old country girl the wrong way.
Billy McCann
Wed 06:59PM CST
It ain't but a few minutes later that Billy walks on outta the Dairy Freeze and near about follows his cousin path from door to the tailgate of that old rusted pickup. She left behind her a drip-drip-drip path of melted bloblets of soft serve ice cream that he managed to follow, and 'sides. They came in together. He ain't eatin' ice cream, though. Has a pair of hot dogs instead, the way they serve 'em up here, and has near about finished one. Head shunted to the side, cupping the sopping, overstuffed bun to chow down. Farm boys is hungry boys, and poor boys to boot. "Don't think I like what they call sauce here." He allows to Jodi Lynn as he comes abreast of the truck, circles 'round and leans against one side, feel planted sprawlingly apart, lounging. "They ain't managed to mess up th'ice cream, has they?" Squinting against the assault of the sun, which feels rough and good and hot on his skin, Billy peers at his cousin with that near flat gaze.
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:02PM CST
The docks beyond the chainlink aren't of much concern to her. Her gaze eases over them, peering down at the men there from beyond the criss crossing barrier of woven steel. Watching them reminds her a bit of farm hands. Though their labor over hefty wooden crates and other such cargo is a lot different from a pitch fork and hay bundles. Still, hard work is hard work, and its to be admired where you can find it. It is afterall a dying past time. In a world that is more focused on keeping sweat and dirt out of peoples lives, the simple pleasures of a hard days physical work have gone to the dogs. [Literally?] Licking rivulets of melted cream from her cone, she pulls her gaze away from the riverbank and the docks and looks up and then down the street her pickup is parked on. The tailgate creaking beneath her weight as she swings her boot clad feet to the music, knees pressed together in an almost prim fashion. Bare legs scuffed with age old scars and even a few new nicks and scratches. Turning a smiling gaze on Billy she shakes her head and lets loose the frayed end of her pigtail before licking her lips and replying.
"Tastes fine t'me."
As though to prove the point she gives the cone and long and slow lick that spans its circumfrence, then smacks her lips deliciously.
"Ice creamy as any."
James Wagner
Wed 07:05PM CST
That's about when he came upon the group of Billy and Jodi, taking a swig of his SoBe. It may not be alcohol, but it tastes good. He watched her give that cone a slow, long lick, and winced to himself. He hated how women had a way of affecting men even if they don't truly mean to fuck with the head of every man in sight. Nontheless, the icecream isn't the only thing that's gonna be getting creamy, if James has his way. Er. Right.
Billy McCann
Wed 07:10PM CST
Billy ain't watchin' the docks. He's watching Jodi Lynn watch the docks, eyes half-shut against the blazing late afternoon sun. The beat of her boots against the tailgate of that old truck. His long face is still like near about always, mouth a straight line. Watches right on through as she licks her way all 'round the ice cream cone, and that's the only time when a hint of a smile - or maybe it is a smirk, really - tugs his flat mouth upwards at the corners. What'd they say about kissin' cousins? "You better watch y'self Jodi Lynn. We ain't got no room on the houseboat for a couple-three young'uns." Finishes the rest of his hot dog, a good handful of sauce splatting out onto the hot sidewalk. Stares down at it and shifts his stance against the truck. Looks back up and see James walking up. Tips his head fer greeting, but don't say nothing. That Jodi Lynn's department, ain't it?
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:15PM CST
She casts a smirk of her own back in Billy's direction, a touch of gooey white cream clinging to the corner of her mouth before she licks it away with a smile.
"Ain't hardly room on that houseboat fer us, n'ere mind any younguns."
Funny, how she takes innuendos and makes them literal, almost without knowing it. Innocent that way she is. She watches Billy bite into the last of his dog, and really, it doesn't have the same arousing effect when a man does it. Now, put a dog in the hands of a cute country girl and make her do about the same thing, and men would make it sexual. She seems about to say something else, when Billy lifts his gaze from the sidewalk toward James, and gives the tattooed man a nod of greeting. Her own gaze follows Billy's and her 40 watt smile turns all the way up to 80.
"Hey James, how y'all doin?"
James Wagner
Wed 07:17PM CST
In response to Billy, he gave the man a nod of his own, and to Jodi he gave an equally dazzling smile and wink. Most of his inked features were masked by a t-shirt this time, despite his penchant for wearing tank tops during the summer months. "Afternoon."
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:21PM CST
If she doesn't keep on licking that cone, its simply going to ooze all down the back of her hand and into her lap. The heat of the day melts the cream almost as fast as she can lick it away, and in the time it took her to reply to Billy and greet James, a few drips of it have fallen the long fall to the cement below and splattered there. So her tongue goes to work again, licking away the liquifying frozen treat before she licks her lips again and grins at James.
"I was jes 'bout t'tell Billy all 'bout th'party he done missed last night."
She glances then toward her cousin with a smile, canting her head to one side as she peers at him.
"Ara-bella done stopped by fer a spell, hopin t'see y'all. Said t'tell ya thanks. Fer th'song y'done wrote bout her..."
Uncertain pause as her brow furrows slightly.
"...friend what died."
Billy McCann
Wed 07:27PM CST
"You jest 'member that, Jodi Lynn McCann." Says Billy, hard on the heels a her comment bout the arrangements at the houseboat. Says it hard and says it forceful, an edge cutting beneath his voice that's got some darker stain to it. Still, it must be hard to take him serious when he goes from starin' to starin' and thinks to chastise someone else for their propensities. When James steps on up, Billy falls even more silent. Is that possible? Still, he does it. Shifts his stance against the truck, which yaws a bit and groans like metal shearing as pushes back. Ain't because he's such a badass so much as the truck's near held together by rust. Leans forward a bit, hand raisin' up to scritch an itch near the back a his shoulder, pale fired gaze snake sliding back n forth 'tween James an' Jodi Lynn near about the whole time. Then he shoots a sidelong glance at Jodi Lynn, something changing in the set of his shoulders, something easing strange in his jaw. Nods his head accepting her news without saying anything, as is near about always his way, but he pats his pack pocket, feelin' the piece of paper he put there. Slippin' away, it all it. Farther and farther away.
Rachel Watson
Wed 07:29PM CST
*Tucking one hand into her pocket, she idly swipes at the strands of hair in her face, tucking part of it behind her ear as she crosses the street to reach the Dairy Freeze. It has to be stiffling walking around in all that clothes in this weather.
James Wagner
Wed 07:30PM CST
James shrugged a little bit. He wasn't there for the whole thing, just long enough to bring over a couple of kegs and some over drinks, and then it was off again. Wasn't much he coulda done about it anyway. He flicked a glance at Billy, and then to Jodi. Must have something to do with Arabella's deceased brother, Brand. Terrible thing, that, losing one's family. But it was a fate they accepted and lived with.
Evelyn 'Evie' Bryant
Wed 07:32PM CST
The car rolls up the street slowly, sunlight glinting off the windshield as it rolls to a halt to park not so far away from the truck. Not so far away from the others.
The car door opens, and from the dark blue vehicle steps she steps, shaking back the honey blonde strands from her cheeks. One tanned leg emerging at a time, and if the eyes follow right down, or up depending which way they travel, there are sandals on the feet [ballerina’s weapon of choice] and a denim skirt that hides the upper thigh just before it becomes to revealing. As she stands, and shuts her door, she leans in a little to lock it. And there’s again the slide of denim over those long legs. A dancer’s body she has, even if she’s a little on the thin side.
It’s warm. And she feels overheated, even in the skirt and white tank top, and as she turns, slinging a bag over a shoulder [making the movement one thing. Twist. Turn. Straighten. Flick hair over shoulder that licks down her spine like golden flame] she cannot help but lift a hand to press against her forehead, trying somehow to gently eradicate signs of warmth. The tell tale trickles of sweat.
She begins to move now, the skirt settling snug against her hipbones; a slither of abdomen revealed as the shirt doesn’t quite reach. She moves and somehow keeps her appearance sensual, but not overtly sexual. Not on purpose at any rate. Dancer’s are finely in tune with their bodies, this is their way. Every movement, every action is an extension of their passion, and so they do it with the fluidity a painter does his brush. Each stroke for him is carefully considered. For Evie, all she could ever do was dance, and thus, this shows with every step she takes. It’s in her posture, the way she holds her chin up, the glimmer to her dark eyes.
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:33PM CST
Bright blue eyes roll mildly in Billy's direction as he chastises her.... for what? For his own dirty thoughts? Her slender shoulders roll in a slow shrug that makes her wince painfully, before shrugging it [not literally] off and licking at the melting cone again. Her gaze slides from Billy over toward James again and she smiles, lifting the back of one hand to wipe a dollop of melted cream from the tip of her nose.
"Y'all should hook up n'jam sometime. Billy here cin play th'guitar like he done sold his soul t'the devil."
She grins almost lazily between the two men, and lifts a hand to idly poke at her injured shoulder. Her gaze catching Rachel out of the corner of an eye before she looks away again, feet still kicking idly to the beat of the country music filtering through the open windows of the truck.
Rachel Watson
Wed 07:36PM CST
The sound of country music blaring out the old pickup draws the girls attention, and as she passes on her way into the shop she gives the truck and it's occupants a long glance, not the snotty glare of most city folk, but a familiar look. Accompanied by a nod in greeting.
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:39PM CST
As Evie's car pulls up, and she watches the woman [certainly not a girl] slide smoothly out from inside, her open and innocent gaze shadows just a touch. Ice cream is licked almost vehemently for a moment as uncertainty rifles through her. City women make her feel just plain... plain. Ain't no way she could pull off that kind of sex appeal in a few simple gestures. Ain't no way. All the same, she lifts a hand and waves toward Evie with a smile. Her cone almost depleted enough to let the melting cream simply form in the cup of the cone itself rather than have it drip and flow down the back of her hand and arm. The distraction of Evie's arrival had drawn her cornflower blue gaze away from Rachel, though not before she cast a friendly nod of her own in the overdressed girls direction with a smile.
"Hey Evie."
Her boisterous tones seem a bit more sedate in the womans presence. Not quite as confident and free, but a bit more reserved.
James Wagner
Wed 07:48PM CST
The Sandman didn't notice Evie's arrival. He wasn't much paying attention. In fact, he was busy seating himself on the curb and finishing his bottle of SoBe.
Billy McCann
Wed 07:49PM CST
Hands folded into the front pocket of his jeans. Billy leans forward, shifting his stance to follow the line of Jodi Lynn's glance. Looks back at his cousin, looks back at Evie. Glances at James and don't smile none, like someone should if they's makin' a joke. Maybe he's danged serious, then. "Me an' Robert Johnson. Off to the crossroads. 'Cept I done it fer pickin' banjo." Steps round the end of the truck and sets his hand down heavy beside his cousin, stands close and waits until he has her attention. Leans forward and sets his mouth near to her ear, says something, then steps back. Nods his farewells without hardly a backward glance. Without explanation or a word.
Whispered: "Don't let no damn citygirl turn you off like that. You's prettier than the lot of 'em, and a right sight better-minded, too."
Evelyn 'Evie' Bryant
Wed 07:51PM CST
[…remember how the water called to you Evie?…]
She feels her skin prickle in response to the thoughts as she nears both the docks and the trio hanging about the truck. She’s about half way across the street by now when Jodi Lynn’s voice snaps the quivering hold her memories had begun to place upon her. She turns, spots them all and it’s with a few short steps that she’s arriving in a cloud of vanilla. Lifting a hand to adjust the strap of her bag and to wave a little.
“Hi there Jodi Lynn, James and…Billy, I believe it was?”
She says in a soft rush, as though breathless from running, and not simply winded from the ghosts of what she might have done, what she might have been, had not circumstances altered so quickly that night here at the docks.
[…sweet absolution beneath the waves…]
She smiles a little, eyes dropping to flicker over James, lingering on the bottle and then she’s lifting her eyes, they seem to darken a little, perhaps self doubt kicking in as Billy proceeds to leave.
[…she’s tainted.]
Wed 06:47PM CST
Outside one of the few buildings in the area that has remained commercial, on the tailgate of a rusted out old Ford pickup, she sits with her cowboy boots scuffing over the pavement. The bulk of one braided pigtail twisted around an index finger while her other hand holds the soft serve ice cream cone she just purchased to her mouth. Pink tongue hungrily licking away drips of milky melted vanilla. From the open windows of the pickup Alabama belts out an upbeat tune. The bed of the truck is a mess of this and that, and the other. A tackle box, and an old balled up tee shirt, a pair of fishing rods, and a small toolbox filled with miss matched sets of screwdrivers and ratchet tools. Dead leaves and twigs and bits of straw from the old trucks life on the farm still cling to the corners of the box along with bits of caked on mud and oil stains. Cornflower blue eyes trail over the street, peering toward the chain link fences surrounding the industrial complexes across the street with the smallest hint of contempt. City folk and their tendancy to shut people out just seem to rub this good old country girl the wrong way.
Billy McCann
Wed 06:59PM CST
It ain't but a few minutes later that Billy walks on outta the Dairy Freeze and near about follows his cousin path from door to the tailgate of that old rusted pickup. She left behind her a drip-drip-drip path of melted bloblets of soft serve ice cream that he managed to follow, and 'sides. They came in together. He ain't eatin' ice cream, though. Has a pair of hot dogs instead, the way they serve 'em up here, and has near about finished one. Head shunted to the side, cupping the sopping, overstuffed bun to chow down. Farm boys is hungry boys, and poor boys to boot. "Don't think I like what they call sauce here." He allows to Jodi Lynn as he comes abreast of the truck, circles 'round and leans against one side, feel planted sprawlingly apart, lounging. "They ain't managed to mess up th'ice cream, has they?" Squinting against the assault of the sun, which feels rough and good and hot on his skin, Billy peers at his cousin with that near flat gaze.
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:02PM CST
The docks beyond the chainlink aren't of much concern to her. Her gaze eases over them, peering down at the men there from beyond the criss crossing barrier of woven steel. Watching them reminds her a bit of farm hands. Though their labor over hefty wooden crates and other such cargo is a lot different from a pitch fork and hay bundles. Still, hard work is hard work, and its to be admired where you can find it. It is afterall a dying past time. In a world that is more focused on keeping sweat and dirt out of peoples lives, the simple pleasures of a hard days physical work have gone to the dogs. [Literally?] Licking rivulets of melted cream from her cone, she pulls her gaze away from the riverbank and the docks and looks up and then down the street her pickup is parked on. The tailgate creaking beneath her weight as she swings her boot clad feet to the music, knees pressed together in an almost prim fashion. Bare legs scuffed with age old scars and even a few new nicks and scratches. Turning a smiling gaze on Billy she shakes her head and lets loose the frayed end of her pigtail before licking her lips and replying.
"Tastes fine t'me."
As though to prove the point she gives the cone and long and slow lick that spans its circumfrence, then smacks her lips deliciously.
"Ice creamy as any."
James Wagner
Wed 07:05PM CST
That's about when he came upon the group of Billy and Jodi, taking a swig of his SoBe. It may not be alcohol, but it tastes good. He watched her give that cone a slow, long lick, and winced to himself. He hated how women had a way of affecting men even if they don't truly mean to fuck with the head of every man in sight. Nontheless, the icecream isn't the only thing that's gonna be getting creamy, if James has his way. Er. Right.
Billy McCann
Wed 07:10PM CST
Billy ain't watchin' the docks. He's watching Jodi Lynn watch the docks, eyes half-shut against the blazing late afternoon sun. The beat of her boots against the tailgate of that old truck. His long face is still like near about always, mouth a straight line. Watches right on through as she licks her way all 'round the ice cream cone, and that's the only time when a hint of a smile - or maybe it is a smirk, really - tugs his flat mouth upwards at the corners. What'd they say about kissin' cousins? "You better watch y'self Jodi Lynn. We ain't got no room on the houseboat for a couple-three young'uns." Finishes the rest of his hot dog, a good handful of sauce splatting out onto the hot sidewalk. Stares down at it and shifts his stance against the truck. Looks back up and see James walking up. Tips his head fer greeting, but don't say nothing. That Jodi Lynn's department, ain't it?
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:15PM CST
She casts a smirk of her own back in Billy's direction, a touch of gooey white cream clinging to the corner of her mouth before she licks it away with a smile.
"Ain't hardly room on that houseboat fer us, n'ere mind any younguns."
Funny, how she takes innuendos and makes them literal, almost without knowing it. Innocent that way she is. She watches Billy bite into the last of his dog, and really, it doesn't have the same arousing effect when a man does it. Now, put a dog in the hands of a cute country girl and make her do about the same thing, and men would make it sexual. She seems about to say something else, when Billy lifts his gaze from the sidewalk toward James, and gives the tattooed man a nod of greeting. Her own gaze follows Billy's and her 40 watt smile turns all the way up to 80.
"Hey James, how y'all doin?"
James Wagner
Wed 07:17PM CST
In response to Billy, he gave the man a nod of his own, and to Jodi he gave an equally dazzling smile and wink. Most of his inked features were masked by a t-shirt this time, despite his penchant for wearing tank tops during the summer months. "Afternoon."
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:21PM CST
If she doesn't keep on licking that cone, its simply going to ooze all down the back of her hand and into her lap. The heat of the day melts the cream almost as fast as she can lick it away, and in the time it took her to reply to Billy and greet James, a few drips of it have fallen the long fall to the cement below and splattered there. So her tongue goes to work again, licking away the liquifying frozen treat before she licks her lips again and grins at James.
"I was jes 'bout t'tell Billy all 'bout th'party he done missed last night."
She glances then toward her cousin with a smile, canting her head to one side as she peers at him.
"Ara-bella done stopped by fer a spell, hopin t'see y'all. Said t'tell ya thanks. Fer th'song y'done wrote bout her..."
Uncertain pause as her brow furrows slightly.
"...friend what died."
Billy McCann
Wed 07:27PM CST
"You jest 'member that, Jodi Lynn McCann." Says Billy, hard on the heels a her comment bout the arrangements at the houseboat. Says it hard and says it forceful, an edge cutting beneath his voice that's got some darker stain to it. Still, it must be hard to take him serious when he goes from starin' to starin' and thinks to chastise someone else for their propensities. When James steps on up, Billy falls even more silent. Is that possible? Still, he does it. Shifts his stance against the truck, which yaws a bit and groans like metal shearing as pushes back. Ain't because he's such a badass so much as the truck's near held together by rust. Leans forward a bit, hand raisin' up to scritch an itch near the back a his shoulder, pale fired gaze snake sliding back n forth 'tween James an' Jodi Lynn near about the whole time. Then he shoots a sidelong glance at Jodi Lynn, something changing in the set of his shoulders, something easing strange in his jaw. Nods his head accepting her news without saying anything, as is near about always his way, but he pats his pack pocket, feelin' the piece of paper he put there. Slippin' away, it all it. Farther and farther away.
Rachel Watson
Wed 07:29PM CST
*Tucking one hand into her pocket, she idly swipes at the strands of hair in her face, tucking part of it behind her ear as she crosses the street to reach the Dairy Freeze. It has to be stiffling walking around in all that clothes in this weather.
James Wagner
Wed 07:30PM CST
James shrugged a little bit. He wasn't there for the whole thing, just long enough to bring over a couple of kegs and some over drinks, and then it was off again. Wasn't much he coulda done about it anyway. He flicked a glance at Billy, and then to Jodi. Must have something to do with Arabella's deceased brother, Brand. Terrible thing, that, losing one's family. But it was a fate they accepted and lived with.
Evelyn 'Evie' Bryant
Wed 07:32PM CST
The car rolls up the street slowly, sunlight glinting off the windshield as it rolls to a halt to park not so far away from the truck. Not so far away from the others.
The car door opens, and from the dark blue vehicle steps she steps, shaking back the honey blonde strands from her cheeks. One tanned leg emerging at a time, and if the eyes follow right down, or up depending which way they travel, there are sandals on the feet [ballerina’s weapon of choice] and a denim skirt that hides the upper thigh just before it becomes to revealing. As she stands, and shuts her door, she leans in a little to lock it. And there’s again the slide of denim over those long legs. A dancer’s body she has, even if she’s a little on the thin side.
It’s warm. And she feels overheated, even in the skirt and white tank top, and as she turns, slinging a bag over a shoulder [making the movement one thing. Twist. Turn. Straighten. Flick hair over shoulder that licks down her spine like golden flame] she cannot help but lift a hand to press against her forehead, trying somehow to gently eradicate signs of warmth. The tell tale trickles of sweat.
She begins to move now, the skirt settling snug against her hipbones; a slither of abdomen revealed as the shirt doesn’t quite reach. She moves and somehow keeps her appearance sensual, but not overtly sexual. Not on purpose at any rate. Dancer’s are finely in tune with their bodies, this is their way. Every movement, every action is an extension of their passion, and so they do it with the fluidity a painter does his brush. Each stroke for him is carefully considered. For Evie, all she could ever do was dance, and thus, this shows with every step she takes. It’s in her posture, the way she holds her chin up, the glimmer to her dark eyes.
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:33PM CST
Bright blue eyes roll mildly in Billy's direction as he chastises her.... for what? For his own dirty thoughts? Her slender shoulders roll in a slow shrug that makes her wince painfully, before shrugging it [not literally] off and licking at the melting cone again. Her gaze slides from Billy over toward James again and she smiles, lifting the back of one hand to wipe a dollop of melted cream from the tip of her nose.
"Y'all should hook up n'jam sometime. Billy here cin play th'guitar like he done sold his soul t'the devil."
She grins almost lazily between the two men, and lifts a hand to idly poke at her injured shoulder. Her gaze catching Rachel out of the corner of an eye before she looks away again, feet still kicking idly to the beat of the country music filtering through the open windows of the truck.
Rachel Watson
Wed 07:36PM CST
The sound of country music blaring out the old pickup draws the girls attention, and as she passes on her way into the shop she gives the truck and it's occupants a long glance, not the snotty glare of most city folk, but a familiar look. Accompanied by a nod in greeting.
Jodi Lynn McCann
Wed 07:39PM CST
As Evie's car pulls up, and she watches the woman [certainly not a girl] slide smoothly out from inside, her open and innocent gaze shadows just a touch. Ice cream is licked almost vehemently for a moment as uncertainty rifles through her. City women make her feel just plain... plain. Ain't no way she could pull off that kind of sex appeal in a few simple gestures. Ain't no way. All the same, she lifts a hand and waves toward Evie with a smile. Her cone almost depleted enough to let the melting cream simply form in the cup of the cone itself rather than have it drip and flow down the back of her hand and arm. The distraction of Evie's arrival had drawn her cornflower blue gaze away from Rachel, though not before she cast a friendly nod of her own in the overdressed girls direction with a smile.
"Hey Evie."
Her boisterous tones seem a bit more sedate in the womans presence. Not quite as confident and free, but a bit more reserved.
James Wagner
Wed 07:48PM CST
The Sandman didn't notice Evie's arrival. He wasn't much paying attention. In fact, he was busy seating himself on the curb and finishing his bottle of SoBe.
Billy McCann
Wed 07:49PM CST
Hands folded into the front pocket of his jeans. Billy leans forward, shifting his stance to follow the line of Jodi Lynn's glance. Looks back at his cousin, looks back at Evie. Glances at James and don't smile none, like someone should if they's makin' a joke. Maybe he's danged serious, then. "Me an' Robert Johnson. Off to the crossroads. 'Cept I done it fer pickin' banjo." Steps round the end of the truck and sets his hand down heavy beside his cousin, stands close and waits until he has her attention. Leans forward and sets his mouth near to her ear, says something, then steps back. Nods his farewells without hardly a backward glance. Without explanation or a word.
Whispered: "Don't let no damn citygirl turn you off like that. You's prettier than the lot of 'em, and a right sight better-minded, too."
Evelyn 'Evie' Bryant
Wed 07:51PM CST
[…remember how the water called to you Evie?…]
She feels her skin prickle in response to the thoughts as she nears both the docks and the trio hanging about the truck. She’s about half way across the street by now when Jodi Lynn’s voice snaps the quivering hold her memories had begun to place upon her. She turns, spots them all and it’s with a few short steps that she’s arriving in a cloud of vanilla. Lifting a hand to adjust the strap of her bag and to wave a little.
“Hi there Jodi Lynn, James and…Billy, I believe it was?”
She says in a soft rush, as though breathless from running, and not simply winded from the ghosts of what she might have done, what she might have been, had not circumstances altered so quickly that night here at the docks.
[…sweet absolution beneath the waves…]
She smiles a little, eyes dropping to flicker over James, lingering on the bottle and then she’s lifting her eyes, they seem to darken a little, perhaps self doubt kicking in as Billy proceeds to leave.
[…she’s tainted.]
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