[ There was an impish glint in her eyes. ] It drew me in like a Siren's call. [ It hadn't really, Vira-Lorr had introduced her to it and she'd checked it out. It ran like the places that she knew and the world she understood so it quickly became her choice location in the otherwise boring little town. If he didn't have a job there, she would make sure that he was returned to his position as soon as he wanted to be.
When all Ashe felt like she had to lean on was a strong financial support, she would cling to that with her life, and be hard pressed to change for the time being. If it benefited some people and helped them, well, she wasn't necessarily against that. After all, it wasn't her goal to hurt innocent people. She liked hurting the people who deserved it, but she was blinded to the destruction she left in her wake as she stormed towards her personal goals. ] Yeah. I'm gonna want that information from you. That and names of key people who might be a problem. [ If he would give it to her.
She watched him drink from the bottle before taking it back. ] I can keep myself from crashin' and burnin', you just might make it slightly easier. [ She pouted as she took another drink, the whiskey was starting to get to her and her words were more drawled out and heavier in accent. ] And you'll see this is another one of my brilliant ideas! Why I bet you'll even enjoy yourself... [ She reached over to poke her finger into his chest.] ...cause I remember you, and I know what you like, and I think even the you...you are now, will...like this....cause some things, they don't change...and I see it in your eyes. [ She nodded, before shaking her head as if trying to clear it. ] And...I am drunk.
[ Jesse blinks down at her before chuckling, the sound low and warm. Now, before the start of the real dirty work, the way she’s acting is damn near nostalgic. But there’s a sense of wistfulness to it all, a lingering sadness. The man he is now isn’t the boy he was then. She says some things don’t change, but… they do. They did. If she wants this to be like the good old days, she’s going to be disappointed. ]
Yeah, you’re too deep into that bottle to be talkin’ any kind of business. You should be in bed, and I should be on my way.
[ He reaches out to take the bottle from her and set it aside. He’s only slightly better off, having stopped drinking for most of the middle of their card game in an attempt to give himself an edge. But he still has to try a couple of times to get the bottle set down without it tipping over. ]
[ Bed. Yeah, she supposed that was where she belonged; where they both belonged, respectively. She didn't like the idea though. The alcohol that was coursing through her system and his company had made the night easier. It was the first time in the last two months that she hasn't felt the fear take hold in the middle of the night. Tomorrow would bring sobriety and the reminder that things had changed, which she knew well enough despite her inebriated words. She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. ] Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know.
[ Standing up slowly, she managed to keep herself relatively still without faltering, despite her foggy mind. Looking down at him, she shook her head. ] You ain't fit to walk back home tonight and you'd be a damn fool to try. [ There was nothing he'd gain access too by letting him stay there unsupervised, and B.O.B. could keep an eye, and besides she doubted he'd go digging. ] Look, just stay the night. You can sleep on the sofa, or any of my numerous empty guest bedrooms.
You’d trust me not to burn the place down in the night?
[ It’s a joke, evidenced by his grin, but there’s a real question behind it. A real uncertainty. It’s one thing letting him in, and quite another letting him stay. Again, eased on by the alcohol in his system, he can hear Chloe claiming that Ashe cares. Has cared. He ducks his head, not trusting his expression as he looks down at the couch. ]
… This one’s in better shape than the one I got at home. I could make myself at home right here, I guess.
[ The question catches her off guard and her brain wasn't clear enough to fully process whether or not it's her best idea. Typically her judgment was pretty good, after all she'd been able to hold the reigns fo the criminal Southwest for years now and that took skill and good judgment. However, when it came to Jesse, reason and logic did seem to fail her. He had that affect on her for one reason or another.
She rolled her eyes and met his teasing with her own. ] Well, I did, but maybe it's good I got the explosives hidden. Besides, of the two of us, you are the less likely to burn down a house during a sleepover. Just make sure you don't light one of those cigarellos and leave it burnin'.
[ She went over to a closet and grabbed a blanket and pillow, returning to set it on the table. ]Bathroom is on the left right down the hall. B.O.B.'s here if you need anythin'. [ She paused. ] And you can try and wake me if it comes to that, but I go real deep on whiskey if you remember.
[ Jesse huffs a laugh out at the memory. He can remember trying to wake her many a time after a night of heavy drinking, to no avail. There had been one time he’d taken her lipstick and drawn on her face with it. She’d woken up to her sheets stained red with makeup, a killer hangover, and enough righteous fury to still make Jesse fear for his life. ]
I’ll do what I can not to light any fires or destroy any property, but no promises.
[ He kicks off his boots, the one with the crowbar in it tipping over. He doesn’t bother to right it as he grabs the pillow. ]
[ There was certainly a reason that the criminal network in the Southwest stood by her rules, many feared for their lives because of her fury. Back then, her fury at Jesse had been mostly bark with no bite, even if she had pulled a gun on him a time or two back then as well.
She stood there for a moment, watching him settle. She crossed her arms over her chest. The alcohol was still coursing through her veins and she was getting tired.] You pay for the damage. [ And then he was thanking her, and that felt awkward. ]
Yeah...uh...your welcome. [ She was somewhat at a loss then, probably too tired to even think about it. What else could she say? Feel better? Sleep well? Too familiar. She turned around towards her bedroom, and gave a small wave of her hand in passing. ] Night then. [ And with that, she stumbled into her room, some muffled swearing could be heard as she knocked something over, before she went quiet and climbed into bed herself, needing to sleep off whatever was running through her mind. ]
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When all Ashe felt like she had to lean on was a strong financial support, she would cling to that with her life, and be hard pressed to change for the time being. If it benefited some people and helped them, well, she wasn't necessarily against that. After all, it wasn't her goal to hurt innocent people. She liked hurting the people who deserved it, but she was blinded to the destruction she left in her wake as she stormed towards her personal goals. ] Yeah. I'm gonna want that information from you. That and names of key people who might be a problem. [ If he would give it to her.
She watched him drink from the bottle before taking it back. ] I can keep myself from crashin' and burnin', you just might make it slightly easier. [ She pouted as she took another drink, the whiskey was starting to get to her and her words were more drawled out and heavier in accent. ] And you'll see this is another one of my brilliant ideas! Why I bet you'll even enjoy yourself... [ She reached over to poke her finger into his chest.] ...cause I remember you, and I know what you like, and I think even the you...you are now, will...like this....cause some things, they don't change...and I see it in your eyes. [ She nodded, before shaking her head as if trying to clear it. ] And...I am drunk.
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Yeah, you’re too deep into that bottle to be talkin’ any kind of business. You should be in bed, and I should be on my way.
[ He reaches out to take the bottle from her and set it aside. He’s only slightly better off, having stopped drinking for most of the middle of their card game in an attempt to give himself an edge. But he still has to try a couple of times to get the bottle set down without it tipping over. ]
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[ Standing up slowly, she managed to keep herself relatively still without faltering, despite her foggy mind. Looking down at him, she shook her head. ] You ain't fit to walk back home tonight and you'd be a damn fool to try. [ There was nothing he'd gain access too by letting him stay there unsupervised, and B.O.B. could keep an eye, and besides she doubted he'd go digging. ] Look, just stay the night. You can sleep on the sofa, or any of my numerous empty guest bedrooms.
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[ It’s a joke, evidenced by his grin, but there’s a real question behind it. A real uncertainty. It’s one thing letting him in, and quite another letting him stay. Again, eased on by the alcohol in his system, he can hear Chloe claiming that Ashe cares. Has cared. He ducks his head, not trusting his expression as he looks down at the couch. ]
… This one’s in better shape than the one I got at home. I could make myself at home right here, I guess.
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She rolled her eyes and met his teasing with her own. ] Well, I did, but maybe it's good I got the explosives hidden. Besides, of the two of us, you are the less likely to burn down a house during a sleepover. Just make sure you don't light one of those cigarellos and leave it burnin'.
[ She went over to a closet and grabbed a blanket and pillow, returning to set it on the table. ]Bathroom is on the left right down the hall. B.O.B.'s here if you need anythin'. [ She paused. ] And you can try and wake me if it comes to that, but I go real deep on whiskey if you remember.
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I’ll do what I can not to light any fires or destroy any property, but no promises.
[ He kicks off his boots, the one with the crowbar in it tipping over. He doesn’t bother to right it as he grabs the pillow. ]
… Thanks.
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She stood there for a moment, watching him settle. She crossed her arms over her chest. The alcohol was still coursing through her veins and she was getting tired.] You pay for the damage. [ And then he was thanking her, and that felt awkward. ]
Yeah...uh...your welcome. [ She was somewhat at a loss then, probably too tired to even think about it. What else could she say? Feel better? Sleep well? Too familiar. She turned around towards her bedroom, and gave a small wave of her hand in passing. ] Night then. [ And with that, she stumbled into her room, some muffled swearing could be heard as she knocked something over, before she went quiet and climbed into bed herself, needing to sleep off whatever was running through her mind. ]