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[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*Sanchez comes through her bathroom door once again. She's not sure if she wants to be at Milliways. She feels horrible and guilty. She quickly heads to the bar.*

"Umm...an adam bomb and something for a headache."

*The bar quickly brings up the drink and two small pills*

"Thanks."

*She quickly heads to a booth in the way corner. Kind of hiding away.*

Come talk to her. As long as you're not Lobo, she won't mind.

Comments

[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

You're looking down today and toxic combinations just confirm it.

*He smiles lightly*

What's wrong?

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Gamble, I'm not in the mood for it.

[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

Yeah, what's wrong?

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

What do you care? Go away!

[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

You really want me to go?

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Well, I said it. Didn't I?

[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

Fine...but at least tell me what's wrong with you?

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

You. Can't you just mind your own business?

[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

Fine, if you don't want help...

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

You can't help me...or them. I shot off my mouth and now a sick bastard has killed thousands of innocent people.

[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

What?

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

This guy came along. He was rude and foul. He kept on insulting me so I got really defensive...and then he went crazy.

[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

Oh..well I understand. I'll give you your space. See you.

*He takes off once again avoiding a bad situation*