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[oom] Room Number 4
Mar. 18th, 2010 05:19 pm[ cont'd from here ]
She lets herself back into the bar, one last long look over her shoulder. The ache in her chest is a cold lead weight. Lack of sleep and the adrenaline crash make every joint in her body complain.
For a moment, she considers going back to Miami. But Michael is still fixated on Carla and has no time to deal with her little bit of self-inflicted hell.
She can't go back to the Victoria Cays yet. She can't face him, not after having made such a scene. (Pathetic display of emotion, Fiona. What kind of operative are you?) She just wants a shower and a little bit of sleep. She said far too much to his younger self, and she's certain she's going to catch hell for it.
It doesn't matter. They had a good time, and ultimately, nothing has changed. He knows about Random. He knows he has his whole life ahead of him.
She's just a blip on the radar.
By the time she gets to her room, she feels like hammered shit. She loops the chain around her knuckles a few time, remembering how close he held her at the end. She's made it this far on her knees. What's a little farther?
She lets herself back into the bar, one last long look over her shoulder. The ache in her chest is a cold lead weight. Lack of sleep and the adrenaline crash make every joint in her body complain.
For a moment, she considers going back to Miami. But Michael is still fixated on Carla and has no time to deal with her little bit of self-inflicted hell.
She can't go back to the Victoria Cays yet. She can't face him, not after having made such a scene. (Pathetic display of emotion, Fiona. What kind of operative are you?) She just wants a shower and a little bit of sleep. She said far too much to his younger self, and she's certain she's going to catch hell for it.
It doesn't matter. They had a good time, and ultimately, nothing has changed. He knows about Random. He knows he has his whole life ahead of him.
She's just a blip on the radar.
By the time she gets to her room, she feels like hammered shit. She loops the chain around her knuckles a few time, remembering how close he held her at the end. She's made it this far on her knees. What's a little farther?
