"I want you to lower me into my grave,
so that you can let me down one last time."
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In which pogue gone kook goes rouge.
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Kildare island; the place in which you either have two jobs, or two houses.
Residing on the south side of K...
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CHAPTER TWO LUCKY COMPASS "it takes two to toxic" ˚✧₊⁎*⁎⁺˳✧༚
"FARRAH, dear, could you do your dad and I a favor?"
After the events of the boneyard had gone down, Lance and Farrah had pretty much fled the scene. The entirety of the day after, Lance spent trying to nurture the will to live back into Farrah. She had gotten way too drunk, which was what prompted her to approach John B the way she had in the first place. Not that Lance knew any of that, of course. He was, however, assigned to holding her hair back when she spent the entire morning hauling the contents of her stomach into his toilet.
For the most parts, Lance's father was MIA. His mother died when he was at the scarce age of five, and ever since then it had just been his father and him. Being a single dad was hard, especially at the Cut. He spent ninety percent of his time working, and the other ten percent looking for a suitable partner. His father was desperate for love and validation. Any woman, no matter how much of a bitch they were, was woman enough for him. Lance hated how he would bring a new girlfriend in every other week, but it wasn't like his dad would listen to him anyway. Besides, with friend like Farrah who needed a parental figure?
The two had met up with Millie to fill her in on the events that had gone down at the kegger. From there on out the trio wasted their day at Millie's house. They had initially decided on having a sleepover, but Farrah was far too exhausted to spend another second with anyone but herself. So, she returned home only to fall asleep at six pm. She then proceeded to sleep all the way till twelve am the next day. Bryan burst into his daughter room begging her to do them a favor, suprised to find her sleeping.
"I'm sorry— I didn't know you were still sleeping. Are you feeling alright?" His hand found his daughter's forehead checking for a temperature.
The girl swatted his hand away. "What favor?" A yawn ripped from her plump lips as she ran a hand through her very much tangled hair.
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