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@odiswaffle 
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@odiswaffle //shes my stupid little babey.
            
            "Mm." She grew a little more retracted, at that, softer. "I prefer the sheep. It'd be a whole lot nicer, y' know, if the British stopped killin' us an' everyone stopped blowing things up." When Cala turned Florence struggled one arm out of her coat, each movement introducing a new sharp pain as she squirmed. She hoped she hid her little breathless whimpers well enough, her hand shook as she searched her arm. She had nothing to tie a vein off with, but she considered it now ancillary and merely clenched her fist around the arm of the chair before inserting the needle: a drop of blood and a rush of warmth, within seconds she exhaled in slight relief. Quickly she chucked the empty syringe into her pocket. She wanted more, distracted herself from her addictive desperation by listening to Cala talk. She had a smooth voice, one easy and charming. All of her was charming, really. Flo leaned her aching head against the back of the chair and thought. "Oh, I meant..." she began, "...if you might take me t' mine. 'S already late an' I've, ah, intruded enough..." Why she was being polite /now/ she didn't know. She did want to see those dogs, they sounded cute. Which reminded her of Daithí, and she tried to figure out what to do about the dog. The prospect of getting something, though, got her attention. "Oh, sure, yeah. He's mad," she ventured, "t' leave you. You're lovely." Huh. Despite all her glamour Flo wondered if Cala got all she seemed to. Still she remained calm, not at all how other girl's spoke of cheating ex-lovers. "No, you're quite interesting, actually," she maintained, testing a crumblimg cracker. To answer her question, "I haven't any," she said simply, "I do have a dog, t'ough, who's currently locked outside of my flat, as it happens."

@odiswaffle 
            
            //I love her so much
            
            “Ah you are Irish? I was curious about where you happen to be from. I always heard of Ireland I know they have a lot of cows there. Is it nice there?” Cala asked as she sat down beside Florence. She was rather sweet despite the stealing. She could look past it, she could call the other a form of a friend. Listening to her and seeing her in pain, “I’m not scared of needles. Nor do I judge what people do would you like me to look awhile while you do whatever you do with that needle?” She questioned again, getting up from her seat. Heading over to her vanity table, “And I don’t mind. I can take you home. I hope you aren’t allergic to dogs. Or scared of them, I have two of em. They use to be my sisters but she moved and she couldn’t have them anymore. So I took over watching em ya know how the city life is.” She did eventually find food for the other girl. Handing the crackers  over to the other, “I know it’s not much but it will tide you over for now. I don’t want you taking something on an empty stomach or anything like that. “ she thought for a moment thinking about something. Putting her hand on her hips to think of something. “I have some old clothes you can wear if you want to stay the night, should if you just fine, although if you are going to take something? Mind taking an old purse my ex gave me, cheated on me with another woman! Can you believe em? They treat you like a queen then dump you for the next fill they can get!” She remarked from her sultry voice, one that didn’t make it seem like she was mad. More disappointed than anything. She was a pretty girl who was the talk of the town. Yet she was always the bridesmaid and never the bride in most cases. So she decided she wasn’t going to do anything with people, she wasn’t going to allow herself hurt by someone who would cheat.
            “Oh dear I’m sorry I was telling you something you probably don’t care about but your family? Where are they?”
            

@odiswaffle 
            God, she was beautiful. Despite her incapacitation Florence remembered very quickly the feel of her lips and her hair between her own fingers. But the blood was already pounding in her head. She had at first been intimidated by that makeup and that soulful voice, but she began to warm up more properly to her. "I'm not in the habit a' askin' people for money, as it is. Nor do I often ask f'r protection. But y're very kind." She tried to smile, her gentle lips quirking to one side. Upon her opposite cheek was a fine, faded scar. A little proudly, she said, "I fought off two men, once, back in Ireland. British police, no less." She really did smile now, wide, with teeth. "But t'night there were maybe four. Anot'er girl with 'em, too. I don' think I'm in any danger, now, t'ough I would...like t' avoid being seen, if y' don't know who's around. Shady, like y' said." When she tried to straighten, to look Cala in the eye, her a pain pulled through her her ribs, and her jaw grew tight. She needed the morphine and she needed to use it now. "T'ank you, no--just--y're not scared a' needles, are y'?" she asked, opening the bag in her hand. "Very sorry our friendship needed t' start such a way, but I think I will have t' ask y' if y' could accompany me home? Y' can say no," she added, retrieving a needle and fitting it neatly into a amall syringe, with some difficulty.
            //sorry these r so long florence talks too much

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