"Close. Readin' em. Before I got my memories back, I wrote down all the shit that happened in breaches after. Kept it from gettin' all mixed up in my head."
He closes it when they join him. "Whatcha make?" he asks, pointing to their drink.
"It's called a grasshopper, apparently," Trouble says. It involves creme de
menthe and creme de cacao, and comes out looking a very familiar pale shade
of green.
"Does it help?" they wonder, taking a seat next to Jake and nodding at the
book.
"Well, if you're going to make a habit of misplacing your memories it'll
be useful to have a backup. Cheers," they add, and raise their glass before
taking a sip.
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[Clearly someone is learning how to be petty.]
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Oh, that was last month. Stop living in the past.
Besides, I hadn't known at the time that your domestic upset was clouding your judgement.
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Really, darling? Ask a grown-up.
Anyway, were you able to get in touch with any of your fellow cowpeople the other day?
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[Sigh.]
Nope. Didn't try for it. Said my peace with ones at home. You find people to talk to? Seems like somethin' made for you.
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As tempting as it was to access a new audience, no. I chose to give it a miss.
[it's almost like they raised the subject because they have mixed feelings about it?? surely not you're imagining it]
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What about them?
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Not that I thought would be particularly willing to talk to me, no.
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Why do you think, warden?
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I know why you don't want to talk to anyone at home - why not anyone from here?
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Anyone from here who'd I be interested in speaking to is still here.
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It's a weird trick anyway. You could talk to anyone. Lots of people I don't want to talk to. More than ones I do.
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[DT are you gonna just say what's on your mind?? ever?? no??]
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You want to get a drink? Go for a walk?
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A drink would be lovely, warden. Lounge?
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--
And he does, sitting at one of the tables with a glass of whiskey that he's nursing.
Hat off and on the table, he's got a notebook open that he's reading out of.
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Trouble sashays in a few moments later and goes to make themself a cocktail.
"Writing your memoirs, darling?"
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He closes it when they join him. "Whatcha make?" he asks, pointing to their drink.
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"It's called a grasshopper, apparently," Trouble says. It involves creme de menthe and creme de cacao, and comes out looking a very familiar pale shade of green.
"Does it help?" they wonder, taking a seat next to Jake and nodding at the book.
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"Oh. Yeah. It did. A lot, actually. Think I'll keep doin' it, even though I remember everything now."
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"Well, if you're going to make a habit of misplacing your memories it'll be useful to have a backup. Cheers," they add, and raise their glass before taking a sip.
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He pauses. "How you been?"
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