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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 8:40:26 GMT -5
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Delilah sat at the bar, her finger playing with the condensation on her glass, watching it drip down onto the granite top. It wasn't her usual place, there was no beat, no sweating bodies grinding against each other... She couldn't do it, she didn't have it in here, but she couldn't bare to hear her own thoughts anymore.... She wasn't sure why she did it, whether she was lonely or desperate or just knew she was severely lacking in friends. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she scrolled down to Rollo's number, tapping her fingers furiously against the buttons and sending the briefest message. 'I need you. I'm at Madison's bar.'
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 8:44:12 GMT -5
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It had been pretty much a boring night for Rollo, so he had just been in his work out room working out since there was still no lead on his sister it was looking like a lost cause when his phone began to buzz on the counter top. He scrolled the message to see that it was Delilah, and in no time at all got himself cleaned up and took off on his bike to the bar.. It didn’t seem like her usual place so he arched a brow at it before strolling in spotting her, and the bar and tried to sneak his way over to her… “Now tell me why a gorgeous creature such as yourself is sat here all by your lonesome.”
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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 8:45:10 GMT -5
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With an upwards glance, Delilah couldn't help but smile, her arms quickly flying around his neck and holding onto him tight. He smelt so familiar, felt so safe, there was something that kept her holding on. "Thank you for coming. Thank you."
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 8:45:29 GMT -5
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She had glanced upwards and seen that smile light up on her face, and that made him grin himself. She clung to him as if her life seemed to depend on it and he did not have a problem with that at all and he held her close to him… In addition, smelled her hair with the closeness she smelled scrumptious as always…. “You’re welcome. I was a little surprised it was you and you wanted to meet here… This isn’t your usual place is everything okay?” he asked her, eying her suspiciously.
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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 8:46:24 GMT -5
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She kept her head buried against him, shaking it as her hands moved over the tight curves of his back. It'd been months since she'd seen him... She thought she was over it, that she didn't need him anymore. She fought the tears back and looked up towards him. "I don't know what to do... I messed everything up again...."
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 8:47:10 GMT -5
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It had been a while since he seen her and it really was a pleasant surprise she had called, he’d hold onto her as long as she wanted him to. He watched her carefully and she told him she didn’t know what to do and she messed everything up again… he raised a brow and stroked her hair. “How so?” he was sure it was not true. He was sure she was being a great mum to her son, “what happened?”
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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 8:47:27 GMT -5
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She was trying so so hard not to cry. It was almost like Stuart and Noah had broken down the walls she'd worked so hard to build up for so many years. She was surprised she could even breath right now let alone control herself to not burst into floods of tears. "I got into a huge fight with my sister and I.... I left....." She couldn't even believe the words coming out of her mouth, but they just kept coming. "I left Noah and Stuart and I ran."
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 8:48:10 GMT -5
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It wasn’t hard to tell she was trying not to cry, but it was okay if she wanted to cry he didn’t hold it against her in the least and thought she’d cave any minute, but didn’t just yet. He applauded her for being this strong. Perhaps there was more to her then he knew. He listened to her and stroked her cheek gently after hearing she had a fight with her sister and left her son and his father again and ran. Rollo just pulled her close to him and hugged her some more. “I am sorry you got into a fight with your sister, sweet pea. Perhaps you just need time to settle down your pretty little head. I am sure they will understand…,” he said running his fingers threw her hair. “Anything I can do?”
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Post by Delilah Jade Cross on Oct 19, 2012 8:50:14 GMT -5
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Delilah nodded gently and looked down. "You can help me get seriously and paralytically drunk. Stuart's probably never going to forgive me. I already left him once."
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Post by Rollo Cyril Moretti on Oct 19, 2012 8:50:24 GMT -5
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He had been told that he could her seriously drunk, and he shook his head some, but it was her call. He listened to her say how Stuart would never forgive her because she left him once. “I can do that. What are you drinking, Sweet pea?” he asked her calling the bartender over for some more drinks. “ Well if he doesn’t then you my dear deserve better and he’d be a dumbass.” perhaps he already thinks she does deserve better, but he had been happy that she was getting to know her kid after all these years.
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