"This one time!" exasperation overtaking his tone more than anything. He looks to the bottle of Jack. Not much left, he downs what there is before hucking the bottle towards the lake as far as he can.
"There ain't no comparison between a livin', flesh, an' blood woman who loves me beyond all else, an' who puts up with crap most o' the time, an' who I was more'n happy to settle down with before the damn door showed back up, an' some personification of an idea that didn't even think me worthy enough to die during the worst point in my life!"
Having said that, he flops backwards onto the tar paper roof with a huff.
"I'll drink it. Does she want that?! Because I'll do it. For her I'll do it. But only for her. An' only if she asks."
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Date: 2010-12-02 11:03 pm (UTC)"There ain't no comparison between a livin', flesh, an' blood woman who loves me beyond all else, an' who puts up with crap most o' the time, an' who I was more'n happy to settle down with before the damn door showed back up, an' some personification of an idea that didn't even think me worthy enough to die during the worst point in my life!"
Having said that, he flops backwards onto the tar paper roof with a huff.
"I'll drink it. Does she want that?! Because I'll do it. For her I'll do it. But only for her. An' only if she asks."