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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 23:14:02 GMT -8
"I also used to think I could kick the dust of this damn city off of my shoes." He retorted bitterly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 23:18:03 GMT -8
Mac laughed again. "And that's where you were naive," he said, dropping his burned out cigarette and smashing it with the toe of his shoe.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 23:19:29 GMT -8
Munkustrap's blue eyes narrowed and he glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye. "Mhm. Is there anything else you needed, Mac?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 23:31:10 GMT -8
Mac's own eyes narrowed in reply. "Wanted to see how you were doing," he said finally. "You an' the littlest Hollister."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 23:34:24 GMT -8
"We're doing as well as can be expected." Came Munkus' response--uninformative ont he surface, but speaking volumes to somecat who'd grown up in the same situation.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 23:39:34 GMT -8
Mac nodded. "If you need anythin' you should be able to get ahold of me," he said, an offer lurking in those words.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 12, 2010 23:41:14 GMT -8
"We'll be fine, but yes. If we need anything I'll contact you." Munkus let the betrayal he felt at Mac leaving the house go unsaid.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 12, 2010 23:47:57 GMT -8
Mac's eyes narrowed. "I was offerin'," he said. "Don't 'et offended." He glanced down, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. "I can help you, you know."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 0:00:14 GMT -8
"How?" Came the almost, not quite, but almost, sharp response.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 13, 2010 0:02:39 GMT -8
Mac glared at the other out of the corner of his eye. "What the hell is it that makes you think stayin' here is a good idea?" he snapped. "I have a good source of income now, screw dad and just leave."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 0:04:34 GMT -8
"And go where? To that hotel of yours?" He shook his head.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 13, 2010 0:22:05 GMT -8
"Somethin' wron' with my hotel?" Mac demanded, his voice low.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 0:25:22 GMT -8
"Yeah. You use it as a base of operations for your less legal work. Sorry, thanks but no thanks." Munkus's tone was clipped.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 13, 2010 0:27:20 GMT -8
Mac growled low in his throat at that. "You're more than willin' to take my money though, aren't you? It comes from the same damn place you know."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 13, 2010 7:46:13 GMT -8
"I can figure out a way to deny where I got the money, I don't have that same deniability if we're living in your hotel. What happens if something serious happens there? Do you really want Tugger caught in any potential cross-fire?" Munkus played the only card he had that he knew Mac might listen to.
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