Another Day's Night

[Lissachoa]

*shooting up from the bed I clutch onto my chest, the pain was nearly unbareble. after some time of calming down I eventally get off the bed going stright for the pills untill noticing the paper there, looking at it with curiosity I pick it up and uncrumple it carefuly and try's to smoothen out the wrinkles*

[Murduck]

~ The note read. ~

Couldn't stay. Had to leave to meet up with Danger Mouse for a pint. Going to be big.
Take care of those wounds, looks like it might be infected.
Left some pills for you.
The number below is of a good friend of ours. He'll book you up with the best flight back to the States.

- Muds

[Lissachoa]

*stands there looking at the note blankly for awhile before neatly folding it up and placing it back on the table before sitting myself down and taking my pills*




...dont...




*takes off my sunglasses and cleans them off*



I wont...

[Murduck]

~ More than a few hours drifted by slowly. Still, he did not return. The Winnebago felt cold and empty, except for the one person remaining there; There was no life.

Apart from the fact that he was being distracted by his unlawful mates and music collaborators, he couldn't bare going back into that empty tin shack on wheels. He thought she would have left by then and flown off to the states.

3:43 pm - He finally returns to the wagon, tired, smelling of alcohol and cigarette; It was all rather tacky. He staggered to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, confined in the privacy of the small space. Staring at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but think:

"I look like shit." ~

*splashes my face with water, dabbing it dry with a damp cloth left on the rack, before shoveling my feet out of the bathroom, heading towards my bedroom*

[Lissachoa]

*from right behind him I suddenly grab his hand*

[Murduck]

*jumps a bit, feeling someone's hand grab mine*
What the hell--

*turns around, pulling my hand away sharply, I stare, a little surprised*

Choa? What are you still doing here..?

[Lissachoa]

*tampers with my hand a bit, looking away from him*

because I want to be here...

[Murduck]

~ He was struck for words. The only thing he could release from his lips was.. ~

..Why..?

[Lissachoa]

*shakes my head*

I've done alot of thinking...and it hurt by the way. *coughs* but I wondered, after all this time I tryed to do what I though what people needed or wanted but then It hit me, what do I want? the usual question for me is what I should do and I always give the same answer "To live"....but...
*looks down*
just living is not enough to stay alive....

[Murduck]

..Yer, that makes a bit more sense than running off to the States, anyway.
*clears throat*

Anyway, good on you. *flashes a thumbs up*

[Lissachoa]

*bites my bottom lip as though now searching for words*

[Murduck]

*raises an eyebrow*

Alright, if you're done with the self-empowerment speech, I'd like to get some shut eye.

Gallantry at it's finest.

[Lissachoa]

An ass as usual, heh

*shrugs*

alright then.

*turns around and starts walking off*

[Murduck]

*Grabs her by the waist and pulls her back*

Didn't say you had to leave. You were supposed to stay here for a night or two, innit?

[Lissachoa]

* ook up at him*

that offering is still open then?