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[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

Don't be drinking with your daddy.

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[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Trust me, I´d never do that.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

I normally don't but we got to it after supper, had whiskey and beer. *Groans*

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

I see. Well, I gotta confess I took a beer after dinner with him a couple of times. But that´s all.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

This is about the first time we ever drank with one another. I came to stay with him after kind of...like postponin' my weddin'.

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Really? *raises his eyebrows* You´re really young to get married... *raises his hands* But it´s totally cool. Just be carefull of getting drunk and having a goat as bestman. That really sucks.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*Well, that helps the doubts*

I'm 19. *She nibbled on her bottom lip* Well, Dad doesn't really...like, wouldn't get me drunk lots.

And Mark is much more responsible than getting married with a goat there.

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, that´s really cool. Trust me, it saves a lot of annoying your friends in the future. Specially when you keep it a secret.

So, you´re postponing the wedding but still going for it?

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

Keep which a secret? *Is a little hungover, so processing takes longer*

Y-yeah, that's what we decided. We're gonna move to Montana too, my dad is going there and...I don't like livin' far from him.

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

The goat. And the wedding. Both.

Really. *considers her accent and the talk he had with Ennis and fakes his surprise*

That´s really great, keeping the bond, you know.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

Oh right, why is there a goat again? *Giggles softly*

I'm tryin' to, he's my daddy after all. Plus I don't really got any urge to stay around Wyoming.

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Actually, I still have no idea.

You´re living with your Mom in Wyoming, right? *pauses* Oh, and you´ve got a little sister too!

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*She blinked at him*

How did ya know that?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

I´m Head P of the Santa Barbara Police Department. Also double P in several education insitutions.

[cantbewithhim.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head* Y'looked t'be enjoyin' yerself jus' fine.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*Peeks at him and smiles* I was...till this morning.

[cantbewithhim.livejournal.com]

I 'ear that loud'n clear. *groans, poking at his temple, cigarette in his other hand* Hear everythin' loud'n clear, 'bout now.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*She reached over, stealing his cigarette and then decided against it, handing it back*

Yeah. My tummy is rolling pretty good too.

[cantbewithhim.livejournal.com]

*laughs lightly, wincing as his head thinks that's a baaad idea*

Don't burn me again, darlin'. *he warns, brandishing his wound from last night* Reckon we'r pretty battle-scarred by now.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*Hell, him laughing even hurt her head and that made her giggle, which just made things worse*

God, Dad, have you seen the bruise on my leg? *Pulls up her jean leg to show him the huge bruise on her shin*

I've got one on my outer thigh too, don't know how.

[cantbewithhim.livejournal.com]

Was'it that closet attackin' ya? *remembers not to laugh this time, taking a last drag before putting the cigarette out*

Yer almost as bad as ol' Rodeo when he's drunk. *shakes his head, not really processing what he just said as he often forgets to use Jack's given name...*

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

Right yeah, the closet. *She groaned a bit, rubbing the bruise gently*

As who? *She looks over at him*

[cantbewithhim.livejournal.com]

*blinks, thinking he said Jack or at the least Twist*

Jack Twist. *his face briefly registers horror, but he quickly wipes it away* Do ya... not remember what we talked abou' las' night?

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*She giggled softly at his expression*

Yes Daddy, I remember but you called him Rodeo. Didn't know that was him. *She got up to get herself some coffee and him if he wanted some*

So is he clumsy when drinkin' too?

[cantbewithhim.livejournal.com]

*waves his hands in acceptance of her offer*

Put some sugar in, I'm feelin' low. *probably because he hasn't eaten right in a few days*

I called 'im Rodeo? *instantly abashed* He ..uh, used'ta ride th'rodeo. Call 'im that sometimes but usually... *shakes his head*

He's... real loud.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*She nodded her head as she started to fix their coffees*

Yeah, you did. *Glancing back, she watched him with a little smile and nodded* What did he used to ride?

I don't think I was that loud, 'cept when I was banging into things.