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[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

What t'do with a drunk ex-fiancee?

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[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

I thought we...figured it out a bit.

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

We did, love. Wish we didn't have'ta postpone things but I understand.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*Hands on her hips* Then I'm not an ex-fiancee.

*Seems riled*

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

No I spose you ain't. *sighs* I didn't mean nothin' by it.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*Sighs softly, looking down* I'm sorry you're frustrated by the postponement.

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

Naw, darlin', I guess I'm sorry. My daddy's been rushin' me an'...

I'm afraid you'll get 'way from me if we don' get married tomorra.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

What's he been rushing you about now?

I...I'm not going anywhere now.

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

*avoidant*

Glad yer gonna stick around this time.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*Steps closer, frowning*

What's he pushing you on?

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

I, uh.. never told you this or nothin', Alma. But there was a girl, before. Nowhere near as pretty or clever as you.. We was gonna get married but she ran off with some yank.

*shrugs, not looking up at her* My pa reckons I'm hopeless.

[quietlikehim.livejournal.com]

*She blinks a little, stiffening* Why didn't ya ever tell me about her?

You're not hopeless! This wasn't with you, this was more with me and just me being stupid.

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

*winces, still looking down* Didn't seem important.

I am hopeless though. *finally looks up, biting his lip to keep his emotions from rising too high* I can't do nothin' right by you, Alma! Jus'.. tell me what t'do, God-willin', I'll do it.

*takes a deep breath, quieting a bit* I'd wait at th'end of the universe fer ya, Alma del Mar.

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

*narrows his eyes and looks suspiciously at him*

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

*narrows his eyes right back* ..'lo?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Hello... *low voice* Mark.

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

Er.. do I know ya?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

*lower*

I´m your father.

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

..No yer not. What's goin' on here?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Ok, I´m not your father, I´m too young for that and too hot to get attached.

But I needed to do that.

Your fiancee... she is away, right?

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

Well, kin'a. She went ta her daddy's fer the night an' I guess they gotta drinkin'. Thought I'd lost 'er though.

*sighs* So, if y'ain' my daddy, who'r ya?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Dude, really, don´t go around calling fellow dudes your daddy. I´m totally cool with that, but some guys´re not.

Shawn Spencer, H.P of the Santa Barbara Police Department.

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

You said you were my daddy! Not th'other way 'round! *blushes slightly, not sure what Shawn is getting at*

I'ma.. well you know my name, dontcha? What'sa HP?

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Dude, no, I was quoting... ..oh, nevermind.

Yes. I know a lot of things. *sounds mystical* Head Psychic.

[bijouomipolone.livejournal.com]

Put her in the longboat till she’s sober?

[delmar-heir.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Don' reckon she'd like that much now that we ain' so much 'ex'.