Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

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"Have a family..." She echoed out loud Doc's words, wondering to herself what it'd be like to have her own children one day. Only a few times has it really crossed her mind, but every time it did she usually just began to cry at being unable to. But now that the possibility really was there, her feelings were as mixed as ever.

"Suitors? Well... No? I mean... Yes, but..." The problem was, she herself wasn't sure how her relationship with David was coming along. After so many months of being together, he's proven to be the type of guy who was entirely content on dying alone. Though there were days he would look like he seemed interest, on most times he was adamant about the idea.

And on most days, she usually didn't like to talk about it. But the Grog in her system sure burned most of that ill-comfort from the subject. "Techni... cally, no. I don't have any suitors, Senor Holliday. I have an amigo who I spend time with, but we've kept each other mostly at arm's length... or at least, he has, but since he's ex-LSF, I can understand why he does so. He has that look about him that says he's seen a lot to view the universe with great cynicism... And frankly, I was just like that myself, until a long-departed lover of mine worked hard to show me how to love again. I thought about sharing what he taught me to David, but..."

The woman began frowning to herself. She looked at her left arm, and began to rub it slowly, as if trying to reassure it, letting out a heavy sigh as she did so. Feeling her nerves acting up again, she took the tankard and chugged just enough of the Grog to drown out those feelings from the roots. By the time she slammed the tankard back on the table, her cheeks felt like they were burning slightly on acid. Her head spun for a brief moment as her hair brushed gently onto the table. She gazed at how much Black Grog was still left: around a third of the container still swished within.

She looked at Doc again and was about to say something, but those eyes of his... Those soft, shining eyes of his made her pause and puff out sighs instead of words. The fact that he was married became more and more distant the more she looked at him. He was married? She could barely remember through the Grog.

"Senor, I..." She looked away for a moment before continuing, "... I don't think I've properly thanked you for being so patient with me. Most people would've easily shun me for knowing I was a Corsair. Eheheh, not to make you sound old, Senor, but..."

She leaned her head a bit to the side, smiling warmly to Doc as she said, "Papito always was a gentle person. I remember the days he used to cuddle me to sleep in his great arms and call me princesa as my belly groaned from hunger. Your eyes, Doc... You have that look about you that says you'll show just as much love to your children, as my Papito did for me. I'm glad to have met you, Senor Holliday, and I hope that any suitor who should come my way be just as great as my Papito... or be just as kind as you.

"I just..." She suddenly looked down sadly as she said, "... I just wish I myself was worthy enough to be accepted by such a lover."

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