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sexualtourettes) wrote2013-04-15 08:44 pm
sexualtourettes) wrote2013-04-15 08:44 pm
For Danica
Since he'd been there, Coop had come to realize that there were two kinds of spontaneous gifts given by the Island: the good kind, and the kind that made people want to curl up in a fetal position and cry.
The only reason he wasn't currently in tears probably had something to do with the fact that, this time, the bad kind of gift had come with complimentary booze. A giant bottle of it.
It also came with a bike taxi, complete with streamers and 'Just Married' sign attached to the back, just in case the suit he'd found in his room wasn't enough of a slap in the face. Or the ring.
A fucking ring.
He was seated in the back of the rickshaw now, fingers curled around the neck of the bottle of champagne, wearing the new suit jacket he'd tried on to get a feel for the fit. The ring was a heavy weight in his pocket, but it didn't compare to the one he felt crushing his chest.
The only reason he wasn't currently in tears probably had something to do with the fact that, this time, the bad kind of gift had come with complimentary booze. A giant bottle of it.
It also came with a bike taxi, complete with streamers and 'Just Married' sign attached to the back, just in case the suit he'd found in his room wasn't enough of a slap in the face. Or the ring.
A fucking ring.
He was seated in the back of the rickshaw now, fingers curled around the neck of the bottle of champagne, wearing the new suit jacket he'd tried on to get a feel for the fit. The ring was a heavy weight in his pocket, but it didn't compare to the one he felt crushing his chest.