roger rabbit

❝ I have a gun and I swear to god, I will not hesitate to paralyse you from the waist down if you do not back the fuck up.❞

[anna-breen]

God damn.

[anna-breen]

benjamin-holt:

Your beer come up suddenly missing?

Yeah. Probably not ghosts taking it, though. After seven, I don't remember how many I drank the night before.

Still trying to Nancy Drew this ghost/beer situation?

[anna-breen]

God damn.

[anna-breen]

benjamin-holt:

Too much drinking?

Not enough, I'm thinking.

[anna-breen]

God damn.

My head hurts.

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Talkin’ about more than just wants though, sweetheart. Talkin’ about purpose. He’s still ridin’ high now, but I’m just… worried.

Maybe you're his purpose.

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Nah, got exactly what he wanted. Helped him do it. It was a beautiful thing, sweetheart. Just worried about him now is all.

You spend two hundred years, only wantin’ one thing, what’re you supposed to do with yourself once you get it?

I don't believe there's nothing he wants.

I mean, uh, everyone always wants something, right?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Well, guess the long and short of it is my roommate’s a drug addict who won’t quit, my brother’s got what he always wanted and now he doesn’t have the first clue what to do with himself, and my ex-girlfriend’s back and living in the same house as me. Pretty much sums it up.

[Anna couldn't help but hang on the ex-girlfriend comment, but she tried to let that one be the last, if she even brought it up. It was about him, anyway, and it bothered him if he said it to her.]

Okay. Start with your brother. [She had a little experience with him.] Is he not getting what he wants?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

How much do you honestly wanna know?

All of it.

What do you have to tell?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Havin’ that conversation with you.

Which... one is that?

Where you tell me things?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Don’t seem right.

What doesn't seem right?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Lotta things, sweetheart. Most of ‘em in my head.

Talk to me, will you?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Shit, sweetheart, I don’t know. Don’t fuckin’ know anything.

Hey... [She frowns, then takes his hand again.] What's wrong?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Think it will for one of us, yeah.

Which one of us is that?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

This shit doesn’t usually end well for me.

You think this is gonna end badly?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

Nah, sweetheart. No subtext. Just don’t think it’s true.

I think it is. [She purses her lips, her smile faltering. Maybe that self-esteem thing was really a problem with him.]

Why don't you think so?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

[Cormac snorted at the words, shaking his head.] Yeah, sure. Any girl I want. [He turned his attention back to his cigarette, taking a heavy drag off it and wishing the pack at his feet wasn’t empty.]

[She takes her hand back, though not before kissing his. It's not as if she's offended, but something there wasn't right. Was she not what he wanted, a settlement?] So... Not any girl you want? There was definitely some subtext in that, so I'm just wondering.

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

[He smiles back, shaking his head as he looks down at the ground. His fingers curl around hers, thumb tracing over her knuckles.] Yeah, what can I say, it’s a blessing and a curse.

[Anna's eyes move from their hands to his cigarette, then back to his eyes. She likes them and she'd missed them a bit all yesterday on her couch.] Seems like just a blessing to me. Get all the girls you want with a pucker of your lips, huh?

[liam-cormac]

Yep.

[anna-breen]

liam-cormac:

[He snorts before he reaches over and takes her hand with his left, the cigarette still in his right. He presses his mouth against her knuckles before looking back at her face.] What am I trying to fix?

[She smiles, her fingers flexing against his until they find a comfortable place in his own.] Nothin'. Just like your kisses.