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please do not break my heart; i think it has had enough pain to last the rest of my life ; rennee blackwell ; twenty-one . mermaid.

[mortereros-blog]

“Would you like another drink?” 

Effie may not technically work at the Black Sheep but she helped out when she could. It was the least she could do. And when bartending came into play, she coujld tell when people didn’t want to be bothered by others. She supposed that’s why she stepped in.

[reneeblackwell]

Renee offerend the woman a half smile, thankful for that imple act that meant a lot, really. ‘Yes, please, I would love that.” She raised her eyebrows, turning her body completely to block the man beside her.

“Busy night?”

[reneeblackwell]

“How very much exciting.” She sat back, smiling sotly, not listening to a word that the man said.

[mermacombe]

“Then I will wow you with my bartending skills,” he laughed. “Yes. They really are going to implode one day, aren’t they?” Thatcher sighed, looking worn and worried for a moment. “But we’ll get past it. Or we’ll all end up as fairies.”

[reneeblackwell]

“Now that is something I want to see.” It was a genuine smiles spreading all over her lips, gentle and soft. “I was going to say ‘as long as they don’t kill each other’, but...” Renee looked away for a second, shrugging.

[mermacombe]

“Anything in particular or house special?” he asked her, a light smile on his face. “I think we all are. But you should be resting if you’re not feeling up to working as much. Don’t let Gigi or Everly try and pull rank right now. I’ll handle them if you need me to.”

[reneeblackwell]

“I like whiskey, but surprise me, let’s see what you can do.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek, and nodded slowly. “I really appreciate, but how avid they are to shw they really are the chosen one is nothing but idly entertaining to me.”

[mermacombe]

“You don’t need to apologize,” he offered before nodding. “I can fix you one, if you want.” Thatcher hesitated a moment. “Everything alright?” He knew he probably shouldn’t push, but his drive to take care of everyone was still kicked into high.

[reneeblackwell]

“I really would like it, please.” She wasn’t used to niceness fromher part, but it was all part of the role she insisted on playing, even though everything demanded her not to. “I’m tired, Thatcher, I think that’s it.”

[reneeblackwell]

jackson-jacobo:

“Welcome to the world of call girls. Where everyone wants power and yet very rarely gets it.” JJ tilted Renee’s face up to kiss her before sighing against her lips. “Still don’t get this, Renee.” It was a fight they had over and over but JJ still didn’t get it, especially now, especially since they were meeting in the Lagoon of all places.

“Pathetic.” She spitted, but soon shushed by his lips -- before she could apologize for her words. “You don’t have to get is, Jackson. It’s better if you don’t.” Renee quickly stepped back, not ready for another fight as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

[mermacombe]

Thatcher visibly winced before smiling back. “If you’re sure,” he said quietly, rubbing at his sleeves. “Do you need anything?”

[reneeblackwell]

“I’m sorry.” The words rolled out, burning her lips -- how hard it was for her to actually apologize for something, no one would ever imagine. “A strong drink, perhaps.”

[reneeblackwell]

jackson-jacobo:

“Ran into Everly on the way, she’ll probably ask about this.” JJ let himself be tugged through the door. “You want me to leave money behind?”

She removed her earrings, stepping out of her heels and sighed, deeply, mumbling, “Monique’s body is barely cold down under and she thinks she already owns the place. Gigi would’ve been worse, be thankful.” Renee bit her lip, “Don’t worry, I can cover it.”

[reneeblackwell]

jackson-jacobo:

JJ leaned against the door frame, an eyebrow raised in the direction of her silhouette. “Of all the places, you chose here?”

“Have you ever heard that the most obvious places,” She pulled him bythe hand, looking at the sides before locking the door behind her. “Is where they will least suspect?”

[darlingjohn-blog]

       ❝What things?❞ John parried back at her – perhaps he felt tired of trying to come up with a decent answer to that question. He waited to see the flickering flame of the lighter, yet, Renee didn’t take out any.

[reneeblackwell]

“Don’t play dumb, Darling.” It was like being back when they were kids, in the single one family meeting they had ever attented together -- Renee would always be snarky, John would alway be regal. It was such a distant memory, that it didn’t seem real. The cigarette danced in her fingers once more, being placed, unlit, in betwee her lips.

“How’s my mama.” 

[darlingjohn-blog]

       ❝If you say so,❞ any other day he could have insisted, but this time he didn’t even try to repeat his first offer. ❝It’s nothing,❞ it came out in a practiced way.

[reneeblackwell]

She quickly drew out a cigarette out of the little silver box, fiddling with it and not lighting it up. Renee didn’t glance at John, as her eyes were still stuck on the cigarette “How are things?”

[reneeblackwell]

“I’m not could.” Her words were harsher than she had intended, her ways slipping slightly, but she quickly placed a sweet smile, glancing at the person. “Thank you, though.”

[jackson-jacobo]

“I heard that eye roll. It’s very distracting.”

[reneeblackwell]

“You always do this, it’s so cliché.”

[jackson-jacobo]

“Watch. Watch, shot of a life time is coming up right here.”

[reneeblackwell]

“Seriously?”

[jackson-jacobo]

“This sounds like someone that who has never had them when they are hung over. Trust me, it’s brilliant.” 

He was already reaching for the phone, ready to call in room service when he paused. “Unless you’d like something different? Pancakes? Eggs? Orange juice instead of coffee?”

[reneeblackwell]

“Hm.” She wondered if she had ever had waffles for breakfast after wrecking her liver in a night, and she couldn’t come up with a day that she had, indeed. Not that she would admit that in front of JJ, no.

“I want Orange Juice? Coffee makes me cranky. But I’ll trust you and have the waffles. “

[jackson-jacobo]

He laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders. “As you wish.” With a sigh, he leaned back, sinking into the soft mattress. Turning his head slightly, JJ raised an eyebrow at Renee. She hadn’t edged any closer to him and he honestly couldn’t work out why. Normally the nerves wore off after JJ spent the night with someone.

“What’s wrong with waffles? Are you saying you don’t like waffles? Sacrilege, Renee. Such sacrilege.”

[reneeblackwell]

She nodded soflty, unsure of why she was feeling so weird in his presence. Renee had met JJ before, she had seen him half naked before, because he sure didn’t care to hid his good phisique. No that she cared, much.

“I am not saying that I don’t like waffles. I am saying that it’s such a weird hangover food choice.” 

[jackson-jacobo]

“Would it help if I put a shirt on?” JJ was perceptive, he had to be, given his job status. You learned to read people and he could tell that Renee was trying her damn hardest not to get distracted by him. He took the compliment.

“Coffee. Waffles. Hangover survival 101. Caffeine and starch.”

[reneeblackwell]

“No.” The answer slipped from her lips a moment too soon, too bluntly. She took a second, and finished “You don’t need to worry, don’t feel...uncomfortable?” She didn’t, indeed, to make him comfortable -- he was distracting, and Renee was well aware of that from what she had seen of the man.

“Waffles?”