Never know how much I love ya

I'd be better off chasin' my tail than chasin that Tramp, but don't I love him anyway.

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Right, if ya say so. It’s a long story and not one I feel like ever gettin’ into. Peg I gotta say – Really? Ya sayin’ Kopa has a personality under those red roots?

Well, I won’t bring up you know who if it’ll bother ya. Course he does! You just gotta get to know him a little bit. I mean, I haven’t spent much time with him, but he’s...sweet. In his own way. Way better than a mobster, I tell ya that.

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So how d'ya know Adonis? Anyway, lets get to the point: Flynn, Kovu and that friend of his with the bad hair dye

A friend of a friend was at a party, showed me a picture. He’s a real looker ain’t he? Whattsa matter Meg? He do somethin’ to you? Hmm Kopa? I could wed Kopa. 

Bed Flynn...Guess that means bye bye Kovu. I dunno, both of them seem kinda borin’ don’t they?

[walkonthe-wildside]

Ehh, that’s life. Or death. I kinda get ‘em all jumbled.

You know, depending on who you talk to, I have actually been on fire before. Gotta say? Wasn’t that bad. Coulda been worse.

…I’ll remember that. I guess.

Um, you can call me Kopa if you want.

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Kopa, that’s a cute name. Say Kopa, I have some time before my next gig. Why don’t you and I go hang out somewhere? You can tell me all about the time you were on fire. 

[walkonthe-wildside]

….Wha’s it ta you where I’m from? An’ there’s nothin’ wrong with my accent. What if I had a speech impediment? You’d be very rude and insensitive then wouldn’t ya?

That’s a very nice thought an’ all, but I don’t have a sister. I don’t have anybody.

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Gee, I’m sorry to hear that kid. 

But you always have something to be grateful for huh? At least you weren’t the one in the fire. And listen, people with funny accents always get jumped quicker than the locals. Just a tip. I’m Peg. You got a name?

[walkonthe-wildside]

Woah, woah, mellow out. Touchy touchy.

I’m not makin’ fun of nothin’, I’m sayin’ someone should probably handle that whole thing, an’ then I asked a follow-up question. That’s how conversations start, ya see.

Hey now, I really don’t appreciate your stigma. We are a wide an’ varied bunch an’ don’t deserved to be pigeonholed, ya know.

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...You’re not from around here are ya. What’s that accent? 

And you’re not funny. People were getting hurt out there. For no reason. What if it was your little sister or somethin out there gettin hurt. I bet you wouldn’t be asking about lunch then.

[walkonthe-wildside]

Somebody should probably do somethin’ ‘bout that fire

Or not. Whatever. 

….Did I sleep through lunch again?

[whaaatadog-blog]

Hey pal, where do ya get off makin fun of stuff like that? I saw it on the news, little kids trapped on the tops of burnin buildings and stuff. It was horrible.

You Outlanders I swear. Budding psychopaths each and every one of ya.

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Fever | Closed

Peg curled her fingers around the prison bars and pressed her face close. It was about three in the morning, and she wasn’t exactly sure what happened. One minute she was up on the stage singing with the boys, the next she was being tossed in here. Something must have happened in between then and now, but she just couldn’t figure it out. Hmm. Well, she was still wearing her dress, the little black one, strapless. And her nails hadn’t chipped and her hair was somewhat curly and her lipstick was gone but her mascara hadn’t run. She could work with that. 

“Hey fellas,” she drawled to the officers on duty. “Why don’t you come over here an’ have a chat?”

“You’re intoxicated, Peg,” answered a man with a potbelly and a dark beard. “Public misconduct. Don’t make it worse by bothering anybody.”

“You can have a chat with me,” leered a voice behind her. Peg turned over her shoulder and looked at the skinny man behind her. A typical drunk and disorderly. 

“You better stay right where you’re sittin sonny,” she said before turning back to the officer. “Ya see I’m not so intoxicated, is the problem. You think I can bum a smoke off ya Petey, hmm? Just the once. I’ll pay you back I promise.”

The guard narrowed his eyes at her. “Go sit down inmate. You’ve already had your call, now just sit and wait for them to come getcha or wait until the morning.” 

Peg pursed her lips, and thought of Donnie. He’d just turned over and went back to sleep when she called him, said it was her own fault for not coming home to him. Serves her right for dating a wise guy. 

“C’mon Petey—”

“It’s Officer Brown—”

“Yessir. You really gonna make me sing for my supper?” she batted her eyelashes. He shook his head and started to turn to go back to his desk. 

“Never know how much I love ya,” Peg’s voice was low but smooth, and a little raspy. The officer paused. 

“Never know how much I care. When you put your arms around me—”

The officer turned around. 

“I get a fever that I just can’t bare,” she slid her hand up the jailbar and rested the other on her hip. 

“You give me fever,” she said, sticking her chest out slightly. “When you kiss me. Fever when you hold me tight. Fever!” her eyes followed him closely as he reached into his pocket. 

“In the morning, fever all through the night.” 

Officer Brown carefully placed the cigarette between her lips with one hand, and lit it with the other. Peg closed her eyes and took a drag, feeling just the slightest rush. It wasn’t the high she’d come down off of, but it would do till morning. Tilting her head back she slowly blew smoke into the cell. 

“Thanks Petey,” she smirked, and dangled the cigarette between her fingers. She finished the song slowly, quietly, and by the time she had finished Officer Brown couldn’t think of a reason to hold her there any longer. She stepped out into the night and hugged her arms around her. Funny wasn’t it, how things worked out that way.

[damselinsandals]

Tell me about it.

Really? Y’know that doesn’t surprise me since you decided to come to a Hellhole like this. The name’s Meg, if ya can’t tell by the shiny lil’ name badge I’ve gotta wear.

It seemed like half his family were out to get him, so that would be one way. Last I heard some small town crook was gettin’ the blame for it though, and If ya were ever fortunate enough to meet the kid’s aunt and uncle, ya wouldn’t believe that for a minute.

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Heh, nice to meet ya deary. I'm Peg. We sound like a little doowop duo. You know how it is though, go where the work is. 

Well that sounds rough. Wait, you know some of the Kiburi's? You ain't one of them princesses are you? The ones that get in trouble a lot? Nuh uh, I'm not gonna be the one to give you the grand tour of this place. Fess up now.

[damselinsandals]

Gee, they’re ruthless here, but you’ll get used to it, if you’re lucky. 

I’m kinda takin’ it ya haven’t been out much since the kid went missing, huh? Parties and celebrations have been happening none stop ‘round here.

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They sure are. I mean, I'm used to the mean streets of the city. But the Outlands? That's another ballpark altogether.

Well darlin, if I'm honest I did just get out of the slammer. How'd he die anyway? Don't they have a ton of bodyguards, people to look out for him?

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Figures I'd get stuck in the Outlands when something happens. Today I got asked to sing at a party celebrating that poor kid's death. Now usually I think a gig is just a gig, but that didn't sit right with me. Oh well, I'll find my supper one way or another. Always do.

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Amber Heard photographed by John Russo.