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Post by Gambit on Apr 1, 2011 14:14:40 GMT -5
Bella Donna flicked her eyes up at Shade. "No, you're not," she said. "Don' be givin' me dis bullshit, bon?" she took a deep breath, fighting the prickling in her nose. Was she going to break down and cry here? No, even when she was drunk, she would probably manage herself. After all, it wasn't this bad, was it? "How can ya be sorry? Ya got Gambit."
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Post by Shade on Apr 1, 2011 14:23:47 GMT -5
Shade sighed inwardly. It had to sound like fake pity, she noticed. But still, she had meant what she had said. Why? Well, she didn´t regret Gambit, certainly not. He had become part of her life, she loved him deeply and she noticed that, had Bel shown aggressiveness towards her, she would have fought for him. She would have abandoned much of her self control and pride and gotten involved in a public catfight with the wife of her boyfriend without thinking. But still...seeing her like that, with the obvious pain in her eyes and voice that were surely accentuated by the alcohol she couldn´t help but feel sorry. Shade was no empath, but she had always had the skill to be able and feel others. Sympathize. Be understanding and attentive. She believed this was one of the reasons for why her relationship was steady with someone like Gambit.
"Yes, I do." she said, contradicting her in a calm voice. "it´s complicated to explain so I better not bother you with it."
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Post by Gambit on Apr 1, 2011 14:28:50 GMT -5
With a wave of her hand, Bella dismissed Shade's concern about bothering. "I'm actually curious," she said. "An' seein' as Lebeau ain't nowhere near so far, I've got time for stories. I can't stand it when people feel sorry for me, though," she added. "So what, he told ya stories 'bout his poor abandoned wife who had no hope in dis world or somethin'?"
This could really be insulting to her, if Gambit had actually made any hints in that direction. And she hated being talked about behind her back.
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Post by Shade on Apr 1, 2011 14:33:40 GMT -5
Shade shook her head. "No." she said, running a hand along the rim of her table. There was bitterness in Bel´s voice she noticed. "No, he´s always been very secretive about you. And I didn´t ask too much. He mentioned he was married, he once got home with a cut on his cheek and told me it was you..." She paused. No, he had never told her anything bad or downgrading about his wife.
"other than that, just stuff when he got in a talkative mood. He told me once he had burned pictures. And another time he told me you had stolen a plane together."
She didn´t know what those things meant to Bel, but they were the truth and that was far better than what Bel apparently braced herself against right now.
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Post by Gambit on Apr 1, 2011 14:55:07 GMT -5
Bella Donna snorted in indignation. "Dat's what I mean!" she exclaimed. "See, he gets home wit' his cheeks cut by de bad wife an' he tells his nice girlfriend 'see, my wife so bad, she cut my cheeks'. Who does he t'ink he is, showin' me all black like dat? Like I'm de villain of de story, huh?"
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Post by Shade on Apr 1, 2011 14:58:54 GMT -5
Shade gave a shrug at that. "Well, he didn´t exactly come to me whining about it." she said. "and I don´t think this is about villains. Not with a thieving boyfriend. Or a girlfriend helping a husband cheat on a wife."
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Post by Gambit on Apr 1, 2011 15:06:30 GMT -5
"But, I mean, he still makes me look bad, non?" Bella elucidated, then drank her rising bitterness down with some of her cocktail. It was significantly watered down by molten ice now; she'd need a new one soon. She was desperately looking for some proof that Gambit presented her as the evil one. Because if not, it meant he still cared for her, and if he still did, why the hell was he not asking her to get back together again, by any means necessary?
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Post by Shade on Apr 1, 2011 15:10:44 GMT -5
Shade gave another shrug, not sure what Bel was hinting at or why she was so adamant on making Gambit look like the one who spoke ill of her. "As I said, he doesn´t speak about you much. I just know very little." But that had been enough for her to be extremely cautious earlier she added in thought.
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Post by Gambit on Apr 1, 2011 15:14:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, well," Bel inhaled noisily through her nose, taking another deep breath. Her head was spinning now even more from this little effort. She closed her eyes for a second, then looked at Shade wearily. It was weird how she was jumping from being jealous towards Gambit's girlfriend to feeling completely numb about the whole thing. Probably the alcohol was to blame. "He did tell ya de main things, as I've noticed," she managed a smirk. "Dat I'm his wife an' dat I can cut your head off in no time," she clicked her fingers to emphasize that.
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Post by Shade on Apr 1, 2011 15:18:54 GMT -5
Had there been no alcohol involved, Shade would have seen this whole thing a lot differently. Such as that she probably would have made her way out of her a long time ago already, just because she knew or Gambit had made her guess that Bel was a force to be reckoned with. But this woman sitting across her, swaying back and forth between giddyness, self pity and what sounded like a threat now, did no look like much of a danger. Not now. Not drunk.
"Yes." she replied. "Am I supposed to see that as a threat?"
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Post by Gambit on Apr 1, 2011 15:25:40 GMT -5
"Nah," the Assassin shook her head. "I mean, I could... I could kill ya so nicely he'd never EVER guess it was anythin' but an accident and I had anythin' to do wit' it. But dere's no point. See, killin' ya ain't gonna change a thing for me. I jus' don' see how he-" she shook her head and looked away, fighting back the tears. "Dis ain't gonna bring 'im back to me."
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Post by Shade on Apr 1, 2011 15:33:24 GMT -5
Shade just watched her. Couldn´t think of anything to say. How was she supposed to react she wondered. There were a lot of conflicting emotions as it seemed. Bitterness, jealousy, maybe hatred...but burried, deep under that, emotions that as it seemed Bel was trying to deny. Shade had not often wondered about Gambit and his wife. How he thought about her. What she still meant to him. But now she saw her. And she looked nothing short of heartbroken. It looked like she loved him. Still loved him. And even though Shade would not say sorry again because it seemed to be to no avail, she felt pity. Once more, because she tried to imagine what it had to be like for her. Sitting in a bar with the woman her husband obviously cared about more. Funny how that made the subtle threat look nothing but desperate.
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Post by Gambit on Apr 1, 2011 15:42:35 GMT -5
Bella realized she was mere seconds away from bursting into tears. Well, this would be just too embarrassing. She needed a change of emotion. She had nothing personally against Shade or Gambit's any other lover, for that matter - none of them had anything to do with the problem that she and Gambit had between the two of them.
"He's such a lyin' bastard," she said, shaking her head and still not looking at Shade. "Every time he comes to N'awlins, he's so suave an' self-important, like he owns de city. An' he thinks he can play his way through, gamble until he gets what he wants. An' every time he comes, we spend a night together... an' he tells me all those nice words, how he cares an' all, but den he's all like, 'ya know it ain't my fault, it ain't up to me, I got nothin' to do wit' dis situation', and I'm like-" she sighed and for a moment silenced herself with her drink.
Just then, with a perfect timing, a waiter brought new cocktails to their table and left again.
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Post by Shade on Apr 1, 2011 15:55:51 GMT -5
Suave, self-important. All this sounded like him, all this she could bear, no problem. The thought, the knowledge that he would sleep with his wife when he was in New Orleans, all that she could live with. By merely not giving it much thought. But Bel actually telling her about it, about the nice words and the caring, this, Shade noticed, was something that caused a strong feeling of jealousy. Don´t feel that way, Shade, she told herself. She is bitter and troubling yourself about it is not necessary. He loves you, he told you so. And if she really mattered more to him than you do, Shadey, he would have all his mind set on returning to New Orleans to be able to be with her. Gambit is not the kind of person that will others let him hinder him if he really has his mind set on something.
She took a big gulp of her drink, feeling bad about how she could have such alpha-female thoughts when there was another woman on the brink of breaking down before her very eyes.
"You know what?" she said finally. "you shouldn´t think about it so much. It only leads to pain. Have some fun. I mean, he´s behaving like a bastard, so can you. The night is still young after all."
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Post by Gambit on Apr 1, 2011 16:01:12 GMT -5
"Yes," Bel chuckled nervously, then finally mustered some strength to look at Shade again. She appreciated the other woman's effort to bring in a lighter note to the conversation; it helped her to manage at least some of it. "Well, it just gets me sometimes, is all. Has he... would you want to marry him someday?" she asked.
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