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     “Friendly suggestion; if you don’t want to deal with all of the assholes around here — stop killing them.“

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     “Maybe it’s just not their time. Maybe they still had to serve a bigger purpose.” He suggested, leaning against the wall and looking down at the junkie as she sat down on the bed in the otherwise empty hotel room — clearly devastated by her most recently failed assassination attempt. “Besides, they taste like shit when they’re dead.“

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     “Correct me if I’m wrong — which I’m most likely not — but it sounds like you’re asking me for help.” It wasn’t something that happened every day — or at all, for the matter. Hell, knowing Sally, she was probably mentally cursing herself for even giving Donovan that impression. Bearing all that in mind, Donovan knew that he had no choice but to call her out on it. It was one of those instances where a rare opportunity presented itself and only a fool would let it go.

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     Setting his palms flat against the wooden surface on the bar of The Blue Parrot, a long and dramatic sigh of frustration was the only thing that withdrew from the dark-haired man clad in a black leather jacket. If Donovan knew Sally, ( and he did ) he would safely assume that this was a textbook case of her antics. The resident junkie was always looking for different ways to get on the skin of the immortal man — to her, it was like an ageless source of entertainment, something with a stubborn refusal to ever get old.  Although he didn’t want to admit it, he had to take responsibility and accept the fact that he was mostly part of the blame for her consistency. Whether he wanted to or not, he always gave her a reaction, much like the one he was giving right now. He wasn’t exactly too skilled in masking the fact that he was definitely annoyed. After sitting in complete silence for a few moments, he chose to finally address her after a quick eye roll and whilst managing to keep his sight on Liz. “Go away, Sally. Don’t you have something better to do?“

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_{Boy, was he a fucking mind reader… the absolute best, despite her intentions being hardly a mystery to anyone who could have seen her sitting there. Legs wide open —— upper half leaning back and propped on her palms to allow Donovan a clear view of her ample cleavage; a cheap ass dress he got her on account of being a survivor, many years ago when she overdosed and lived to tell the tale. “So you’re just gonna stand there and watch? My — who the hell are you and what the fuck did you do with my man?” Sally’s man… shared yet hers, no matter how many others he shagged or what he chose to do with his free time. They did share something special, didn’t they? It was only when she had him humping between her legs that the junkie could see stars behind her closed eyelids. A spidery finger beckoned him forth, the small of her back arching into a perfect curve. “Come do me, baby… or are you gonna make me beg?”}

   Although it was brief and very small in size, there was a chuckle that sounded from the young man as he gave his head a slight shake. “You can’t bullshit a bullshiter. You wouldn’t beg.” Still apparently humored, perhaps even more so by his own words, he proceeded to approach her nonetheless. Of course, it didn’t even need to come down to begging. Donovan was, in fact, always ready and willing. Sally most likely knew that to be true anyway, but if anything, her words were more of a challenge. A challenge in which only came as a form of persuasion. Closing the distance between them to the point where it was barely even existent, his baby blue eyes exhibited every single look of lust humanly possible. It wasn’t long before he found himself leaning in closer to where she sat, his arm raising and extending out to push her down against the old mattress for swiftly moving to move over her, connecting his lips with her own.

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_{Continued from here with @iintravenovs.} 

_{Uninvited, that’s exactly how she liked showing up at other people’s places. Not that he owned a castle, yet Donovan’s old apartment that stank of cigarettes ( and something a tad bit more toxic ) made up for the perfect place to hide away from the cold outside. With a suggestive smirk creeping its way to her lipstick stained mouth, Sally backed away from the man’s reach and aimed for his rusty bed instead… until she fell on her ass, mattress bouncing all around her. “That must be it. Street junkies… they couldn’t make a woman come and scream like a whore in heat if their lives depended on it.“}

     Strangely, he didn’t seem to mind the fact that she had shown up at his place unannounced. Nor did he seem the least bit objective to when she took it upon herself to enter his apartment. Morally, she wasn’t exactly the best company to have, but Sally was never any less than welcomed by Donovan. She was his escape from the harsh reality that otherwise awaited him. The one person who he felt he could trust to take him exactly where he wanted to be — as far away from his mother ( the reason why he had taken up this habit in the first place ) as physically possible. After a quick chuckle managed to escape under his breath, he’ll quickly turn around to look out in the direction in which the junkie had planted herself. “I highly doubt that complaining about it is the reason why you showed up here.“

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     “It’s been a while, huh, Sally?” The young junkie chuckled, albeit briefly, before returning his attention back onto the face of his blonde companion. “It’s either that or it sounds like you haven’t been hanging around the right people.” Was he trying to imply that he was one of those people? Absolutely.

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     “And? You think I don’t already know that?” A blatant lie. No matter which way you wanted to define it, there definitely was a ‘we’. There was a time — a couple of decades ago — where Sally was something more to Donovan than someone who’s mere presence made his skin crawl and as much she didn’t want to admit it, it was a mutual relationship.