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Trex World, part 34

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Her eyes went wide. Amanda_adnamA stared off into some unknown distance. “That’s….That’s a very good idea, Paul.”

“Yeah, I’m full of ‘em,” He said, and his focus fell onto her mouth. The crenulations of her lips, the whiteness of her teeth. the coyness of her tongue. “But right now, I’ve wandered into something for which I’m all out of ideas.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I got no job and I got no prospects and in a day or so, I’ll have got myself no placed to live, either.”

“Shight, sonny, you don’t got much, then, do you,” she said, patting the cushion next to her, inviting him to sit.

“No,” he said, accepting her offer. “But I do have this memory.”

“Oh? a recent memory I hope?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about it.”

Wondering whether it was the calm instilled by the drink or just some here-to-for unknown smoothness he possessed, Paul said, “I was remembering this conversation I had not too long ago.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. This breathtakingly beautiful person was offering to find me an improv coach.”

“Hm. How long ago was that?”

“Seems like a lifetime, now.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So, what happens now?”

“A hope, the merest of hopes.”

“A hope isn’t that much of a thing.”

“No, but it could mean the world.”

“To who?”

“To me.”

“Just you?”

“I hope not. Amanda_adnamA?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve never had a conversation like this in all my life.”

She laughed. “You enjoying it?”

“Yes.”

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Too bad.”

“Dammit.”

“How easy you give up.”

“Who says I have?”

“Ha-ha, now you’re just being a bastardo.”

“Perhaps.”

“It’s true.”

“It is, you’re right.”

“I know.”

“Is it, the drink that allows this?”

“The drink is merely a chemical. It is not ability. There needs be a person to wield the lever.”

“Very deep.”

“You have no idea.”

“I have a glimmering.”

“Perhaps.”

“I honestly need your help.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“You don’t smell like a stalker, for one. There’s only a day between our first meeting, for another.”

“So, if I had waited longer, you believe I was going to ask you out?”

“Yes.”

“That’s rather high handed of you.?"

“Am I wrong?”

“No…dammit, are you sure there’s not some truth serum in this stuff?”

“Is that what you need help with?”

“No.”

A giggle. “What was it you needed help with then?”

“I need a job?”

“Oh…that’s right. Impersonating cops not paying the bills?”

“No, it is not. The pay was lousy and the hours were terrible.”

“Doesn’t do anything for the raisins, either, I take it?”

“No, no it does not.”

She smiled at him, long and leaning and the skylight filtered through the windows and seemed to collect on her face. This focus was growing fuzzy, though. was it the drink wearing off or some other factor?

“Got some skill sets? Other than lying, I mean?”

He laughed and said, “Well, I’m one helluva tagger.”

“Who isn’t?”

“Hrm. Plenty of folk, I imagine.”

“What else ya got?”

“I don’t take up much space.”

She sighed. “Anything else?”

“No….Wait, yes.” And he fell forward, close, kissed her full on the lips, pulling her ever so slightly from her seated perch with their tender interaction. they parted with a slight gasp.

She put the back of her hand to her mouth, taking a moment to regain her composure. “Was that the drink?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Paul took a moment to reflect. “No,” he said with confidence, “No it was not.”

“Wait here,” she said, and left him to go below.

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Always welcome.

A new chapter of TW, that is.

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Thanks! I'm glad we've got

Thanks! I'm glad we've got this kind of back and forth bounce thing going between the Last Hamlet and TW. Seems to be (of course, it could be a coincidence) getting a few more Oorter's involved as well. Which is always a good thing.

I agree!

It's great watching the back-and-forth. Both sagas are booming along. Hope we'll see plenty more of them.

And, of course, it's also great to see some new faces too.

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Yes, the more the merrier!

Yes, the more the merrier!

Go, Paul!

Paul is now almost as important to me as Diken!

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Ak! Too much flattery!

Ak! Too much flattery! Hahah...thanks. I'm finding it interesting that we're both having our principle players as being just slightly outside the machinery they live in. Of course, most folk might percieve their own personal narrative in the same way?