Post by LACKLAN on Nov 17, 2018 23:35:45 GMT -5
Aveline Lacklan laughed.
And hiccuped.
The Queen of Red is in a scenario was have never seen before in the last eleven months: A tall glass of wine in her hand, and empty bottle on the table before her, and her pale skin flushed to the point of turning scarlet.
“And THEN the whore stumbled into my room with only one shoe!”
Ava broke into a mad laughter, her hand slamming down upon the table in compliment, but was then drowned out by the far louder laughter of her drinking companion. Sidney Grey’s own wine glass was empty, and while the staggering amount of plastic surgery performed on her face made it impossible for her skin tone to change color in any natural way, her body swaying in her seat for no apparent reason told any viewer that her level of inebriation was just as great.
“Oh damn! That rat-eyed skank was SUCH a whore!”
To the surprise of just about no one, Sid loved any story Ava had to share about Sarah from when the trollop was sixteen, back before she had entered the life of the Greys and loused everything up. Her daughter was NOT a lesbian, damnit! So WHAT if she hadn’t been with a man in YEARS? So WHAT if her “marriage” to that WONDERFUL MAN (THE) Peter Van Parker had been nothing but a drunken adventure in a Hooters? So WHAT if EVERY PERSON Kenzi EVER brought home had a set of tits and the wrong equipment downstairs? Kenzi was just confused!
Right?
“And this one time-”
Sid reached forward and grabbed the bottle of wine, confused as to why it was empty, and then tossed it to the side. She clapped her hands together loudly and a servant in the black livery with purple accents of the Lacklan family rushed forward and replaced the bottle, popping the cork with a practiced ease. Sid smiled drunkenly at the pretty boy, and he WAS pretty, and watched his behind as he moved away. Her glazed eyes slid off his pleasant posterior and looked around the room. She had no idea which room within the Lacklan mansion she and her benefactor currently drank in, but it glittered with gold and many other fineries. Which she deserved, of course.
Sid had suffered many indignities in her life. Age and time had worn away her beauty. Her drunken lust for a charming man had lead to her body being WRECKED by her daughter. Her wrestling career, which would have been FILLED with championships, accolades, and hall of fame considerations, had been RUINED by her daughter “accidentally” running her over with a car in a LAW parking lot. And her dreams of that daughter marrying a handsome and rich man who would pamper them both and give them the time they wanted to be Hollywood starlets had been DASHED by the red-eyed scamp. But THIS was more like it.
“This one time, at cheer camp, she-”
Sid feels warm and toasty inside as she drinks heavily from her glass. For most people, Ava was a judgmental and occasionally abusive religious taskmaster, but they shared a connection because of their daughters. Sid had laughed...LAUGHED...in Sarah’s face when the girl had told her who Ava was that day Selena’s Spire, when she had admitted to her that the French-speaking psycho was her “wicked stepmother,” but months working together in a wide variety of scenarios had given Sid a wholly different view of the Widow Lacklan. In her, she saw much of herself: A mother who was desperate to have a daughter who would just DO AS THEY WERE TOLD, because MOMMY KNOWS BEST KENZI.
“And don’t EVEN get me started on her first cigarette!”
Along with other duties as Ava’s “Grand Vizier,” whatever the hell THAT meant, Sid was afforded these moments, moments when it was just the two of them. Well, besides the servants, but they hardly counted. In these times, Sid was able to see the woman underneath the pomp and circumstance of the religious community. She was able to see through the veil of the Champion of Chaos. She was able to see the woman who Ava really was, the young woman who had met and been so enthralled by the late Jean-Paul Lacklan.
Sid had never met Jean-Paul, but she had known of him. Most people in the business had. A massive man, a mountain of muscle, who was renowned for his viciousness in the ring and his manipulation out of it. Sid had been out of the wrestling world when his life came to an end, and when his daughter had been introduced, but she knew enough to know that had had a lasting impression with his final run in Texas. And from that little she knew, she could see how a girl from a small town in France could fall for him so hard and cause a devotion so deep as to change her at her very core.
But still…
“Ava…”
Even THAT was slurred, but the wine had been flowing. And it was strong. Ava’s green eyes crossed for a few seconds as they tried to focus on her. After a moment...a long moment...Ava finally settled on her and gave her a smile.
“Are you planning to...move on...any time soon?”
Sid very much enjoyed the lifestyle she was living, and the threat of her money moving elsewhere was always at her peripherals. Ava acted like she was much older than she really was, but a woman not yet into her 30’s as pretty as she was had to be a target for some man somewhere, especially if they realized how wealthy the Lacklan family was. She hadn’t paid too much attention, and had actually fallen asleep during her daughter-in-laws slideshow presentation on the subject, but it seemed to be deep.
“Mo…”
Ava wavers a touch and then seems to regain her balance.
“Moving on? From what? Wrestling?”
Sid shakes her head...though that was another question she had.
“You have been alone a long time, dear. Have you thought about finding someone else? Redmaine seems to be a strapping man.”
She really did think that. He was obviously ugly, since he wore that mask and all, but his arms were pleasantly large, and he no doubt had that special “it” factor below the belt that she had TRIED to get both Sarah AND Kenzi to understand the importance of.
“My HUSBAND, Il est ressuscité, is all I need in this world.”
That was surprisingly sober...but then she hiccuped again and a smirk filled her face.
“His muscles ARE nice though, Sid. They keep me warm.”
Sid blinked. What did THAT mean? But a waved hand of Bordy...and even THAT wave with a drunken sway...pushed away a followup question, and shrugged her shoulders.
“Bof! This things do not matter. Not when I must live FOR my husband, Il est ressuscité, in a world who has forgotten his mission. This world has forgotten God, Sidney. It is up to US to remind them of Him!”
She reached her class forward for a toast, and Sid quickly obliged while nodding and putting on a face of agreement. There was NOTHING more BATSHIT CRAZY about the Lacklans than their insistence in this so-called “God” of theirs, but Sid would say ANYTHING in order to keep her lifestyle the way it was. A bow here, a bent knee there, even attending a wide variety of religious ceremonies kept the cash and fineries going, and Ava never seemed to notice how little she meant them.
“I am the champion du chaos and I will zee Hiz work done!”
Sid had to strain her ears a bit to get every word her benefactor was saying. She had noticed that Ava’s French accident was particularly strong when she drank, and this also often let to her saying entire sentences in French, and fuck her if she knew what any of that meant.
“Why, just this week! In two days! I fight for Heem and Hiz vision! I fight zee Cotton woman again! But unlike last time, I will NOT allow her to place her wretched taint near me!”
She began to wave her glass of wine erratically through the air, and a few drops of alcohol bleed over the glass’ rim and fall to the table. Inside, part of Sid’s soul tears apart at the wasted drink.
“Tis will NOT be as it was in Septembre! There will be no Raab to fall into zee slumber on zee outside for me to suffer zee Muff Diver! Non! Non! The fille was empowered...embodied! Filled! By zee Harvester! Mais! I have vanquished heem! I caused hiz downfall! Necron iz no more! Il n'y a plus!”
Even in her drunken state, Sid knew better than that. While Ava may well have played a part in Necron’s Outlast team being defeated by Eden and Baal’s, it was actually Eden and Baal themselves who ultimately sent the big man packing. But she also knew better than to try to correct her. She simply smiled and nodded, and made a gesture to some random servant to fill the Queen of Red’s glass again. She loathed her daughter-in-law, but the tart teaching her some of the hand signals for the servants and guard had come in handy.
“What about Maria? She could win this-”
Sid burst out laughing suddenly.
“Oh God! I couldn’t even say it with a straight face! Sorry...sorry…”
She laughed so hard at the idea of Salvatore winning this match that she actually snorted. After she wiped away her tears and could see again, she saw that Ava was smiling, too. A wave of dismissal came from one hand as the other put the wine to her lips for a deep quaf.
“I am not worried.”
She waved in dismissal again.
“I do not worry about a woman who struggles to win six matches in a year!”
Sid blinked at how sober that sounded. She hated how violent and abrupt Ava’s mood swings were. Between flashes of anger, love, and forgetfulness, you were never truly sure who you were going to talk to at any given moment. Kenzi had BPD issues, and Sarah might well be megalomaniacal, but Ava was madder than the Hatter!
“What do you mean?”
Ava took another drink from her glass and her green eyes narrowed. Sid recognized that glint of conspiracy well.
“I studied.”
She sets down the glass with a heavy clink.
“All year, Sidney! ALL YEAR! I hid. I ran. I stayed low. I studied L'Enfant Eémon and her friends. Her career. I studied Ladies All Star. Even fought that Lukas woman months ago. But studied! Salvatore will not study. She will not engage. She may not even show! But I know her. Oh yes...yes yes...I know HER!”
Great swooping movements of her arms.
“Six wins in all of 2017 for Ladies All Star! Six wins! And those only when facing the dregs of this business! Etsuko, a woman who could only win in that cesspool! And the Leinart child, a woman of such ill repute that plastic surgery was her only recourse from mockery! That is who Salvatore can beat! Them and no other!
“And now she must fight me! She must fight me after being taken down by Raab, a man who can only be brought to victory when I am there to pull him by his nose, kicking and screaming all the way! She has no hope against the Champion of Chaos! She has no hope when I am in a match where I am not weighed down by a man too old to compete! She has no hope when the only alternative to me is the Cotton woman. She runs from a tiger and faces badger, and either way leads to loss.”
Ava shakes her head again as she takes another drink of her wife.
"And unfortunately for the badger, she herself faces the tiger. Miss Cotton is not who she was, and there is little in the way of self promotion which can turn that truth into a lie. All one need do is look at her friends, those who travel with her. My daughter finds herself placed into important roles and matches because of her clear skill and ability. Your daughter, even in the face of failure, is singled out by our champion, and is often featured prominently. The Vaughn girl defies all the logic lobbed at her by the veterans of the company and has now won three championship matches alongside Rydell. Even outside of the company, their former friend, that awkward Crowthorne girl, runs about as a champion and constantly in the spotlight for her chosen company. Yet Cotton..."
She gives a sad shake of her head.
"Failure after failure, she has found. She let down Vaughn in such a public way that everyone wishes to brush it under the carpet and pretend it no loger matters, such was the level of embarrassment. She failed against Pierce at Day of Reckoning for my Chaos Championship. She failed your daughter at Battleground. Even on Chill, she has brought down the successes of her group, as both of our daughters remain undefeated, yet she was unable to score any kind of win whatsoever in her attempts. It appears that taking your clothes off for money and endlessly seeking the acceptance of Perry Wallace do not translate into success."
Sid bit her lip and scrunched her face.
"I like the girl. In fact-"
"WHY DON’T THEY LOVE ME?!"
The sudden scream catches Sid off guard.
“Wh-”
Ava throws her glass to the wall with crash and then slams her fist down on the table.
“Your daughter loves you! She minds you! She aspires to be you! Why don’t MINE?!”
Sid blinks in confusion and tries to shake her head clear of the drunken fog, but they had been drinking too much for that.
“I give...and I give...AND I GIVE...but they push me away! They throw away the gifts I give them! They close their ears to my words! WHY DON’T THEY LOVE ME?!”
Ava puts her elbows onto the table and flops her face into her palms. She groans into them, her words coming out muffled.
“Their father chose ME. Their blood chose ME. I DESERVE their love!”
Sid’s foggy mind tries to process what she is hearing, but her glazed eyes show the truth of the difficulty.
“...they?”
“...why don’t they love me…?”
“More than one? More than-”
Sidney’s eyes widen.
“Ava…”
Her voice is cautious and slow.
“Aveline…”
Her voice finally coaxes some movement from the face buried in palms. Sid presses.
“How many children did Jean-Paul have?”
“..two…”
Sid takes a sharp breath in. She licks her lips and opens and closes her mouth several times, trying and failing to get the words out. She finally pushes out a croak.
"Who?”
Ava shakes her head in her hands, the loose strands of her platinum hair brushing the table.
“...those eyes…”
She rubs her face with her hands.
“...his eyes…”
She rubs harder and then looks up with bloodshot green eyes.
“Have you noticed how beautiful her eyes are, Sid? I wish to pluck them. Hold them. They are HIS eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. I miss them.”
A tear suddenly streaks down Ava’s cheek.
“...why doesn’t Angie love me?”
Sid’s breath stops in a rush. Her mind rushes with thoughts. Angie. Sarah. New York. Was it possible? HOW was that possible?
“Ava, I-”
Sid’s voice trails off as she sees Aveline Lacklan, the side of her face down on the table, eyes shut, and snoring loudly in slumber.
“Uh...even her snores have an accent…”
Sid sits, her thoughts swirling around of what Ava told her in her drunkenness, and wonders how her life might well change.
And hiccuped.
The Queen of Red is in a scenario was have never seen before in the last eleven months: A tall glass of wine in her hand, and empty bottle on the table before her, and her pale skin flushed to the point of turning scarlet.
“And THEN the whore stumbled into my room with only one shoe!”
Ava broke into a mad laughter, her hand slamming down upon the table in compliment, but was then drowned out by the far louder laughter of her drinking companion. Sidney Grey’s own wine glass was empty, and while the staggering amount of plastic surgery performed on her face made it impossible for her skin tone to change color in any natural way, her body swaying in her seat for no apparent reason told any viewer that her level of inebriation was just as great.
“Oh damn! That rat-eyed skank was SUCH a whore!”
To the surprise of just about no one, Sid loved any story Ava had to share about Sarah from when the trollop was sixteen, back before she had entered the life of the Greys and loused everything up. Her daughter was NOT a lesbian, damnit! So WHAT if she hadn’t been with a man in YEARS? So WHAT if her “marriage” to that WONDERFUL MAN (THE) Peter Van Parker had been nothing but a drunken adventure in a Hooters? So WHAT if EVERY PERSON Kenzi EVER brought home had a set of tits and the wrong equipment downstairs? Kenzi was just confused!
Right?
“And this one time-”
Sid reached forward and grabbed the bottle of wine, confused as to why it was empty, and then tossed it to the side. She clapped her hands together loudly and a servant in the black livery with purple accents of the Lacklan family rushed forward and replaced the bottle, popping the cork with a practiced ease. Sid smiled drunkenly at the pretty boy, and he WAS pretty, and watched his behind as he moved away. Her glazed eyes slid off his pleasant posterior and looked around the room. She had no idea which room within the Lacklan mansion she and her benefactor currently drank in, but it glittered with gold and many other fineries. Which she deserved, of course.
Sid had suffered many indignities in her life. Age and time had worn away her beauty. Her drunken lust for a charming man had lead to her body being WRECKED by her daughter. Her wrestling career, which would have been FILLED with championships, accolades, and hall of fame considerations, had been RUINED by her daughter “accidentally” running her over with a car in a LAW parking lot. And her dreams of that daughter marrying a handsome and rich man who would pamper them both and give them the time they wanted to be Hollywood starlets had been DASHED by the red-eyed scamp. But THIS was more like it.
“This one time, at cheer camp, she-”
Sid feels warm and toasty inside as she drinks heavily from her glass. For most people, Ava was a judgmental and occasionally abusive religious taskmaster, but they shared a connection because of their daughters. Sid had laughed...LAUGHED...in Sarah’s face when the girl had told her who Ava was that day Selena’s Spire, when she had admitted to her that the French-speaking psycho was her “wicked stepmother,” but months working together in a wide variety of scenarios had given Sid a wholly different view of the Widow Lacklan. In her, she saw much of herself: A mother who was desperate to have a daughter who would just DO AS THEY WERE TOLD, because MOMMY KNOWS BEST KENZI.
“And don’t EVEN get me started on her first cigarette!”
Along with other duties as Ava’s “Grand Vizier,” whatever the hell THAT meant, Sid was afforded these moments, moments when it was just the two of them. Well, besides the servants, but they hardly counted. In these times, Sid was able to see the woman underneath the pomp and circumstance of the religious community. She was able to see through the veil of the Champion of Chaos. She was able to see the woman who Ava really was, the young woman who had met and been so enthralled by the late Jean-Paul Lacklan.
Sid had never met Jean-Paul, but she had known of him. Most people in the business had. A massive man, a mountain of muscle, who was renowned for his viciousness in the ring and his manipulation out of it. Sid had been out of the wrestling world when his life came to an end, and when his daughter had been introduced, but she knew enough to know that had had a lasting impression with his final run in Texas. And from that little she knew, she could see how a girl from a small town in France could fall for him so hard and cause a devotion so deep as to change her at her very core.
But still…
“Ava…”
Even THAT was slurred, but the wine had been flowing. And it was strong. Ava’s green eyes crossed for a few seconds as they tried to focus on her. After a moment...a long moment...Ava finally settled on her and gave her a smile.
“Are you planning to...move on...any time soon?”
Sid very much enjoyed the lifestyle she was living, and the threat of her money moving elsewhere was always at her peripherals. Ava acted like she was much older than she really was, but a woman not yet into her 30’s as pretty as she was had to be a target for some man somewhere, especially if they realized how wealthy the Lacklan family was. She hadn’t paid too much attention, and had actually fallen asleep during her daughter-in-laws slideshow presentation on the subject, but it seemed to be deep.
“Mo…”
Ava wavers a touch and then seems to regain her balance.
“Moving on? From what? Wrestling?”
Sid shakes her head...though that was another question she had.
“You have been alone a long time, dear. Have you thought about finding someone else? Redmaine seems to be a strapping man.”
She really did think that. He was obviously ugly, since he wore that mask and all, but his arms were pleasantly large, and he no doubt had that special “it” factor below the belt that she had TRIED to get both Sarah AND Kenzi to understand the importance of.
“My HUSBAND, Il est ressuscité, is all I need in this world.”
That was surprisingly sober...but then she hiccuped again and a smirk filled her face.
“His muscles ARE nice though, Sid. They keep me warm.”
Sid blinked. What did THAT mean? But a waved hand of Bordy...and even THAT wave with a drunken sway...pushed away a followup question, and shrugged her shoulders.
“Bof! This things do not matter. Not when I must live FOR my husband, Il est ressuscité, in a world who has forgotten his mission. This world has forgotten God, Sidney. It is up to US to remind them of Him!”
She reached her class forward for a toast, and Sid quickly obliged while nodding and putting on a face of agreement. There was NOTHING more BATSHIT CRAZY about the Lacklans than their insistence in this so-called “God” of theirs, but Sid would say ANYTHING in order to keep her lifestyle the way it was. A bow here, a bent knee there, even attending a wide variety of religious ceremonies kept the cash and fineries going, and Ava never seemed to notice how little she meant them.
“I am the champion du chaos and I will zee Hiz work done!”
Sid had to strain her ears a bit to get every word her benefactor was saying. She had noticed that Ava’s French accident was particularly strong when she drank, and this also often let to her saying entire sentences in French, and fuck her if she knew what any of that meant.
“Why, just this week! In two days! I fight for Heem and Hiz vision! I fight zee Cotton woman again! But unlike last time, I will NOT allow her to place her wretched taint near me!”
She began to wave her glass of wine erratically through the air, and a few drops of alcohol bleed over the glass’ rim and fall to the table. Inside, part of Sid’s soul tears apart at the wasted drink.
“Tis will NOT be as it was in Septembre! There will be no Raab to fall into zee slumber on zee outside for me to suffer zee Muff Diver! Non! Non! The fille was empowered...embodied! Filled! By zee Harvester! Mais! I have vanquished heem! I caused hiz downfall! Necron iz no more! Il n'y a plus!”
Even in her drunken state, Sid knew better than that. While Ava may well have played a part in Necron’s Outlast team being defeated by Eden and Baal’s, it was actually Eden and Baal themselves who ultimately sent the big man packing. But she also knew better than to try to correct her. She simply smiled and nodded, and made a gesture to some random servant to fill the Queen of Red’s glass again. She loathed her daughter-in-law, but the tart teaching her some of the hand signals for the servants and guard had come in handy.
“What about Maria? She could win this-”
Sid burst out laughing suddenly.
“Oh God! I couldn’t even say it with a straight face! Sorry...sorry…”
She laughed so hard at the idea of Salvatore winning this match that she actually snorted. After she wiped away her tears and could see again, she saw that Ava was smiling, too. A wave of dismissal came from one hand as the other put the wine to her lips for a deep quaf.
“I am not worried.”
She waved in dismissal again.
“I do not worry about a woman who struggles to win six matches in a year!”
Sid blinked at how sober that sounded. She hated how violent and abrupt Ava’s mood swings were. Between flashes of anger, love, and forgetfulness, you were never truly sure who you were going to talk to at any given moment. Kenzi had BPD issues, and Sarah might well be megalomaniacal, but Ava was madder than the Hatter!
“What do you mean?”
Ava took another drink from her glass and her green eyes narrowed. Sid recognized that glint of conspiracy well.
“I studied.”
She sets down the glass with a heavy clink.
“All year, Sidney! ALL YEAR! I hid. I ran. I stayed low. I studied L'Enfant Eémon and her friends. Her career. I studied Ladies All Star. Even fought that Lukas woman months ago. But studied! Salvatore will not study. She will not engage. She may not even show! But I know her. Oh yes...yes yes...I know HER!”
Great swooping movements of her arms.
“Six wins in all of 2017 for Ladies All Star! Six wins! And those only when facing the dregs of this business! Etsuko, a woman who could only win in that cesspool! And the Leinart child, a woman of such ill repute that plastic surgery was her only recourse from mockery! That is who Salvatore can beat! Them and no other!
“And now she must fight me! She must fight me after being taken down by Raab, a man who can only be brought to victory when I am there to pull him by his nose, kicking and screaming all the way! She has no hope against the Champion of Chaos! She has no hope when I am in a match where I am not weighed down by a man too old to compete! She has no hope when the only alternative to me is the Cotton woman. She runs from a tiger and faces badger, and either way leads to loss.”
Ava shakes her head again as she takes another drink of her wife.
"And unfortunately for the badger, she herself faces the tiger. Miss Cotton is not who she was, and there is little in the way of self promotion which can turn that truth into a lie. All one need do is look at her friends, those who travel with her. My daughter finds herself placed into important roles and matches because of her clear skill and ability. Your daughter, even in the face of failure, is singled out by our champion, and is often featured prominently. The Vaughn girl defies all the logic lobbed at her by the veterans of the company and has now won three championship matches alongside Rydell. Even outside of the company, their former friend, that awkward Crowthorne girl, runs about as a champion and constantly in the spotlight for her chosen company. Yet Cotton..."
She gives a sad shake of her head.
"Failure after failure, she has found. She let down Vaughn in such a public way that everyone wishes to brush it under the carpet and pretend it no loger matters, such was the level of embarrassment. She failed against Pierce at Day of Reckoning for my Chaos Championship. She failed your daughter at Battleground. Even on Chill, she has brought down the successes of her group, as both of our daughters remain undefeated, yet she was unable to score any kind of win whatsoever in her attempts. It appears that taking your clothes off for money and endlessly seeking the acceptance of Perry Wallace do not translate into success."
Sid bit her lip and scrunched her face.
"I like the girl. In fact-"
"WHY DON’T THEY LOVE ME?!"
The sudden scream catches Sid off guard.
“Wh-”
Ava throws her glass to the wall with crash and then slams her fist down on the table.
“Your daughter loves you! She minds you! She aspires to be you! Why don’t MINE?!”
Sid blinks in confusion and tries to shake her head clear of the drunken fog, but they had been drinking too much for that.
“I give...and I give...AND I GIVE...but they push me away! They throw away the gifts I give them! They close their ears to my words! WHY DON’T THEY LOVE ME?!”
Ava puts her elbows onto the table and flops her face into her palms. She groans into them, her words coming out muffled.
“Their father chose ME. Their blood chose ME. I DESERVE their love!”
Sid’s foggy mind tries to process what she is hearing, but her glazed eyes show the truth of the difficulty.
“...they?”
“...why don’t they love me…?”
“More than one? More than-”
Sidney’s eyes widen.
“Ava…”
Her voice is cautious and slow.
“Aveline…”
Her voice finally coaxes some movement from the face buried in palms. Sid presses.
“How many children did Jean-Paul have?”
“..two…”
Sid takes a sharp breath in. She licks her lips and opens and closes her mouth several times, trying and failing to get the words out. She finally pushes out a croak.
"Who?”
Ava shakes her head in her hands, the loose strands of her platinum hair brushing the table.
“...those eyes…”
She rubs her face with her hands.
“...his eyes…”
She rubs harder and then looks up with bloodshot green eyes.
“Have you noticed how beautiful her eyes are, Sid? I wish to pluck them. Hold them. They are HIS eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. I miss them.”
A tear suddenly streaks down Ava’s cheek.
“...why doesn’t Angie love me?”
Sid’s breath stops in a rush. Her mind rushes with thoughts. Angie. Sarah. New York. Was it possible? HOW was that possible?
“Ava, I-”
Sid’s voice trails off as she sees Aveline Lacklan, the side of her face down on the table, eyes shut, and snoring loudly in slumber.
“Uh...even her snores have an accent…”
Sid sits, her thoughts swirling around of what Ava told her in her drunkenness, and wonders how her life might well change.
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