[She knew that. She knew more about John than she ever wanted, with him in her head. The voices weren't there anymore, something she was extremely grateful for (those damned voices. A one-way ticket to losing her mind to them, she was sure) but she still had John's memories. That sort of thing didn't just fade away over night.
Maybe not ever.
She's clothed and looking at him.] Waddya mean? [So, yes, John, if you expected her to let you off easy, you were wrong.] Finish the bottle? [Which she's going to do with another drink right here, wash the taste of John off of her. Or maybe allow herself to relax a little bit more, and enjoy this extreme level of pettiness she'd brought herself to.]
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Date: 2015-10-04 01:28 pm (UTC)Maybe not ever.
She's clothed and looking at him.] Waddya mean? [So, yes, John, if you expected her to let you off easy, you were wrong.] Finish the bottle? [Which she's going to do with another drink right here, wash the taste of John off of her. Or maybe allow herself to relax a little bit more, and enjoy this extreme level of pettiness she'd brought herself to.]