Date: 2015-06-07 02:19 am (UTC)
beyondthisillusion: (Thoughtful)
"Some people," she replied non-committedly, letting the 'puny human nose' jab pass without comment. She had Dad's nose. A little insult of nature that tormented her to no end, every time she looked in a mirror.

Running her fingers across the bridge of said nose, she turned to look out the window again. Their hotel was out in the middle of nowhere, the gleaming, looming city sitting on the horizon like teeth biting into the sky. Every pair of headlights she saw along the road, for the next hour or two she was sure, would make her heart jump up into her throat.

Dad would be here soon. Too soon. Way, way, way too soon.

Which left her with little time to make a move.

She'd remained throughout the day. Someone needed to protect Shawn. But he was on his feet now and could take care of himself. All she had to do was win him over, somehow. Get him to cover her tracks, buy her some time. Problem was, Shawn was hard to handle.

Unless you were Dad, of course. Then it was 'Yes, sir' and 'How high?' and all that.

"I was thinking...about Madonna." Yes. Always best to start with sex, when it came to convincing Shawn.
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