It didn't mean a thing. Bullshit. They'd been apart for how long? He'd had all the time in the world to get his jollies out with other women, both before her, and after That Night. The fact that she'd seen him with another girl- a girl she knew, Mary- a girl who knew about their relationship? It stung in a way she'd never expected.
It wasn't fair to expect him not to be with other women, part of her said. She was with how many men a night? How many pennies had she earned from others?
But it was different, the other part said. They had a commitment to one-another, they'd defeated death to come back together again. Furthermore, he knew how much she hated taking to the streets. With Fagin dead, it was better, but it was the best way to make money, for a girl like her. He'd always said what she did, that was a job.
Bill was not on a job. Bill had been fucking another girl.
Her eyes are closed when Bill comes to her, her hand still wrapped loosely over the neck of the gin bottle. She gives a small moan at her name, still conscious enough that he can rouse her simply by approaching. She stretches an arm over her face, grumbling. When she sees who it is that's roused her, she scowls, tears still drying on her cheeks. "Don't you Nance me, William."
Oh, yes. She's not so drunk she doesn't remember why she's so drunk in the first place.
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Date: 2018-05-31 05:53 am (UTC)It wasn't fair to expect him not to be with other women, part of her said. She was with how many men a night? How many pennies had she earned from others?
But it was different, the other part said. They had a commitment to one-another, they'd defeated death to come back together again. Furthermore, he knew how much she hated taking to the streets. With Fagin dead, it was better, but it was the best way to make money, for a girl like her. He'd always said what she did, that was a job.
Bill was not on a job. Bill had been fucking another girl.
Her eyes are closed when Bill comes to her, her hand still wrapped loosely over the neck of the gin bottle. She gives a small moan at her name, still conscious enough that he can rouse her simply by approaching. She stretches an arm over her face, grumbling. When she sees who it is that's roused her, she scowls, tears still drying on her cheeks. "Don't you Nance me, William."
Oh, yes. She's not so drunk she doesn't remember why she's so drunk in the first place.