"Put it on my tab," some people drink and get all nice and warm and friendly. Salome apparently gets a little taste of the opiate kingdom and becomes an enjoyable person to be around. They have to get this all the time, crazy people who come in and get a little taste and then start saying crazy shit. Salome cannot be the first person in the world to do it. At least she isn't out of control. The nurse is smiling at least, but that's because Salome isn't moving and it's easy work to make sure she has the fluids and the medication before they start splinting her hand up, immobilizing it so the fingers can heal correctly, and straight, because she can't become a world famous surgeon with fucked up fingers.
Leaning back in her chair she lifts her eyebrows and then her eyes at him. "This chair was made for my butt, it fits perfectly and we've decided on a civil union to express to the world how we feel about one another." She feels he has the need to know this.
"We hope you respect our life choices." It would be pretty nice to just sort of wheel herself around for the rest of her life but her legs might get angry at that and she doesn't want that to happen, that'd be bad. "My sweet, sweet set of wheels. You Jelly?"
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Date: 2013-01-10 11:29 pm (UTC)Leaning back in her chair she lifts her eyebrows and then her eyes at him. "This chair was made for my butt, it fits perfectly and we've decided on a civil union to express to the world how we feel about one another." She feels he has the need to know this.
"We hope you respect our life choices." It would be pretty nice to just sort of wheel herself around for the rest of her life but her legs might get angry at that and she doesn't want that to happen, that'd be bad. "My sweet, sweet set of wheels. You Jelly?"