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[teetheyes]

Vnthrifty louelineſſe why doſt thou ſpend,
Vpon thy ſelfe thy beauties legacy?
Natures bequeſt giues nothing but doth lend,
And being franck ſhe lends to thoſe are free:
Then beautious nigard why dooſt thou abuſe,
The bountious largeſſe giuen thee to giue?
Profitles vſerer why dooſt thou vſe
So great a ſumme of ſummes yet can'ſt not liue?
For hauing traffike with thy ſelfe alone,
Thou of thy ſelfe thy ſweet ſelfe doſt deceaue,
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable Audit can'ſt thou leaue?

Thy vnuſ'd beauty muſt be tomb'd with thee,
Which vſed liues th'executor to be.

Chin up, bitter singles, even Shakespeare got pissed that Marlowe got ass.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

They're free.

Talent drinks free.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You sure now how to make me feel like a groupie.

[Nudge to his side then grabbing a seat at the bar.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[sits next to him and orders a drink]

Oh, you wouldn't use me like that.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You just want me for my body.

[Ordering a mojito.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I just want you?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Flatterer.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Egoist.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Innocent shrug.]

You've spoiled me.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[nursing his drink]

Liar. You were like this when I got you.

[latches their hands together]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Index finger up to emphasize a point.]

For all the wrong reasons till you got me.

[... Squeeze to Blue's hand.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kiss on his cheek]

Cori...

You full of bullshit.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Kissed.]

Why do you say that, Blue.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Because if I told you how much I loved you right now, you would make fun of me.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

As much as a few of your "friends" wanted to make fun of me for sending you flowers?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

...I don't know, you tell me.

[takes a scroll carrier out of his pocket and slides it across the bar to Cori]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

....

[Scroll carrier. Old fashioned. He gives Blue a suspicious look then opens it.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Happy Valentines day. It's written for the sax.

And then tip it over.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Getting that sinking 'oh shit I didn't get you anything' feeling but he smiles.]

Thanks baby....

[Tipping it over! Out drops a hoop earring too. Shit.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What's with the earring?

[Inspecting it. It looks like a match for the one he already wears, but he has only one pierced ear!]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

It's made from the lip of my war horn.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What do you mean? You melted it down...?

[So it's a piece of luck. He's taking the old one out and putting the new one in.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I took out the lip, and had it melted down.

For you.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Tossing the old earring back into the scroll carrier, sheet music rolled up nicely and placed back into the tube too, tube in his pocket.]

I feel uh... I mean thanks Blue, I really appreciate it. I just feel kind of stupid...

I thought we'd just have a few drinks and go rowing down the canals...

[Can't. Bring. Self. To. Admit.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks up at him]

...are you saying you didn't get me anything?