That Voodoo stuff don't do nothing for me.
[Continued from here.]
It’s been a long night and I’m starting to feel it in my bones, taking the seat at the bar that Lorne gestures towards and resting my folded arms on the counter, trying to pretend it’s not the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. "Not sure what you want, Lindsey. You know that all this is gonna end you up in shambles." I glance at Lorne with a stubborn frown.
“I know what this looks like, with my track record,” I mutter. “This is different. Tara’s got a soul. And you didn’t exactly mind Angel in your club.” Slouched over the bar, my voice has lowered enough that I’m pretty much talking to myself like a crazy person. Great, that’ll really assure him of my sanity. If I could just sleep for a couple minutes…
But I’m not about to shut my eyes before I’m sure that Tara’s taken care of. I’ve seen how quickly things can get turned around. And I’ve seen that she’s a danger to herself, even more than she is to me. So I smile encouragingly at her when she glances towards me. “It’s okay.” Ducking her head like she’s pretending that she’s alone, she very quietly starts to sing.
She’s got a pretty voice. I don’t recognize the song, something soft and country, but the low, easy tone has me smiling and wishing that she’d keep singing. I look over to try to gauge Lorne’s reaction to her, startled to find that his eyes are locked on me. He’s supposed to be reading her, isn’t he?
Tara trails off at the end of a verse, obviously wondering if she has to keep singing until he tells her to stop, and I rest my hand on her knee with another smile. “Didn’t tell me you were a good singer,” I murmur, rubbing my thumb over the denim of her jeans. “You could’ve had me out of here with one song, darling.”
I turn to Lorne, not liking the look in his eyes one bit. “What’s the damage, man? Where are we supposed to go from here? And I’ll tell you straight up that if you feed me some bullshit line about our paths going in different directions…” I shake my head, not sure what threat I’d be willing to give to my only true friend in this town. “Just don’t, okay?” I finish quietly, bracing myself for whatever he’s going to tell us.
It’s been a long night and I’m starting to feel it in my bones, taking the seat at the bar that Lorne gestures towards and resting my folded arms on the counter, trying to pretend it’s not the only thing that’s holding me up at the moment. "Not sure what you want, Lindsey. You know that all this is gonna end you up in shambles." I glance at Lorne with a stubborn frown.
“I know what this looks like, with my track record,” I mutter. “This is different. Tara’s got a soul. And you didn’t exactly mind Angel in your club.” Slouched over the bar, my voice has lowered enough that I’m pretty much talking to myself like a crazy person. Great, that’ll really assure him of my sanity. If I could just sleep for a couple minutes…
But I’m not about to shut my eyes before I’m sure that Tara’s taken care of. I’ve seen how quickly things can get turned around. And I’ve seen that she’s a danger to herself, even more than she is to me. So I smile encouragingly at her when she glances towards me. “It’s okay.” Ducking her head like she’s pretending that she’s alone, she very quietly starts to sing.
She’s got a pretty voice. I don’t recognize the song, something soft and country, but the low, easy tone has me smiling and wishing that she’d keep singing. I look over to try to gauge Lorne’s reaction to her, startled to find that his eyes are locked on me. He’s supposed to be reading her, isn’t he?
Tara trails off at the end of a verse, obviously wondering if she has to keep singing until he tells her to stop, and I rest my hand on her knee with another smile. “Didn’t tell me you were a good singer,” I murmur, rubbing my thumb over the denim of her jeans. “You could’ve had me out of here with one song, darling.”
I turn to Lorne, not liking the look in his eyes one bit. “What’s the damage, man? Where are we supposed to go from here? And I’ll tell you straight up that if you feed me some bullshit line about our paths going in different directions…” I shake my head, not sure what threat I’d be willing to give to my only true friend in this town. “Just don’t, okay?” I finish quietly, bracing myself for whatever he’s going to tell us.