SO FAR SO GOOD + sam

Cigarettes were a vice. Was, a vice. Can be, a vice. They had been everything to her, and all of a sudden they were nothing. People were trying to support her, giving her cigarettes when she was out of them. And she appreciated, them of course, but her body went through them like a homecooker went through butter. And they were gone all too quickly, and she was back in the viscous cycle of dying from not having any.

On the other hand, Leroy was plauging her mind as well. She wasn't super.. peachy about him right now. He had done nothing but scold BOTH of them, as if it was her fault too. No, Beck started this. Beck was the trouble maker. Sam growled, suddenly standing up. Her antlers slammed into a nearby table post, in the deep dark of the room. There were scratches up and down the pole, and it was a nasty sight, the gouges in her antlers.

The anger wave faded soon after she started to pace. Her ears perked as she heard someone approached the door and she hunkered down, the bags beneath her eyes. Her ears shoved forward at Leroy's words. She grimaced. Biting her tongue, she stepped forward to bump the door open. She turned away, receeding into the dark of the room. It seemed that she had black-out curtains up.

"SPEECH"

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