"Ugh," Faye groaned, loudly, petulantly— but in its way, it was better than the quiet resignation she'd been prone to lately. Even griping about her troubles was better than constantly swirling around with anxiety. "Can't drink, can't eat the foods I want, can't fit into the clothes I like, can't gamble without money. Seems like the only thing I've got anymore is sex, and as much as I like you, Lily." She glanced over, shaking her head. "I'm not sure it'd quite compare."
Rubbing her cheek, Faye sighed lightly between her lips, but there was a hint of a smile there that hadn't been present before.
"I guess there's always a good game of poker. And swimming, I hear that I'm still allowed to swim."
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Date: 2012-05-24 08:28 pm (UTC)Rubbing her cheek, Faye sighed lightly between her lips, but there was a hint of a smile there that hadn't been present before.
"I guess there's always a good game of poker. And swimming, I hear that I'm still allowed to swim."