<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Miles Radnie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br/><hr/>”And their kid.” She added after his comment and instantly regretted it. Dara visibly flinched. Why exactly did she have to add that part? Maybe it was because on some level it still bothered her that the kid died. Adults were one thing… They were adults, they’d lived longer and got to experience more things but the kid… She knew the kid really haunted Shae too. She knew the whole thing haunted Shae and even though she lied about who had committed the crime she still felt like she’d somehow betrayed Shae by talking about it. Although she was the one they had tried to pin it on too. I mean, Dara had a history of violence issues while Shae was such a sweet heart – meanwhile…”Stole their car and my own foster family’s car too… And some of their money… And kidnapped my sister.” Okay, shut up Dara. All of this word vomit wasn’t doing you any good! Just keep digging yourself a hole, why don’t you?<br/><br/>She turned away the sandwich with a dismissive wave of her hand. ”Don’t have the stomach for it right now…” Certainly not after reliving the scene she’d walked in on. That view was forever branded into her brain no matter how much she tried to scrub it away.<br/><br/>”Business?” She blinked back at him after a moment. ”Like… thieving business…?” Okay, so maybe she wasn’t really connecting the dots well here. She’d never bothered to ask him what he did for a living past the whole theft thing. She really didn’t think it was necessary and honestly she didn’t care whether he had money or not. If she was in this to get rich then she and Miles could have pulled off some heist a while ago and she would have never had to see his face again. No, this whole relationship was definitely for pleasure. ”Haaaiil no. I mean, unless you want me to run it into the ground – sure.” She snickered. She didn’t really like the idea of Shae having all that extra cash on hand either…<br/><br/>Then he sort of struck her with a question she honestly had no idea how to answer and it quite frankly showed clearly too. She hesitated, then her brows creased and her lips pursed in thought. What<i>did</i>she want to do with her life…? What would she do if<i>Womb Emergency</i>disband? What exactly was her contingency plan? She already tried the college thing and couldn’t cut it. There was no way she could go back to holding some Joe Shmoe job. ”I guess… I’d just find another band to work for. I like being a Light tech. I like traveling.” And she gave him a particular smile on that last one, a little glint in her eyes. ”I like the excitement. I like the<i>adventure</i>.” She plopped back against the blanket and sighed.<br/><br/>”But I guess one day I want to retire to a quiet cabin in the mountains or something. You know, away from civilization where it’s remote and there’s no light pollution to get in the way of my view of the stars.” There was a certain glow that came over her at the thought. She definitely had a thing for the night sky. ”Get a dog, or five. Lock Shae up in a room and sit on the porch with my shotgun and pack, ready to fuck’a’bitch right the hell up for comin’ on my damn property!” She chuckled, then peered his way and grinned. ”What about you? What do<i>you</i>wanna do with the rest of your life?”