#gonnaquit

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[drunkenworgen]

Done

Write a story including a set of three things

Sleeping until midday, a stolen item of jewelry, a drug laced with poison (Accepting!) (TW: drug use)

Her mouth was dry, her head pounding as she attempted to push herself up.

“Easy, Ash.”

Fox.  “Fuck,” she groaned, rolling her head across the pillow.  “W-wot ‘appened?  Wot time’sit?”  Her words were slurred and jumbled, at times speaking too fast, and other times too slow.  Nothing was coming into focus, and she had no recollection of where she was or how she got there.

“Bad batch.”  The half-elf lounged shirtless in a nearby chair.  “Shadewing found you nearby,” he muttered, cigarette between his lips as he lit it.  “Sent him out to find the others and go after our supplier.  ‘Bout half past noon.”  He moved closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.  “Don’t try and sit up, Ash, you’re in no condition to do so.”

“ ‘M fine.”  She collapsed back down to the drug dealer’s bed, but had managed to roll herself on her side to look towards him.  “Whyd’youcare -” her eyes closed, taking a deep breath - “anyway?  ‘M jus’ a...another sucker t’you.”  Her eyes finally focused, letting her see that at least this time she was fully clothed.

“Nothin’ happened, Ash.  And I care because y’were half-dead mere feet away from my door.  ‘Sides, lose you, I lose m’best customer.”  He grinned, offering her a skein of water.

She accepted the water, attempting to drink the entire skein in on go, held back only by the elven man holding it for her.  “Easy…”

“...ring.  Where’s m’ring?”  The weight of the silver chain wasn’t around her neck, the ring missing.  “Where’sit?”

“Relax...relax, someone tried to mug you, we think...Shadewing saw someone dart off, said he’d go after them, too.”

Gin blinked rapidly, eyes dulled as she looked at the man.  “Why…?  Shadewing ‘ates me…”

“Because he works for me.  We called in a healer as well...not sure what the drug was laced with, but you were...y’were out, Ash.  Paler than you already are, unresponsive -”

“ ‘M done.”

Fox blinked as she cut him off, staring at her for a moment.  “What?”

“D-Done.  Ah’ll still come t’yaferfire -” she swallowed thickly - “fireweed, bu’ no more o’ tha...wotever thafelalmos’...almos’ killed me.  N-no more, Fox.”  She pushed herself into more of a seated position, looking at him.  “Th-thankya fer...makin’ sure ah wus alive an’...all o’ tha’, bu’... ‘m done with it, Fox.”

A frown pulled at the half-elf’s features.  Of course he didn’t want to lose a customer like that, but he was well aware from working with the woman for several years...that she did not back down easily.

“Y’kn-know ‘m no’ tha only one ‘at’s… ‘at’s gonnaquit -” another deep breath - “too.  An-anyone else go’ tha’ batch...prob’ly do tha same.”

Fox nodded as he began to pace, his ear twitching as he heard a knock on the door.  “Who’s it?”

“It’s the doc, boss.”

Fox opened the door, letting in the squirrely Gilnean “doctor” in before turning to look at Gin.  “Fine, Ash...I’ll let you know when Shadewing gets back...make sure you get your ring back.”  He turned to leave, still puffing on his cigarette before Gin’s voice stopped him.

“F-fox?”  He paused, hand on the door.  “Th-thank ya...”

There was a brief pause before he gave a simple nod, closing the door behind him.

[tomjamescampbell-blog]

Me: I got hit by a van yesterday and I can't work 10 hour long days all week because my leg was hit. Can you reduce my hours?

Work: I can let you leave 2 hours early one day.

[obsessive-compulsive-traveller]

one more client breaks/sprains their leg/ankle/limb

I say its the curse. This place is cursed as is the company 

[lexunscripted]

Really hungover at been called into work. #nope #gonnaquit #somuchnope #8bitspecs

[saraxjeannn]

It's about that time. #gonnaquit #finally #iwontgiveup #smokefree #hopefully

[allterrible]

i'm tired of being fat. no more. a year from now, i will feel good about my self and not be a greasy potato. today, i examined my fatty spaces. goal: 10 -20 lbs lost by the end of march. 

[domilove420]

#chainsmoking my #lastpack #gonnaquit #needsupport #pleasehelp #coldturkey #whatshouldido