Sadie's face crumples into an indignant pout. Why is that ragged youth shouting at them in a manner that is not conveying gratitude? "Why, Frank, it seems as if we've upset them," she cries, so taken aback that she fails to finish off the tyrannosaur or her drink. She peers at the girl, one eye narrowing as she focuses - to the extent than any extremely inebriated person can focus, that is.
"Do you see that, darling?" she asks, gesturing unsteadily with her rifle. "It looks as if the dinosaur has produced a ghost!"
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"I'm okay," Jodie insists through gritted teeth. "It just… hurts like hell when that happens." She's hoping the implication that this has happened before will reassure him a little, but a moment later, Johnny's on his feet and shouting at the people on the triceratops. Not just shouting, in fact, but accusing them of being drunk, and suddenly some of their previous hollering makes a horrible kind of sense.
"Oh, god." Jodie forces herself back onto her feet, though she can't quite straighten. It still feels like someone's cut out a chunk of her torso and done a shitty job stitching it back up. "Are you fucking serious?"
And then the rifle swings in their direction, and Aiden curls around the both of them, a ripply distortion appearing in the air.
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"Do you see that, darling?" she asks, gesturing unsteadily with her rifle. "It looks as if the dinosaur has produced a ghost!"
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"I'm okay," Jodie insists through gritted teeth. "It just… hurts like hell when that happens." She's hoping the implication that this has happened before will reassure him a little, but a moment later, Johnny's on his feet and shouting at the people on the triceratops. Not just shouting, in fact, but accusing them of being drunk, and suddenly some of their previous hollering makes a horrible kind of sense.
"Oh, god." Jodie forces herself back onto her feet, though she can't quite straighten. It still feels like someone's cut out a chunk of her torso and done a shitty job stitching it back up. "Are you fucking serious?"
And then the rifle swings in their direction, and Aiden curls around the both of them, a ripply distortion appearing in the air.