Sadie lets out a gasp of indignation as the spectre begins to tug insistently at her bag of liquor. "Exorcise him quickly, Frank! He's going for the gin!" She digs in her impractically high heels, refusing to give up the bag. "My sincerest apologies, shoes, but sacrifices must - be - made!" she cries as her heels sink into the turf.
Despite her determination to hold out until her husband dispatches the ghost once and for all, she only has to maintain her vice-like grip on the canvas handles for a moment before the spirit releases the bag and rushes back over to the ornery young woman to whom he's so literally and metaphorically attached. Sadie almost overbalances, but is saved from a tumble by the considerate efforts of their cabby, who gently nudges her upright until she can tug her shoes loose. "Thank you, kind cabby," she says to the triceratops before shouting, "Frank, it's coming your way!"
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Jodie hands her drink back over to Johnny. "For fuck's sakes!" she shouts to the group at large. As dreams go, this isn't just stupid, it's embarrassing. She steps back as Frank approaches, not really wanting to tangle with him - more because she'd rather not be forced to knock over a plastered socialite than because she's worried he'll actually be able to do anything to her bond with Aiden. Aiden, however, seems to view the man as an actual threat - enough of one that he abandons the booze bag and curls back around her like a shield before Frank can even get within arm's length.
"Can we all just stop?" Jodie calls from within the shimmery bubble, her voice slightly muffled but no less exasperated for that.
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Despite her determination to hold out until her husband dispatches the ghost once and for all, she only has to maintain her vice-like grip on the canvas handles for a moment before the spirit releases the bag and rushes back over to the ornery young woman to whom he's so literally and metaphorically attached. Sadie almost overbalances, but is saved from a tumble by the considerate efforts of their cabby, who gently nudges her upright until she can tug her shoes loose. "Thank you, kind cabby," she says to the triceratops before shouting, "Frank, it's coming your way!"
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Jodie hands her drink back over to Johnny. "For fuck's sakes!" she shouts to the group at large. As dreams go, this isn't just stupid, it's embarrassing. She steps back as Frank approaches, not really wanting to tangle with him - more because she'd rather not be forced to knock over a plastered socialite than because she's worried he'll actually be able to do anything to her bond with Aiden. Aiden, however, seems to view the man as an actual threat - enough of one that he abandons the booze bag and curls back around her like a shield before Frank can even get within arm's length.
"Can we all just stop?" Jodie calls from within the shimmery bubble, her voice slightly muffled but no less exasperated for that.