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    He settled for another shot, this time drinking it straight from the bottle. He still refused to use that fucking tumbler. He wouldn’t use it, but the draw to thumb at the gold was irresistible and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out.

     

    Felicia had held its triplet. Many times. Had stared into it before telling them about Violet- before she was Violet. She had sipped from it, shot from it, cried into it. She’d picked the name Powder while thumbing its rim just as Silco was doing now.

     

    Fuck. He was doing a shit job of avoiding the past.

     

    Another shot downed, then a second that was really a fifth, then a third that was really a sixth. If he couldn’t stop thinking about then on his own then he’d get so wasted he couldn’t think at all.

     

    My own therapeutic take on what could possibly convince Silco to forgive Vander, feat. my obsession with Silco and his perfect fucking face.

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