Post by Casey Winslow on Jun 25, 2008 19:00:12 GMT -8
Kevin shrugged. "Well, think what you must, but I honestly don't have getting in your pants as my goal for the evening." He took another sip of his drink and set the mug down, turning it slowly between his fingers and watching it for a few moments before looking to Evie again. To think, only a matter of ten? years ago, he would have done anything to keep her from discovering this place, yet here he was enjoying a drink with her. Of course, could he truthfully say that he was really enjoying it when he couldn't act like he was enjoying his drink with a woman he'd known since he was sixteen and married at eighteen? It was awkward. He couldn't let himself think like he was accustomed to thinking around her, not if he wanted to earn her friendship.
It was awkward, to say the very least, and it was so easy to slip back into thinking of her as his wife. After all, it was easy to push the fact that she was probably sleeping with the enemy out of the way, wasn't it? It was for him after having drank as many beers as he already had. In fact, it was downright difficult right now not to ramble or start talking about the past, but he held his tongue because telling her the past would only scare her away. After all, she sounded downright convinced of whatever the hell Trey had told her about him. He, Casey Winslow, was some loser man to be hated, apparantly, caused her to miscarry the twins. At that thought he angrily took another sip of his drink, beginning to chug it after a while and ask for another, putting the money down on the bar.
What the hell was wrong with that bastard?! He killed Lydia and then he had to go kill the twins, too?! Damn him! He wanted nothing more than to go to wherever he was right now and torture him, cause him the pain he had caused him when he did all that and stole his wife, even if he couldn't cause him the emptiness he was feeling. Damn bastard probably didn't even feel. Didn't seem to have a heart. What he wouldn't give to get Evie to take him wherever she and Trey lived and shag her right then and there and have the sick bastard come walk in on them, and then he'd fight with him and get the upperhand. He could beat him. There would be no whore this time, no Morgana. Freaking slut! Ugh! What he wouldn't give to redo the year before Lydia was born or at least the night Evie was attacked. He would kill Trey right then and there.
It was awkward, to say the very least, and it was so easy to slip back into thinking of her as his wife. After all, it was easy to push the fact that she was probably sleeping with the enemy out of the way, wasn't it? It was for him after having drank as many beers as he already had. In fact, it was downright difficult right now not to ramble or start talking about the past, but he held his tongue because telling her the past would only scare her away. After all, she sounded downright convinced of whatever the hell Trey had told her about him. He, Casey Winslow, was some loser man to be hated, apparantly, caused her to miscarry the twins. At that thought he angrily took another sip of his drink, beginning to chug it after a while and ask for another, putting the money down on the bar.
What the hell was wrong with that bastard?! He killed Lydia and then he had to go kill the twins, too?! Damn him! He wanted nothing more than to go to wherever he was right now and torture him, cause him the pain he had caused him when he did all that and stole his wife, even if he couldn't cause him the emptiness he was feeling. Damn bastard probably didn't even feel. Didn't seem to have a heart. What he wouldn't give to get Evie to take him wherever she and Trey lived and shag her right then and there and have the sick bastard come walk in on them, and then he'd fight with him and get the upperhand. He could beat him. There would be no whore this time, no Morgana. Freaking slut! Ugh! What he wouldn't give to redo the year before Lydia was born or at least the night Evie was attacked. He would kill Trey right then and there.