ND/Oakland details 1 (relationship)
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| - | The blonde stiffens up like you've slapped her in the face. 'Yes,' she snaps, 'I was.' You | + | The blonde stiffens up like you've slapped her in the face. 'Yes,' she snaps, 'I was.' |
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| + | You drink in silence for a while. Then she sighs. 'Look, when I first met Arthur I was just a girl, young and naïve. He was brilliant and charming and we... hit it off. At first I was a bit wary of him, but then I realized he'd actually fallen in love with me just as I had with him.' | ||
'So where did it go wrong?' you ask. | 'So where did it go wrong?' you ask. | ||
| - | 'The same place it did with his other three wives, I guess,' she says, | + | 'The same place it did with his other three wives, I guess,' she says, getting up and bringing back another pair of drinks. 'We just drifted apart. He had little time for anything but his work and I just wanted something more...' As she sits down with her drink the folds of her dressing gown come apart slightly. You can see just enough through them to figure she isn't wearing a bra underneath. |
| - | [[ND/ | + | [[ND/Oakland details 1 (document)|'So tell me about the document.']] |
| - | [[ND/ | + | [[ND/Oakland details 1 (ex-wives)|'Tell me about his other marriages.']] |
[[Category:Noir Detective]] | [[Category:Noir Detective]] | ||
Current revision as of 02:00, 19 September 2015
The blonde stiffens up like you've slapped her in the face. 'Yes,' she snaps, 'I was.'
You drink in silence for a while. Then she sighs. 'Look, when I first met Arthur I was just a girl, young and naïve. He was brilliant and charming and we... hit it off. At first I was a bit wary of him, but then I realized he'd actually fallen in love with me just as I had with him.'
'So where did it go wrong?' you ask.
'The same place it did with his other three wives, I guess,' she says, getting up and bringing back another pair of drinks. 'We just drifted apart. He had little time for anything but his work and I just wanted something more...' As she sits down with her drink the folds of her dressing gown come apart slightly. You can see just enough through them to figure she isn't wearing a bra underneath.
