Can't seem to sleep, thought I'd do Screed's side of it. This is branching off from S. Clark's 'Ramblings Before Last Call' and my own 'One For The Road.' Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website, to any DP and to anyone archiving the other two. Others please ask. Usual disclaimers apply.

"Two A.M."

By: Cousin Mary (Jenkins)

I know what you're thinkin' mate, you're probably callin' me the worst names all yer years can come up with, but ya don't understand. The minute you brung Baby-Jane down in ta my hidey-hole I fell fer her.

She's so pink, en soft and girly like, but then she's strong too. All heroic like, like Wonderwoman! Remember that show mate? Great TV that was. Anyhoos, Baby Jane is like that, willin' to risk her own sweet neck ta save the day, she could love a man fer ever if he let her. An' you won't, I knows it.

I've been buying 'er drinks, an' she's lettin' me. Talkin' ta me by and by too, cracking jokes, funny, smart, great ta be around. See 'er there all scribblin' on a coaster, to you I thinks, thought I'd give it’s a go too.

If I thought you'd be who she needs I'd let her alone, never one to be stickin' my nose in where it don'ts belong. But Vachenetti, ya gots ta know ya'll only leave this one too.

But I won'ts.

She has fruit in 'er veins, and fire in 'er eyes. Feisty she is. Full o' spunk. She's mad at ya now, ya stood 'er up again. I'd never do that ya know, 'specially if she wuz my bird. You'll be cursin' me tomorrows fer sure, and probably fer a good long time, but if I 'ave a chance, I gots ta go fer it. I'll put this 'ere note under yer door, it's sorta my confession I guess. I hopes you'll let me at least give it tha ol' college try. Fergive me mate, but I went an' fell fer those big baby blue peepers o' 'ers. More fool is me.

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