Jon Chess sat in the common room of the Pig & Whistle tavern, theoretically working on his case notes. Papers and notes covered the table in front of him, along with a tall pewter tankard of Gilnean Sparkling Water.
Jonathan had never even contemplated patronizing any of the "soiled doves" of the Stormwind alleys.before, but he thought about it now. Had the sparkling water actually been Abrosia, he might have followed through; as it was, all he felt was self-disgust that the thought would occur to him at all. Jonathan knew a number of Old Town whores as people, not defined by their profession. None of them sold their bodies because it was a chosen profession, There were many things worse - starvation. Debtors prison. Many of them had children - and Stormwind had enough orphans.
Thinking about it put things more in perspective for Chess. He may be broken-hearted, but others had many problems which were much worse.
His mind was not on his work. It was on her.
The strains of an itinerant bard's song ((and Gloria Estefan)) caused him to wish the Gilnean Sparking Water was Hearthglen Ambrosia.
To be completely honest it scares me to imagine
What life would be without you
And for this very reason, I ask you to forgive me
For what I'm putting us through
Although there are so many things against us, I've decided
That I'm not giving you
Thinking back, I see what we have is something different
I think we've known all along; so how fair would it be
To divide this love's existence between what's right and what's wrong.
And you, always wondering if we'll make it - time will tell you
That I'm not giving you up, no, no...
We'll find a way to be together however long it takes, wherever
If it means having you for only a moment
A moment just might be enough...
I'm not giving you up, no
No, I'm not giving you up, no
Screaming in the silence the promises we've spoken
Come back to haunt me, false
And broken quiet desperation to see we're lost forever
Searching for water in this dessert
No! I refuse to have to do without your kisses
I'm not giving you up
I'm not giving you up, no, no
We'll find a way to be together, however long it takes, wherever
If it means having you for only a moment
A moment just might be enough...
I'm not giving you up, no:
No, I'm not giving you up
Jonathan had never even contemplated patronizing any of the "soiled doves" of the Stormwind alleys.before, but he thought about it now. Had the sparkling water actually been Abrosia, he might have followed through; as it was, all he felt was self-disgust that the thought would occur to him at all. Jonathan knew a number of Old Town whores as people, not defined by their profession. None of them sold their bodies because it was a chosen profession, There were many things worse - starvation. Debtors prison. Many of them had children - and Stormwind had enough orphans.
Thinking about it put things more in perspective for Chess. He may be broken-hearted, but others had many problems which were much worse.
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