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Ieza tiredly rubbed her eyes as she glanced out over the park from her current position. It was late afternoon and she'd practically just woken up, but that was nothing new. She worked most nights running the club, well at least part of it, so her days were somewhat screwed. Up until six in the morning when they closed, bed by seven thirty after cleanup, up again by two or three, back to work at nine. It was a constant cycle, had been for the last three years. The stability from it all had been what had kept her sane for the most part. Still, she didn't have long to go, didn't have much work left before she would be a free woman. She sighed lightly at the thought, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jeans and allowing her body to fall backwards against the tree behind her. She felt like sitting down but she knew that the moment she did she would fall asleep and that would through her whole night out of whack. So, she was planning on pushing through a little longer so she could wake up entirely.
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Her eyes were fixed in front of her on a young family playing together. It was a scene she'd never really seen before, one she'd never experienced. Even as a child she'd not known it, yet she found that it didn't bring her to tears as it might have done seven or eight years ago. Pushing off the tree she decided she may as well do something useful and get organised for tonight. The idea of lunch was not one she was entertaining at the moment so she decided to go into town and just wander around, see if she could find anything remotely interesting to entertain her until eight when she would have to go and set up for tonight. Leaving her car parked near the park she walked the short distance into town. People stared, they always did. Word travelled fast in a small town and her reputation had not left her, even after this long. She'd learned to ignore it long ago, though each and every statement still annoyed her somewhat. Most people's opinions didn't matter to her, they rarely had. People were going to talk and no amount of kicking and screaming was going to change that so why bother? Let them talk, give them something to talk about.

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Dixie was hanging around in town for no reason other than the fact she really didn't know what else to do. She was on a break of her choosing from her music career and with all her kids out of the house it was just a ridiculous amount of free time now. At least on the road things were happening, she was in her tour bus, scenery, new towns and cities. Meeting weird people at rural gas stations. You know that fun stuff of life to keep her brain occupied.

<p>Walking around town might not be a country, or world tour but it was better than staring at the walls in her house and listening to the house settling creaking noises that scare her. Then as she continued her walk, her phone vibrated to alert her of a text, yanking the phone out of her pocket. "The higher ups want to see another release from you, please reconsider this indefinite vacation thing."

<p>Was her manager trying to get more work out of her, fact that he loved to forget or just flat out ignore was that she owner her record label. She did what she wanted to, any stock holders needed to have some faith and enough respect to let her be. But she spent just a little too much time looking down at her phone, as she then bumped into another woman after rounding the corner. <b>"Oh I'm Sorry darlin, was looking at my phone."</b> As if that wasn't obvious already.

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Someone ran into her and Ieza scowled a little bit despite the fact that the older woman apologised. She was hardly the type of person to simply take something and run with it. "Watch where you're going, Grandma, I don't care if you're looking at your phone or your bloody tits" she said, rolling her eyes a little bit. For someone whose voice was usually quite soft, Ieza had a harshness to it when annoyed. She may have respected the older men she spent her time with, moreso Ben than anyone else honestly.<br><br>

"And you should speak properly, what are you some sort of Southern hick or something?" She'd already decided that she didn't like the woman, she'd disrupted her musings.

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Swear if someone calls me grandma one more goddamn time this week, I'm not a grandma yet! Let me enjoy it! She yelled to herself in her mind. Her eyes coming up, off and away from her phone. <b>"No, just spent a lot of time in the south. Got a house there, well. Three actually but that ain't really important."</b> She'd picked it up for the most part living in mississippi, over the years but she had a place in tennessee and louisiana. The louisiana property kinda scared the shit out of her but it was nice.

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Ieza rolled her eyes a little, though she was trying to be polite to the other woman as much as she could. "Want to rub a little more of your wealth in someone's face?" she asked, snipping just a little bit. She hated it when people had the need to mention that they had money of some kind. Of course she had the money that she'd squirrelled away over the years but she wasn't about to rub it in people's faces. That was to save up for when Ben was unable to work, she would support them, not that he knew about it, even if he knew that she earned a lot of money for her former work.

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<b>"I wasn't rubbin' I just speak my mind darlin."</b> Dixie felt like the sarcasm was coming from a place that might be of concern, maybe she needed money? But the woman came off as one of those easily offended people. Dixie wasn't too sure about offering money without inadvertently pissing the gal off even more. When Dix gave away money it was always out of kindness she had more than she would ever need to spend so sharing it was always fun. She had the ability to change a life with money she could make up in a matter of hours.

<p>Give more than you take, Dixie did a lot of taking on a non monetary level. Opening the door to her vault was a way to stay out front of the karma beast. Offering cash was at the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed the urge. <b>"I'm Sorry."</b> Saying that was a serious strain, it almost made her angry feeling like she needed to say it. Her pride complex was weird.

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Ieza rolled her eyes "you don't speak about how much money you have in front of strangers, it's not polite" she said, scowling. Ieza by no way needed money. Even if Ben stopped supporting her tomorrow she had money saved up, she wasn't irresponsible, that is for sure.<br><br>

The woman then apologised and Ieza rolled her eyes but forced herself not to snap back. "The best people keep their money hidden, you never know who you're talking to, you could be speaking to someone sensitive" she said. Ben had taught her that, though. She still didn't know how much money he had and she found that she didn't care either.

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Dixie folded her hands at waist height, and chewed at her bottom lip. Looking just a tad wide eyed, she didn't feel like arguing with anyone and odd for her she didn't know what else to say. Not talking was her subconscious way to avoid yet another poor interaction with someone, she'd ruined enough friendships since she'd returned to Ashwick. This woman was a stranger but making anyone else dislike her, she'd count as another loss. <b>"Then I'll try to hide it more often."</b> Offering a smile, Dix trying to be cute and agreeable.

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Ieza wasn't sure if she wanted to hate the sweet way the woman was talking or just hate the woman herself. Then again, most people fell into that category with the former stripper and she definitely wasn't about to change that. Not trusting people was the best thing for her, at least at the moment. She was still not sure who was associated with Andy and who wasn't. While it was unlikely that this woman would be, the fact that she had money seemed to suggest a distinct possibility. "Are you always this fake or are you making an effort for me?".

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Dixie grinned and laughed a little as she began to reply being tickled and a bit relieved that the woman saw through what she was trying to do. <b>"I'm makin' an effort. Pretty girls deserve it."</b> Her compliment rolling off the tongue softly with a hint of her time acquired accent.

<P>Why did she always have to try to fuck everything? The wife she used to be and the loving mother she was and never stopped being knew it was bad, she didn't look kindly on the fact that she had almost no ability to hold back that teasing remark. But what the hell can you do? Especially in the face of something this attractive, this was what you should be doin'.

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