Etherdickery pt. 2
Shaking with fury I storm out of the place, which gives me just enough time to form a coherent argument before Sparks comes hurtling out after me. I'm not in the mood for banter though so I outline exactly what she's been up to, voice dripping frozen hatred. She tries denials, until they're ground into a paste by remorseless logic. She tries misdirection, which I see though. Ultimately she bounces the ball back into my court to try and regain the upper ground. "What do you want John?"
Ha, that one's easy. "I want you to leave me alone" I grate, simultaneously giving her a means of escape and and a mirzaba-like make-or-break test of her perfidity. Never let it be said I'm not a scientist to the core.
She fails. "No John, I won't let you go, not with you thinking those things about me." I should probably start looking for the mind wipe laser beam or something, but I'm fed up with the whole conversation and figure it's time to end it. I might be thoroughly outshone by the Adpet in most regards, but at least I have a better turn of speed that she does.
Or not. I'm not used to these stupid, tread-less, formal shoes and as I turn to run they slip out from under me. I catch my balance, but by the time I've turned around I've spent a whole lot of time getting nowhere and Sparks is back in front of me*. "Why?" is about all I can pick out of her incoherent wails at this point. Abruptly, undiplomatically, but oh so satisfyingly, I answer.
The slap stings like a sonovabitch and its surprising I don't clock her then and there, but a peculiar zen like calm caused by over exposure settles over me. I'm so far beyond irritated I'm out the other side, and just don't care anymore. With her trailing along behind me I just start the long walk home, utterly aloof to whatever else she might hurl at me. Until she takes a turn for the literal, and lobs a water balloon at the back of my head. Shocked, drenched and frozen in the cold weather, I stand stock still for a moment, until a second, confetti filled balloon follows.
Jesus wept. Dignity in shreds, yammering whore following me, I walk home courting lady thrombosis the whole way. Finally, I get to slam the blessed, reinforced door in her face and double lock it.
Never, never date your co-workers.
* Fuck you, 7 dice athletics pool, fuck you.
Ha, that one's easy. "I want you to leave me alone" I grate, simultaneously giving her a means of escape and and a mirzaba-like make-or-break test of her perfidity. Never let it be said I'm not a scientist to the core.
She fails. "No John, I won't let you go, not with you thinking those things about me." I should probably start looking for the mind wipe laser beam or something, but I'm fed up with the whole conversation and figure it's time to end it. I might be thoroughly outshone by the Adpet in most regards, but at least I have a better turn of speed that she does.
Or not. I'm not used to these stupid, tread-less, formal shoes and as I turn to run they slip out from under me. I catch my balance, but by the time I've turned around I've spent a whole lot of time getting nowhere and Sparks is back in front of me*. "Why?" is about all I can pick out of her incoherent wails at this point. Abruptly, undiplomatically, but oh so satisfyingly, I answer.
The slap stings like a sonovabitch and its surprising I don't clock her then and there, but a peculiar zen like calm caused by over exposure settles over me. I'm so far beyond irritated I'm out the other side, and just don't care anymore. With her trailing along behind me I just start the long walk home, utterly aloof to whatever else she might hurl at me. Until she takes a turn for the literal, and lobs a water balloon at the back of my head. Shocked, drenched and frozen in the cold weather, I stand stock still for a moment, until a second, confetti filled balloon follows.
Jesus wept. Dignity in shreds, yammering whore following me, I walk home courting lady thrombosis the whole way. Finally, I get to slam the blessed, reinforced door in her face and double lock it.
Never, never date your co-workers.
* Fuck you, 7 dice athletics pool, fuck you.