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weldedtomyspine November 17 2011, 03:37:26 UTC
Speaking of teeny Jaime.

Hello, ringing phone.

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blondecanary November 17 2011, 03:39:56 UTC
Dinah abandoned her paper on South America-- wondering if some of it was going to disappear next-- and checked the Caller ID, then smiled as she answered. "Lancer Laundromat. Getting your jeans clean. What's your order?"

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weldedtomyspine November 17 2011, 03:51:06 UTC
"Someone spilled bleach on my favorite dress," Jaime answered with something approaching a straight face.

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blondecanary November 17 2011, 03:52:34 UTC
"Oh no, sir! Or madam." Dinah grinned and TK'd a drink to her hand. "What material is the dress made out of? And how soon do you need it?"

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weldedtomyspine November 17 2011, 03:57:06 UTC
"It's a silk-polyester-bamboo blend. And I need it for a hot date in an hour."

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blondecanary November 17 2011, 03:59:14 UTC
Dinah snickered, popping open the soda can. "Sir, I'm sorry, but we need at least three hours to reverse that kind of stain. May I suggest you buy something new? Maybe in velvet? It's very in this season."

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weldedtomyspine November 17 2011, 04:05:41 UTC
"But I picked this one out special!"

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blondecanary November 17 2011, 04:06:41 UTC
More giggling, and a sympathetic, "I'm sure your date loves you just as you are, sir."

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weldedtomyspine November 17 2011, 04:12:46 UTC
Jaime couldn't hold his face straight at that. "I'd stamp my foot indignantly, but I don't think it would carry over the phone."

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blondecanary November 17 2011, 04:14:25 UTC
"Ha!" Dinah hooted and chortled for a bit. "How's your week going aside from your dress trauma? Any bad guys? Any flashbacks to teeny-you?"

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weldedtomyspine November 17 2011, 04:22:57 UTC
"Speaking of teeny-me, you better not have any photos."

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blondecanary November 17 2011, 04:23:55 UTC
Cackling. Lots of cackling. "Ooooor?"

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weldedtomyspine November 17 2011, 04:31:13 UTC
"Or I'll think up some truly terrifying revenge?"

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blondecanary November 17 2011, 04:33:22 UTC
"Oh, I don't think anything is terrifying enough to make me give up photos of a six-year-old Jaime Reyes drinking cocoa with marshmallows. Or sacked out on my couch." Dinah grinned. "I already sent some to your mom."

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weldedtomyspine November 17 2011, 04:39:46 UTC
"You didn't!"

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blondecanary November 17 2011, 04:41:11 UTC
"She asked! When we talked on the phone! How was I supposed to tell Bianca no?" Dinah shook her head. "You're lucky I didn't send any to Paco, dude."

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