Zed is still trying to figure out how the hell he ended up in a charity gig for the goddamn bar. Must have been some fit of insanity. Or maybe some bastard spiked his drink. Anything's possible
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He doesn't have to wait long for a reply. Goldy swings the door open quite promptly.
"Oh, hello," she greets, "I wasn't sure if you'd show up or not."
Judging by her happy smile though, she's glad that he did.
Apparently, she had a pretty swanky date in mind when she bid on Zed, as indicated by the glamorous dress she's squeezed herself into. And when we say 'squeezed' we actually mean 'shattered the laws of physics'. Maybe Zed, with all his knowledge of multiversal science, knows how her ample bosom is staying within the confines of the flimsy material, and not spilling out for all the world to see. Because this narrator certainly doesn't.
"Come in," she says, standing aside. "I'm not quite ready yet."
Even by the standards of the Men in Black, Zed is hard to impress, but at the sight of Goldy--for just a moment--his eyes bulge to match that bosom. Fortunately, they too manage not to pop out of their restraints.
"Nice place," he finally manages to say--after she's already headed back to finish off whatever last touches she's planning. He spends the time eyeballing the sumptuous armchairs, and finally picks one to settle in.
Well, that was a mistake. Now he's not sure he's leaving it.
"Thanks," Goldy chirps back from her bedroom, where she's applying the final primps and hairspray to her gloriously coiffured locks. They usually look nice, but tonight they look absolutely stunning. A man could be blinded by their luster alone, to say nothing of the intricacy of the styling.
"I just upgraded. I'm rather fond of it myself."
She saunters back into the living area and over to the liquor cabinet.
Blithely unaware of Zed's battle against the maximum comfort of her Barcalounger Rio, which Eros had nearly given himself a hernia moving in, Goldy takes out a fine crystal tumbler, and fills it with a healthy measure of Elijah Craig. Looking around, it's clear that no expense has been spared on any element of the Fable's new residence. She's living the high life now. And not the cheap Miller endorsed version.
"There you go," she says as she hands the drink to Zed.
She then returns to the makeshift bar area, and starts fixing herself a Singapore Sling.
"Could be more trouble with our Old Friends, but don't get me started on that tonight."
"I'd rather talk about the mayhem Walters and Maxwell and the rest of you are going to inflict on each other once my people get the Rollerball arena trials done."
"Oh yes, I'd almost forgotten about that," Goldy lies. Displays of excessive excitement and eagerness are a Steph Brown trait, not a Goldilocks one. Even when the anticipated activity is violence related.
She gives the mixer a lazy shake, then strains the contents into the waiting glass.
"I've got a couple of other willing volunteers. Batgirl and Mary Anne Bell. Both rank highly in the kick-ass female stakes."
"The more chaos the better. Best way I can think of to test the new HQ's defense systems. If you people can't bring the goddamn place down again, then nothing will."
"Just have to see if I can get Bill Pardy to strap on some body armor and get himself into the middle of it," Zed chuckles.
"Friend of yours?" Goldy wonders, as she sashays over to the luxurious-looking sofa and subsequently arranges herself upon it. She seems to remember the name from the Black Oil briefing, but she can't connect it to anyone she worked alongside.
"Or some numskull who needs to get pulverized by a force of hot chicks and little guys with great hair."
Goldy chuckles softly, and helps herself to a sip of her drink.
"That's not very nice," she then advances, her tone as smooth as silk. She's smirking of course, as if that needs to be confirmed. "A fine upstanding Agent like yourself, fucking with people's heads for no reason. I thought you delegated such despicable behavior to nasty characters like me."
Truth be known, she's pleased by the fact that he engages in it himself.
"Oh, I do it all the time," she admits, without the slightest hint of apology, "to pretty much everyone."
"I'm all about equal rights when it comes to fucking with people's heads. Some people are easier targets than others though. The more gullible they are, the more fun it is to fuck with them. And Steph rates pretty highly on the gullibility scale."
"You think I haven't already told her that to her face?" Goldy snorts.
"Come on, Zee. She knows I love her, and she fucks with me just as much in return. Perhaps not quite as competently, but it's the thought that counts."
"Oh, hello," she greets, "I wasn't sure if you'd show up or not."
Judging by her happy smile though, she's glad that he did.
Apparently, she had a pretty swanky date in mind when she bid on Zed, as indicated by the glamorous dress she's squeezed herself into. And when we say 'squeezed' we actually mean 'shattered the laws of physics'. Maybe Zed, with all his knowledge of multiversal science, knows how her ample bosom is staying within the confines of the flimsy material, and not spilling out for all the world to see. Because this narrator certainly doesn't.
"Come in," she says, standing aside. "I'm not quite ready yet."
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"Nice place," he finally manages to say--after she's already headed back to finish off whatever last touches she's planning. He spends the time eyeballing the sumptuous armchairs, and finally picks one to settle in.
Well, that was a mistake. Now he's not sure he's leaving it.
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"I just upgraded. I'm rather fond of it myself."
She saunters back into the living area and over to the liquor cabinet.
"Bourbon, I presume?"
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Fuck! This thing's worse than an Engulfer from Vixtix III.
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"There you go," she says as she hands the drink to Zed.
She then returns to the makeshift bar area, and starts fixing herself a Singapore Sling.
"So, what's new with you, Zee?"
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"I'd rather talk about the mayhem Walters and Maxwell and the rest of you are going to inflict on each other once my people get the Rollerball arena trials done."
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She gives the mixer a lazy shake, then strains the contents into the waiting glass.
"I've got a couple of other willing volunteers. Batgirl and Mary Anne Bell. Both rank highly in the kick-ass female stakes."
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"Just have to see if I can get Bill Pardy to strap on some body armor and get himself into the middle of it," Zed chuckles.
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"Or some numskull who needs to get pulverized by a force of hot chicks and little guys with great hair."
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"But that doesn't mean I can't fuck with his head now and then."
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"That's not very nice," she then advances, her tone as smooth as silk. She's smirking of course, as if that needs to be confirmed. "A fine upstanding Agent like yourself, fucking with people's heads for no reason. I thought you delegated such despicable behavior to nasty characters like me."
Truth be known, she's pleased by the fact that he engages in it himself.
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"'Sides, tell me you don't do the same to Brown every chance you get."
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"I'm all about equal rights when it comes to fucking with people's heads. Some people are easier targets than others though. The more gullible they are, the more fun it is to fuck with them. And Steph rates pretty highly on the gullibility scale."
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"Come on, Zee. She knows I love her, and she fucks with me just as much in return. Perhaps not quite as competently, but it's the thought that counts."
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