FF: MISchief Part 10
Title: MISchief (3rd in series)
Author: cn_rocks/CaseyROCKS
Pairing: C/O
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Poison 5-24 (kinda)
See part 1 for disclaimers.
Archive only with permission of author.
MISchief Part 10
(story 3 in the MIScommunication Series aka It Sucks To Be You Series)
By cn_rocks/CaseyROCKS
Pookie’s Piercings & Body Art
Greenwich Village
Sunday 6:45pm
“Okay, we’re almost done here. I just want to do some shading and you can see how it turned out. How you holding up?”
Casey sighed. “I think any alcohol left in my system bled out. But it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.” Casey sneezed, then wrinkled her nose at the odor that was wafting over the wall partition.
Dite reached for a small desktop fan, she stood up and set it up on the wall. She turned it on, then sat back down and removed her gloves. She tossed them away roughly, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“I really wish they wouldn’t do that while there are customers here. And they know....” She knocked on the wall and raised her voice so it would carry, “Mama don’t play that.” Dite pulled on a new pair of gloves.
“Sorry, Mom,” was yelled back by a couple of different voices. Giggles followed.
“Is that...?”
“Weed. You heard Jake mention a favorite blend. He wasn’t talking coffee. I guess he decided to share.”
“No, he didn’t.” Artie called back nice and loud. “You suck, boss.”
“Very we....” the voice was muffled mid-sentence. More laughter, then a groan.
Dite paused, shook her head and then went serious. “Y’all aren’t going to bust them for it, are ya? I like working here.” She picked up the needle gun.
“Liv’s the cop; I’m the attorney. Those other two are attorneys and you know Liz is a judge. Plus, you are holding that,” she pointed at the gun. “What do you think?”
Dite arched one eyebrow. “I think y’all have prime blackmail info for later.”
“Hmmm,” Casey tapped her chin and pretended to think. “Me too.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Besides, they are all adults and no one is driving tonight.”
Dite continued working on Casey. “They are only getting it second hand. They probably won’t even remember breathing it in. The others were pretty plastered when you came in.” She paused. “I doubt they are gonna remember much about today. It will probably just make them hungry and horny tonight and add to the hangover tomorrow.” Dite looked up. “So, how come you weren’t lit?”
“I cut myself off hours ago. I need to be sober when I get home. My girlfriend is waiting for me with a romantic dinner.”
“Well, then let’s finish up.” Dite returned her attention to the tattoo.
DOINK DOINK~~~