[Fanfiction] Silence Is Bliss
Title: Silence is Bliss
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: Daisy + Roxy
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~800
Notes: This is Sheera's fault.
Summary: Roxy finally thought of a way to stop Daisy from talking.
Silence is Bliss
Part 1
Most people I meet are assholes, insufferable know-it-alls that believe they can park wherever they want whenever they want and no one has the right to punish them.
Which is a pile of shit.
Daisy isn’t that bad though. She’s a flighty, self-absorbed twit who believes in two things: money and sex. Between stories of her sexual exploits, she tries to take advantage of the souls she reaps (though Rube’s slowly beating that out of her). She’s not an idiot like Mason even if she sometimes acts like it. I know toilet-seat-girl’s noticed it too; but Daisy “I-only-have-fluff-between-my-ears Adair” is a better actress than I first gave her credit for.
That doesn’t change the fact that the woman refuses to shut up! She just keeps on yattering on about how this look would suit me far better, how she knows an excellent stylist who could fix up my hair in a jiffy - as if I wanted that.
Sometimes I really miss Betty.
I think it was after we drank champagne at George’s new tombstone that I finally figured out a way to shut her up. The alcohol loosened me up a little, so I agreed to give Daisy a lift home while George and Rube bonded (they’re good for each other; she keeps him from getting stagnant, and he helps her grow). Amusing as her stories about Mason’s attempts at flirting were, they got a little boring after a while.
And then I got the idea. “Daisy?”
“Yes dahlin’?”
“Shut up.” I kissed her.
Blessed silence followed.
Part 2
Of course, that didn’t last long.
As I said, Daisy does not know how to keep quiet, so a few shocked seconds after the kiss she put her hands on her lips and grinned. “I shoulda known this would happen.” She declared with a knowing smile. “My beauty is unrivaled, after all, and it’s not like you were particularly subtle about your preference. The clothes, the hair, and your job! Darling, nobody works as a meter maid if they wouldn’t mind spending their life with a man with money. You might not be as pretty as me, but you aren’t that bad looking.”
Why that self-absorbed little… “I’m dead! Why would I marry-“
“Exactly my point.” She beamed, picking up her purse and her scattered junk in a series of quick movements, turning away from me. I opened my mouth to ream her a new one but no words could properly express my feelings. A punch would’ve done the trick but she was already out of reach. “You, are one of the many women who just aren’t wired that way.” She continued, giving me a look of sympathy I wanted to wash off her pretty face with something dangerous (acid, bleach, grease from a MacDonald’s waste bin…) “Now, I think it’s time you go home. Your day job starts early, doesn’t it?”
“I just wanted you to shut up!” I barked, grabbing her shoulder to turn her around to face me. “Is that too much to ask for?”
Those wide blue eyes just looked at me for a thoughtful moment, and then she kissed me. It was an aggressive kiss that gave me the choice of kissing back or stepping away. I never back away from a fight.
She pulled away first, face flushed with triumph. “See?!” She pushed me towards the door before I realized what was happening, kissing me again at the doorstep when I turned around to yell at her.
Then she pulled away and shut the door in my face. “See you tomorrow!”
“DAISY!” I can’t believe this! I tried to open the door but the little minx already locked it.
I was seriously considering climbing through a window so I could strangle her when George came into sight. When she saw me sitting on the step, she froze on the walkway, looking side-to-side for an escape path. “Um… Hi Roxy.”
“What?” I snarled.
“… Nothing, I don’t wanna know.” She muttered. “I’m going to go… somewhere… for some amount of time… Do you know how long you’ll be on the step?”
“I’m leaving.”
She almost jumped out of my way.
Seems like my epiphany caused more trouble than anything else. Go figure.
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: Daisy + Roxy
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~800
Notes: This is Sheera's fault.
Summary: Roxy finally thought of a way to stop Daisy from talking.
Silence is Bliss
Part 1
Most people I meet are assholes, insufferable know-it-alls that believe they can park wherever they want whenever they want and no one has the right to punish them.
Which is a pile of shit.
Daisy isn’t that bad though. She’s a flighty, self-absorbed twit who believes in two things: money and sex. Between stories of her sexual exploits, she tries to take advantage of the souls she reaps (though Rube’s slowly beating that out of her). She’s not an idiot like Mason even if she sometimes acts like it. I know toilet-seat-girl’s noticed it too; but Daisy “I-only-have-fluff-between-my-ears Adair” is a better actress than I first gave her credit for.
That doesn’t change the fact that the woman refuses to shut up! She just keeps on yattering on about how this look would suit me far better, how she knows an excellent stylist who could fix up my hair in a jiffy - as if I wanted that.
Sometimes I really miss Betty.
I think it was after we drank champagne at George’s new tombstone that I finally figured out a way to shut her up. The alcohol loosened me up a little, so I agreed to give Daisy a lift home while George and Rube bonded (they’re good for each other; she keeps him from getting stagnant, and he helps her grow). Amusing as her stories about Mason’s attempts at flirting were, they got a little boring after a while.
And then I got the idea. “Daisy?”
“Yes dahlin’?”
“Shut up.” I kissed her.
Blessed silence followed.
Part 2
Of course, that didn’t last long.
As I said, Daisy does not know how to keep quiet, so a few shocked seconds after the kiss she put her hands on her lips and grinned. “I shoulda known this would happen.” She declared with a knowing smile. “My beauty is unrivaled, after all, and it’s not like you were particularly subtle about your preference. The clothes, the hair, and your job! Darling, nobody works as a meter maid if they wouldn’t mind spending their life with a man with money. You might not be as pretty as me, but you aren’t that bad looking.”
Why that self-absorbed little… “I’m dead! Why would I marry-“
“Exactly my point.” She beamed, picking up her purse and her scattered junk in a series of quick movements, turning away from me. I opened my mouth to ream her a new one but no words could properly express my feelings. A punch would’ve done the trick but she was already out of reach. “You, are one of the many women who just aren’t wired that way.” She continued, giving me a look of sympathy I wanted to wash off her pretty face with something dangerous (acid, bleach, grease from a MacDonald’s waste bin…) “Now, I think it’s time you go home. Your day job starts early, doesn’t it?”
“I just wanted you to shut up!” I barked, grabbing her shoulder to turn her around to face me. “Is that too much to ask for?”
Those wide blue eyes just looked at me for a thoughtful moment, and then she kissed me. It was an aggressive kiss that gave me the choice of kissing back or stepping away. I never back away from a fight.
She pulled away first, face flushed with triumph. “See?!” She pushed me towards the door before I realized what was happening, kissing me again at the doorstep when I turned around to yell at her.
Then she pulled away and shut the door in my face. “See you tomorrow!”
“DAISY!” I can’t believe this! I tried to open the door but the little minx already locked it.
I was seriously considering climbing through a window so I could strangle her when George came into sight. When she saw me sitting on the step, she froze on the walkway, looking side-to-side for an escape path. “Um… Hi Roxy.”
“What?” I snarled.
“… Nothing, I don’t wanna know.” She muttered. “I’m going to go… somewhere… for some amount of time… Do you know how long you’ll be on the step?”
“I’m leaving.”
She almost jumped out of my way.
Seems like my epiphany caused more trouble than anything else. Go figure.