Ficlet: This One's For the Girls (GH, Robin, Brenda, Maxie, Lana Verse)
Title: This One's For the Girls
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 10 - Massage
Pairing/Character(s): Robin, Brenda, Maxie, Lana, Bella, Gia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No one that first appeared on GH belongs to me.
Word Count: 1234
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: “Between our connections and resources, we could pretty much rule the world.”
Author's Notes: This is for normative_jean. Happy early birthday! Written for theechochorus.
Robin let out a low moan, as the pedicurist began to massage her feet. She managed to crack open her eyes and looked over at Maxie and Brenda who were situated in similar treatment chairs. “Whichever one of you is responsible for this, you have my undying gratitude.”
Brenda and Maxie looked at each other and smirked.
“It is pretty fabulous, isn’t it?” Maxie drawled. “But really it was a team effort.”
Brenda nodded. “Between our connections and resources, we could pretty much rule the world.”
“I’d vote for you as long as this was in your platform,” Robin sighed happily, as she took a sip of the champagne that was waiting for her. Her eyes were about to slide back closed, when Lana walked back into the room. “Hey baby, how was your massage?”
Lana collapsed bonelessly into the treatment chair next to Robin’s. “I don’t think I want to ever move again.”
Maxie laughed. “That good, huh?”
Lana tilted her head to look at her godmother. “Maxie, have I ever told you before how much I love you? Because it’s nothing compared to how much I love you right now.”
“Hey, I helped too!” Brenda protested. “Where’s the love for me?”
“Oh, it’s there,” Lana murmured. She looked up at the waiter who stood attentively by her side. “Can I please have a glass of sparkling cider? Thanks.”
As he rushed off to provide it, she settled more comfortably into her chair, tightening the belt of the fluffy white robe she wore. She looked around the room curiously. “Where are Izzy and Gia?”
“I have told you a thousand times not to call me Izzy, Ali,” Bella scolded, as she walked back into the room hand in hand with Gia.
Lana smiled impishly. “But you’ll always be my Izzy, Bella.” Gia let go of Bella’s hand and ran towards Lana, giving her a hug. Surprised, Lana hugged her back awkwardly over the arm of the chair. “Hi there, munchkin. What’s up?”
Gia wrinkled her nose at Lana. “I am not a munchkin,” she sniffed. “Besides, I’m going to be taller than you eventually.”
“Ah, but until you are, I still get to call you munchkin,” Lana said with a grin, tapping her finger lightly on Gia’s nose.
“Hmph.” Gia walked away from Lana and headed over to Maxie’s chair. “Mama, when are we going to have lunch? Swimming made me hungry.”
“Not for awhile, baby girl,” Maxie said as she ran her hands over Gia’s wet hair. Seeing her face fall, she quickly added, “But don’t you want to have your nails painted like the rest of us? You could do that and then we can all have lunch together.”
Gia sighed heavily, a hint of a smile creeping around the corners of her mouth. “I guess that would be okay, too.” She grinned at Maxie. “Can I have any color I want?”
“Any color you want,” Maxie confirmed. “On your toes anyway.”
“Mama!” Gia protested, climbing into the chair next to Maxie’s.
“Gia!” Maxie returned. “You think that I wouldn’t be in trouble if I let you come home with some crazy color on your fingernails?”
“I thought you liked when Daddy yelled,” Gia said innocently. “You always kiss afterwards.”
The rest of the women in the room burst into laughter.
Maxie turned to them and hissed, “Shut up.” She refocused on her daughter. “What’s your price?”
“My price?” Gia looked confused.
“To get you to not say things that will make everyone else tease me,” Maxie elaborated. “You want new shoes, a pony, what?”
“Whatever it is, I’ll double it,” Brenda said, still laughing. “So keep that in mind, short stuff.”
“Everyone needs to stop calling me short!” Gia protested. “None of you are exactly giants.”
“I have at least three inches on the tallest of them,” Bella volunteered. “But I won’t call you short anymore, I promise.”
“Thank you, Bella,” Gia sniffed. She looked back at her mother. “I want to paint my fingernails bright orange.”
Maxie blinked. “What?”
“You asked what my price was. I want to paint my fingernails bright orange.”
“That’s it?” Brenda asked skeptically. “You’re thinking way too small.”
“Hey!”
“Shut up, Brenda,” Maxie gritted out. “That’s what you want?”
Gia nodded.
“Okay, but you have to promise not to say anymore things like that about me and Daddy.”
“I promise.”
Maxie looked at the nail technician who was waiting patiently by Gia’s chair. “She’d like orange, please. Thanks.”
“Thanks Mama!” Gia said happily, holding out her hand like she was queen of the world.
“Gee, I can’t imagine where she gets that from,” Robin snickered.
“Mom, be nice to Maxie,” Lana interjected.
“Thank you, Lana,” Maxie huffed. “I always knew I liked you more than your mother.”
“Maxie!” Robin yelped.
“I should come home more often,” Bella mused. “This is more entertaining than the backstage at a photo shoot.”
Zeroing in, Brenda turned to her daughter. “You should come home more often,” she said eagerly. “Don’t you feel bad that you’re missing out on seeing your surrogate nieces grow up? I mean, Lana’s practically an adult now…”
“Thanks for noticing!” Lana interjected, throwing a brilliant smile at Brenda.
“And Gia is growing up way too fast. Don’t you want to see all that?” Brenda finished, a hopeful smile on her face.
Bella rolled her eyes. “Nice try, Mom. New guilt tactics are a nice change of pace if nothing else.”
Brenda sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. “You don’t love me anymore.”
“Not when you’re like this I don’t,” Bella retorted.
Brenda’s jaw dropped. “Isabella Jane Jacks! You take that back.”
“Fine,” Bella relented. “But Mom, seriously, just because you were somehow able to base a successful modeling career out of Port Charles doesn’t mean that everyone can. Some of us have to actually go where the jobs are.”
“And you have to choose the jobs that are on the other side of the Atlantic?” Brenda argued. “What’s wrong with ones in New York?”
“Mom, you and Dad don’t even live in Port Charles full time!” Bella threw up her hands in the air. “Besides, don’t you like having the excuse to come to Paris to go shopping under pretenses of visiting me?”
“True,” Brenda conceded sheepishly.
Sensing a break in the debate, Robin jumped in. “Alright, now that we have that settled, I’d like to propose a toast. Does everyone have a glass?” Seeing everyone pick up their drinks, she continued. “To Brenda and Maxie for arranging this fabulous Mother-Daughter spa day. Feel free to be brilliant more often ladies.”
“To Brenda and Maxie,” Lana and Bella obediently chorused, while Gia exclaimed happily, “To Mama!”
Everyone drank, and looked back at Robin expectantly.
“And to my beautiful daughter. I can’t quite believe you’re sixteen years old. Could you maybe stop having birthdays?”
Lana grinned. “I don’t think so, Mom.”
“Fine,” Robin sniffed. “Happy Birthday, baby.”
“Happy Birthday Lana!” The rest of the women in the room echoed.
“Thank you all,” Lana acknowledged, as her dimples winked out at them. “Now, how old do I have to be before I can have some real champagne?”
Brenda, Maxie, and Bella all burst out into laughter, while Robin stared at Lana in horror.
The attendants all started shuffling around the women again, and spa day got back under way.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 10 - Massage
Pairing/Character(s): Robin, Brenda, Maxie, Lana, Bella, Gia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No one that first appeared on GH belongs to me.
Word Count: 1234
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: “Between our connections and resources, we could pretty much rule the world.”
Author's Notes: This is for normative_jean. Happy early birthday! Written for theechochorus.
Robin let out a low moan, as the pedicurist began to massage her feet. She managed to crack open her eyes and looked over at Maxie and Brenda who were situated in similar treatment chairs. “Whichever one of you is responsible for this, you have my undying gratitude.”
Brenda and Maxie looked at each other and smirked.
“It is pretty fabulous, isn’t it?” Maxie drawled. “But really it was a team effort.”
Brenda nodded. “Between our connections and resources, we could pretty much rule the world.”
“I’d vote for you as long as this was in your platform,” Robin sighed happily, as she took a sip of the champagne that was waiting for her. Her eyes were about to slide back closed, when Lana walked back into the room. “Hey baby, how was your massage?”
Lana collapsed bonelessly into the treatment chair next to Robin’s. “I don’t think I want to ever move again.”
Maxie laughed. “That good, huh?”
Lana tilted her head to look at her godmother. “Maxie, have I ever told you before how much I love you? Because it’s nothing compared to how much I love you right now.”
“Hey, I helped too!” Brenda protested. “Where’s the love for me?”
“Oh, it’s there,” Lana murmured. She looked up at the waiter who stood attentively by her side. “Can I please have a glass of sparkling cider? Thanks.”
As he rushed off to provide it, she settled more comfortably into her chair, tightening the belt of the fluffy white robe she wore. She looked around the room curiously. “Where are Izzy and Gia?”
“I have told you a thousand times not to call me Izzy, Ali,” Bella scolded, as she walked back into the room hand in hand with Gia.
Lana smiled impishly. “But you’ll always be my Izzy, Bella.” Gia let go of Bella’s hand and ran towards Lana, giving her a hug. Surprised, Lana hugged her back awkwardly over the arm of the chair. “Hi there, munchkin. What’s up?”
Gia wrinkled her nose at Lana. “I am not a munchkin,” she sniffed. “Besides, I’m going to be taller than you eventually.”
“Ah, but until you are, I still get to call you munchkin,” Lana said with a grin, tapping her finger lightly on Gia’s nose.
“Hmph.” Gia walked away from Lana and headed over to Maxie’s chair. “Mama, when are we going to have lunch? Swimming made me hungry.”
“Not for awhile, baby girl,” Maxie said as she ran her hands over Gia’s wet hair. Seeing her face fall, she quickly added, “But don’t you want to have your nails painted like the rest of us? You could do that and then we can all have lunch together.”
Gia sighed heavily, a hint of a smile creeping around the corners of her mouth. “I guess that would be okay, too.” She grinned at Maxie. “Can I have any color I want?”
“Any color you want,” Maxie confirmed. “On your toes anyway.”
“Mama!” Gia protested, climbing into the chair next to Maxie’s.
“Gia!” Maxie returned. “You think that I wouldn’t be in trouble if I let you come home with some crazy color on your fingernails?”
“I thought you liked when Daddy yelled,” Gia said innocently. “You always kiss afterwards.”
The rest of the women in the room burst into laughter.
Maxie turned to them and hissed, “Shut up.” She refocused on her daughter. “What’s your price?”
“My price?” Gia looked confused.
“To get you to not say things that will make everyone else tease me,” Maxie elaborated. “You want new shoes, a pony, what?”
“Whatever it is, I’ll double it,” Brenda said, still laughing. “So keep that in mind, short stuff.”
“Everyone needs to stop calling me short!” Gia protested. “None of you are exactly giants.”
“I have at least three inches on the tallest of them,” Bella volunteered. “But I won’t call you short anymore, I promise.”
“Thank you, Bella,” Gia sniffed. She looked back at her mother. “I want to paint my fingernails bright orange.”
Maxie blinked. “What?”
“You asked what my price was. I want to paint my fingernails bright orange.”
“That’s it?” Brenda asked skeptically. “You’re thinking way too small.”
“Hey!”
“Shut up, Brenda,” Maxie gritted out. “That’s what you want?”
Gia nodded.
“Okay, but you have to promise not to say anymore things like that about me and Daddy.”
“I promise.”
Maxie looked at the nail technician who was waiting patiently by Gia’s chair. “She’d like orange, please. Thanks.”
“Thanks Mama!” Gia said happily, holding out her hand like she was queen of the world.
“Gee, I can’t imagine where she gets that from,” Robin snickered.
“Mom, be nice to Maxie,” Lana interjected.
“Thank you, Lana,” Maxie huffed. “I always knew I liked you more than your mother.”
“Maxie!” Robin yelped.
“I should come home more often,” Bella mused. “This is more entertaining than the backstage at a photo shoot.”
Zeroing in, Brenda turned to her daughter. “You should come home more often,” she said eagerly. “Don’t you feel bad that you’re missing out on seeing your surrogate nieces grow up? I mean, Lana’s practically an adult now…”
“Thanks for noticing!” Lana interjected, throwing a brilliant smile at Brenda.
“And Gia is growing up way too fast. Don’t you want to see all that?” Brenda finished, a hopeful smile on her face.
Bella rolled her eyes. “Nice try, Mom. New guilt tactics are a nice change of pace if nothing else.”
Brenda sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. “You don’t love me anymore.”
“Not when you’re like this I don’t,” Bella retorted.
Brenda’s jaw dropped. “Isabella Jane Jacks! You take that back.”
“Fine,” Bella relented. “But Mom, seriously, just because you were somehow able to base a successful modeling career out of Port Charles doesn’t mean that everyone can. Some of us have to actually go where the jobs are.”
“And you have to choose the jobs that are on the other side of the Atlantic?” Brenda argued. “What’s wrong with ones in New York?”
“Mom, you and Dad don’t even live in Port Charles full time!” Bella threw up her hands in the air. “Besides, don’t you like having the excuse to come to Paris to go shopping under pretenses of visiting me?”
“True,” Brenda conceded sheepishly.
Sensing a break in the debate, Robin jumped in. “Alright, now that we have that settled, I’d like to propose a toast. Does everyone have a glass?” Seeing everyone pick up their drinks, she continued. “To Brenda and Maxie for arranging this fabulous Mother-Daughter spa day. Feel free to be brilliant more often ladies.”
“To Brenda and Maxie,” Lana and Bella obediently chorused, while Gia exclaimed happily, “To Mama!”
Everyone drank, and looked back at Robin expectantly.
“And to my beautiful daughter. I can’t quite believe you’re sixteen years old. Could you maybe stop having birthdays?”
Lana grinned. “I don’t think so, Mom.”
“Fine,” Robin sniffed. “Happy Birthday, baby.”
“Happy Birthday Lana!” The rest of the women in the room echoed.
“Thank you all,” Lana acknowledged, as her dimples winked out at them. “Now, how old do I have to be before I can have some real champagne?”
Brenda, Maxie, and Bella all burst out into laughter, while Robin stared at Lana in horror.
The attendants all started shuffling around the women again, and spa day got back under way.