TM Prompt #319: Friday
"You should know Friday is always a busy night for me darling."
Heather sighs and shakes her head a little. Darling yet. Aurora is, no matter how you cut it, a mistress of seduction, flirtation, and indeed all arts of love... and Walter is falling for it hook, line, and sinker. It's ridiculous - Aurora is twenty-two, Walter is into his thirties. The man is a scientist... but here he is, acting like a teenager.
"You want another beer, boss lady?"
Heather turns and looks down, smiling. "No thanks. Hey. Eugene? Do you understand love?"
The stocky dwarf considers this for a moment, looking a touch startled. "No," he finally answers cheerfully.
"Neither do I," Heather says, heading towards the lane. It's her turn, and she's eager to bowl a strike or two in order to knock Kyle down a peg. She completely misses the look Eugene gives her before he heads to the bowling lane's bar.
She's close - a spare. Walter cheers, and Kyle makes a face at her.
"We should do this every friday," he opines. "There's something about the scent of polish..."
"...and stinky shoes," Aurora reminds him.
"Fine with me," Heather says. "It's not like I'm out tearing it up at the clubs on friday nights." She raises an eyebrow at Aurora, who feigns innocence.
"Okay, here we go," Heather says, winding up. The pins go crashing down, and she whoops with triumph. Her team hoots along with her, and Heather grins at the sound. You'd almost mistake them for a family, at times like this. She hopes it lasts.
Companion piece to this.
Heather sighs and shakes her head a little. Darling yet. Aurora is, no matter how you cut it, a mistress of seduction, flirtation, and indeed all arts of love... and Walter is falling for it hook, line, and sinker. It's ridiculous - Aurora is twenty-two, Walter is into his thirties. The man is a scientist... but here he is, acting like a teenager.
"You want another beer, boss lady?"
Heather turns and looks down, smiling. "No thanks. Hey. Eugene? Do you understand love?"
The stocky dwarf considers this for a moment, looking a touch startled. "No," he finally answers cheerfully.
"Neither do I," Heather says, heading towards the lane. It's her turn, and she's eager to bowl a strike or two in order to knock Kyle down a peg. She completely misses the look Eugene gives her before he heads to the bowling lane's bar.
She's close - a spare. Walter cheers, and Kyle makes a face at her.
"We should do this every friday," he opines. "There's something about the scent of polish..."
"...and stinky shoes," Aurora reminds him.
"Fine with me," Heather says. "It's not like I'm out tearing it up at the clubs on friday nights." She raises an eyebrow at Aurora, who feigns innocence.
"Okay, here we go," Heather says, winding up. The pins go crashing down, and she whoops with triumph. Her team hoots along with her, and Heather grins at the sound. You'd almost mistake them for a family, at times like this. She hopes it lasts.
Companion piece to this.