Past-Part Fills Part 7

Feb 27, 2011 12:31



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Past-Part Fills Part Seven

Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.

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the beginning of all commotions [8/?] anonymous March 12 2012, 06:30:01 UTC
She must have missed him earlier, though how she’d done so, she wasn’t quite sure, since this man was much taller than Mister Fox and more broad-shouldered. The dark suit he wore hid most of his muscular physique, but Angeline guessed that he could hurt someone if he really wanted to, even if it was a little difficult to imagine him wanting to hurt anyone right this moment.

Not when he was in the middle of prying an angry cat off one of the wall-mounted shelves with one hand and trying to keep a picture from falling off the wall with another.

“Oh, uh... sorry,” the man who Angeline didn’t recognise said, his arms now full of Monet and vicious, feline fury. “She was just outside the bar, and I didn’t notice she had followed us in as well. Also, I didn’t mean to interrupt your discussion with Ki…uh, I mean, with Mister Fox.”

The cat bristled, growling under her breath. He continued to stroke her gently behind her ears and after several flicks of the tail, she stopped, and began licking at one white paw instead.

Angeline could only stare wordlessly at both man and cat, before she straightened her glasses once more. “If she rips up the upholstery, I’m afraid I would have to charge you, Mister...?”

“Herakles. Just ‘Herakles’ is fine,” the man said, giving her a sheepish grin. “I’ll keep her away from the furniture, don’t worry.”

There were several minutes of silent awkwardness, as Angeline said nothing, scrutinizing Herakles with a slight frown, as if she were assessing the truth of his words in keeping the cat from vandalizing her bar.

“I didn’t know your cousin hired someone new,” she finally said, turning back to the man sitting at the counter, riffling through her cards.

“My cousin did not hire him,” he replied simply, his gaze still fixed on his glass. “He is just... ah, returning a favour.”

Another pause.

Shuffle, shuffle, square.

“So you finally got laid, Mister Fox. Congratulations.”

A stifled cough.

“He’s been laid before.” Herakles added helpfully, as the cat purred from his arms.

A louder cough this time.

“I really do not see how my preference in bedding positions fits into this discussion.”

Angeline’s lips tugged upwards humorously. “I never brought that up, my good sir. You did.”

Mister Fox stared at his glass, seeming to have decided that, at this point, it was truly fascinating.

“... Do you have a favourite spot?” Herakles asked, a faraway look within his green eyes, as if he’d reached an epiphany after a moment of quiet contemplation.

“I-I beg your pardon?”

“On the bed. Do you have a favourite sleeping spot?”

“Oh,” Mister Fox flushed slightly. “Well, ahh...I..”

Angeline cleared her throat noticeably. “Gentlemen, please. I understand the amorous possibilities that may have occurred between you, but really, if you’re going into details here, I would appreciate you just leave me to my daily duties. I am a little behind time as it is.”

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