YAYAY!
So I finally finished C&R10. Now Jools can stop nagging me for it. And start nagging me for 11. >:|
A little excerpt because I love this part:
“You took something of mine,” he continued, “and I want it back.”
I fidgeted where I stood, shifting from one leg to the other as I examined the tops of my sneakers intently. I had a feeling things were about to get interesting.
“I took a lot of things, how about being more specific?”
See? Open mouth, sass comes out. It’s like I was engineered this way. I could almost hear the guy’s blood pressure rise.
“You are outnumbered and out-gunned missy, it would be wise of you not to be smart with me.” His face flushed red with anger at my less-than-suitably cowed tone.
Aw dammit, now he’d gone and called me missy. That was just condescending… and I couldn’t have that.
“Well, see, here’s the way it looks to me. You come into my life, break my pretty toys, threaten my friends, and then go and call me things like missy, and frankly all you’re doing is pissing me off.” I smiled as I said this, but had Jake been there, he would have known it wasn’t a happy smile. It was a one-move-and-Jez-is-gonna-choke-a-bitch smile. “So we kind of have two choices. One; you tell me, in specific terms what it is you’re looking for, and I see about getting it back to you. Or two; you fuck around with this macho bullshit, piss me off some more, I get rowdy and probably get my ass killed, and you’re still without whatever it is you want.”
Mr. Banker at my side shuddered slightly, but I had a feeling it was more from suppressed laughter than anything else.
“So, what are we going to do? Because if you’re going to kill me, could you at least give me a couple of hours to go and get freaky with my neighbour first? We’re suffering from unrequited sexual tension; and I’d hate to take that to my grave.”
What did I tell you? Sass. I just can’t help it.
A little excerpt because I love this part:
“You took something of mine,” he continued, “and I want it back.”
I fidgeted where I stood, shifting from one leg to the other as I examined the tops of my sneakers intently. I had a feeling things were about to get interesting.
“I took a lot of things, how about being more specific?”
See? Open mouth, sass comes out. It’s like I was engineered this way. I could almost hear the guy’s blood pressure rise.
“You are outnumbered and out-gunned missy, it would be wise of you not to be smart with me.” His face flushed red with anger at my less-than-suitably cowed tone.
Aw dammit, now he’d gone and called me missy. That was just condescending… and I couldn’t have that.
“Well, see, here’s the way it looks to me. You come into my life, break my pretty toys, threaten my friends, and then go and call me things like missy, and frankly all you’re doing is pissing me off.” I smiled as I said this, but had Jake been there, he would have known it wasn’t a happy smile. It was a one-move-and-Jez-is-gonna-choke-a-bitch smile. “So we kind of have two choices. One; you tell me, in specific terms what it is you’re looking for, and I see about getting it back to you. Or two; you fuck around with this macho bullshit, piss me off some more, I get rowdy and probably get my ass killed, and you’re still without whatever it is you want.”
Mr. Banker at my side shuddered slightly, but I had a feeling it was more from suppressed laughter than anything else.
“So, what are we going to do? Because if you’re going to kill me, could you at least give me a couple of hours to go and get freaky with my neighbour first? We’re suffering from unrequited sexual tension; and I’d hate to take that to my grave.”
What did I tell you? Sass. I just can’t help it.