Fangs Part 11
anonymous
January 19 2009, 04:23:02 UTC
“Don’t mention it,” she slithered out of his grasp with the blouse in one hand and hopped up the stairs to let herself in. “Are you coming?”
Inner-Neil laughed himself sick at the choice of words. Allelujah told him to shut the hell up and accepted her invitation.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” She wheeled on him the instant he was inside, glad to be out of the cold. “That thing back there…” Sumeragi halted, looking bewildered as she rubbed her temples. She sighed through her nose, squared her shoulders, and launched into him with a tone that reminded him of a used car salesman. “You asked me what I do, right? I temp, mostly. The place I’m at right now is having a big shindig. Our quarterly returns were much higher than expected, so that’s cause for free food and some drinks. And…well…I don’t have a date.”
He honestly couldn’t tell if she was joking.
“I just came up with this ten seconds ago, so, yeah,” she trailed off lamely. “It’s just that I can’t stand hearing Beth and Linda and all the other girls brag about their rich boyfriends and doctor-fiancées. It’s enough to drive a girl crazy! I figured putting on that little show would get them to stop asking me how my love life is going like I’m some sort of charity case. And now that the cat’s out of the bag, I can’t show up without someone. I would never live it down.”
Now it was Allelujah’s turn to rub his temples. What was it with this woman and her ability to complicate even simplest of situations? “You think a ‘kid’ you barely know is going to let you get back at women who are marrying doctors?”
“Oh, please,” she snorted. “They have the money, but you’re so much better looking than all of them that it’s not even funny. If I show up with someone like you as my arm candy, I’ll blow them all out of the water.”
He felt like laughing. Instead, he said, “Sure, why not?”
Inner-Neil laughed himself sick at the choice of words. Allelujah told him to shut the hell up and accepted her invitation.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” She wheeled on him the instant he was inside, glad to be out of the cold. “That thing back there…” Sumeragi halted, looking bewildered as she rubbed her temples. She sighed through her nose, squared her shoulders, and launched into him with a tone that reminded him of a used car salesman. “You asked me what I do, right? I temp, mostly. The place I’m at right now is having a big shindig. Our quarterly returns were much higher than expected, so that’s cause for free food and some drinks. And…well…I don’t have a date.”
He honestly couldn’t tell if she was joking.
“I just came up with this ten seconds ago, so, yeah,” she trailed off lamely. “It’s just that I can’t stand hearing Beth and Linda and all the other girls brag about their rich boyfriends and doctor-fiancées. It’s enough to drive a girl crazy! I figured putting on that little show would get them to stop asking me how my love life is going like I’m some sort of charity case. And now that the cat’s out of the bag, I can’t show up without someone. I would never live it down.”
Now it was Allelujah’s turn to rub his temples. What was it with this woman and her ability to complicate even simplest of situations? “You think a ‘kid’ you barely know is going to let you get back at women who are marrying doctors?”
“Oh, please,” she snorted. “They have the money, but you’re so much better looking than all of them that it’s not even funny. If I show up with someone like you as my arm candy, I’ll blow them all out of the water.”
He felt like laughing. Instead, he said, “Sure, why not?”
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8D Do proceed. If this is what you call a "short", the thought of a saga makes OP's mouth (and pants) water.
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