Fic: Daily Grind (8/365, Multi Pairing, PG)
Title: Daily Grind
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG to start, likely will go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Angelina Love & Trish Stratus featuring in this part
Prompt: #161 - Angel/Angelic ;; My Table
Summary: All they have to do is survive one year, how hard could it be?
Notes: A/U, so what I say goes. See previous parts for notes
Previously: Memories
Angelina tousled her loose hair, the blonde woman currently standing on the balcony adjoining the kitchen of the Bischoff family mansion. Trish soon joined her, offering her cousin a glass of red wine as they watched the sun set on the San Francisco bay. Inside, Amy and Jamie were making fresh pasta to go along with a homemade pesto sauce, pan-seared chicken and roasted vegetables; the redhead having stopped at for ingredients after leaving the Bischoff Real Estate and Investment Firm.
“Dinner’s ready,” Jamie informed her sister and cousin, fully sliding the glass door open and bringing out a tray. “Ames said that we could just eat outside, if we wanted to.”
“Sounds good,” Trish replied as she set down her glass, “is there anything we can do to help?”
Jamie shook her head as she set down the tray of vegetables, “nope, we’ve got this… you and Angel can just sit back and chillax.”
Trish rolled her eyes a little but took a seat at the patio table, questioning gaze soon turning towards Angelina. “So, spill… what’s got you all ruffled?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well duh, you’re bothered about something,” Trish arched an eyebrow, “and don’t even try to lie to me, Angie, I know you.”
Angelina made a face, setting her glass down as she also took a seat, “it’s the interior decorator that Ames recommended. Mind you, I trust her judgment but he’s just so…” She paused, trying to find the words to properly convey her first impression. “He’s so infuriating,” she said finally, “even from a brief conversation.”
Trish canted her head a little, “there’s no saying you have to be nice if he’s not going to be.”
Angelina grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes, “I wasn’t planning on it, Trishers. If he wants to be difficult, I’ll show him difficult;” and then she raised her glass in a toasting gesture, “after all, I wouldn’t be a Bischoff if I wasn’t a little evil, right?”
Toasting to that, Trish added her verbal agreement. Granted, their Uncle Eric was a rare breed and quite possibly the most conniving of their extended family, but that wasn’t to say that everyone in the family was entirely angelic, either.
Author: Kori/justagirl8225
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG to start, likely will go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Angelina Love & Trish Stratus featuring in this part
Prompt: #161 - Angel/Angelic ;; My Table
Summary: All they have to do is survive one year, how hard could it be?
Notes: A/U, so what I say goes. See previous parts for notes
Previously: Memories
Angelina tousled her loose hair, the blonde woman currently standing on the balcony adjoining the kitchen of the Bischoff family mansion. Trish soon joined her, offering her cousin a glass of red wine as they watched the sun set on the San Francisco bay. Inside, Amy and Jamie were making fresh pasta to go along with a homemade pesto sauce, pan-seared chicken and roasted vegetables; the redhead having stopped at for ingredients after leaving the Bischoff Real Estate and Investment Firm.
“Dinner’s ready,” Jamie informed her sister and cousin, fully sliding the glass door open and bringing out a tray. “Ames said that we could just eat outside, if we wanted to.”
“Sounds good,” Trish replied as she set down her glass, “is there anything we can do to help?”
Jamie shook her head as she set down the tray of vegetables, “nope, we’ve got this… you and Angel can just sit back and chillax.”
Trish rolled her eyes a little but took a seat at the patio table, questioning gaze soon turning towards Angelina. “So, spill… what’s got you all ruffled?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well duh, you’re bothered about something,” Trish arched an eyebrow, “and don’t even try to lie to me, Angie, I know you.”
Angelina made a face, setting her glass down as she also took a seat, “it’s the interior decorator that Ames recommended. Mind you, I trust her judgment but he’s just so…” She paused, trying to find the words to properly convey her first impression. “He’s so infuriating,” she said finally, “even from a brief conversation.”
Trish canted her head a little, “there’s no saying you have to be nice if he’s not going to be.”
Angelina grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes, “I wasn’t planning on it, Trishers. If he wants to be difficult, I’ll show him difficult;” and then she raised her glass in a toasting gesture, “after all, I wouldn’t be a Bischoff if I wasn’t a little evil, right?”
Toasting to that, Trish added her verbal agreement. Granted, their Uncle Eric was a rare breed and quite possibly the most conniving of their extended family, but that wasn’t to say that everyone in the family was entirely angelic, either.