60.5 Acting Out (old prompt)
[Acting Out]
She can hardly keep from laughing and that would ruin the entire thing so she bites her bottom lip hard enough to quell the urge. Even then she almost spits her latte out when he sits down at the table across from her. It’s funnier than even she anticipated.
“Homework?” he asks, gesturing to the books spread out in front of her.
She nods, stalling so that she can answer in a semi normal tone of voice; you know that one that doesn’t sound like she’s about to bust something from holding laughter in. Someone ought to give her an academy award. “Sort of like pre-homework. Spanish class starts next week and I muy suck at it.”
“That’s not-if you need help, Spanish is one of the languages I’m fluent in,” Angel offers.
That spawns a burst of giggles that have no context in the conversation but she can’t help it. A girl can only pwn Meryl Streep for so long. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to get control of the seemingly spontaneous giggles. “I guess when you’re a really old guy-like a century or so-“
“Almost three,” Angel interrupts.
“Alright, I guess when you’re a really, really old guy, you’ve got lots of time to learn things. You should have gone for medical degree. Edward Cullen has three.” She takes a sip of her coffee, swallowing quickly to push more spontaneous giggles away.
That earns her a confused look. He’s lived with Lucy long enough to know who Edward Cullen is but he’s not certain why the fictional vampire is a subject of conversation right now. The confusion is followed by defensiveness-also a common leap when dealing with Lucy.
“I know eight different languages and I have rudimentary medical knowledge.”
“Rudimentary isn’t going to cut it with me. You know how accident prone I am. I think you need a medical degree or three. Maybe four,” Lucy declares, reaching across the table to pick up a Krispy Kreme donut and stuff half the pastry in her mouth. “Besides, you and Edward Cullen have so much in common.”
“What?” Confusion slash defense is back in full swing. Maybe he misheard her; her mouth was full.
“Angel, keep up,” Lucy insists, swallowing the last of the donut.
“I am not going to emulate or compete with a fictional character.”
The giggles bubble up in Lucy’s throat again because Angel has firmly affixed his bitch face and given his current condition, it’s hilarious. “You’re right. After all, Edward really should start emulating you.”
“Not to mention, I don’t sparkle,” Angel says dryly. He’d nearly had a fit when Lucy showed him the sparkling vampires. The hotel hadn’t been a fun place. Or at least it hadn’t been for Angel.
“Only in my eyes,” Lucy says as she hops up from the table, nearly choking on her laughter. Lorne pushes the kitchen door open and Lucy dodges, heading out toward the lobby.
“Lucikins…what ever-“
“Got to go, Lorne,” Lucy says, air kissing Lorne’s cheek as she brushes past him. Lorne turns his head, his gaze following her then he shrugs and turns his attention back to Angel, his jaw dropping a bit before he recovers.
“Angelcakes, loving the Liberace look.”
Lucy pauses in the lobby, waiting out the moment of silence. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near Angel in the next few moments but she has to stay for the end of the joke AKA Lorne enlightening Angel to the punchline.
Lucy was lucky Angel was a heavy sleeper but she’d been particularly careful anyway. It had taken an hour to achieve the proper coverage with the translucent glitter powder but when she was done, Angel hadn’t needed sunlight to sparkle.
“LUCY!!!!”
An hour well spent.
Lucy Locke
Btvs OC
631 words
She can hardly keep from laughing and that would ruin the entire thing so she bites her bottom lip hard enough to quell the urge. Even then she almost spits her latte out when he sits down at the table across from her. It’s funnier than even she anticipated.
“Homework?” he asks, gesturing to the books spread out in front of her.
She nods, stalling so that she can answer in a semi normal tone of voice; you know that one that doesn’t sound like she’s about to bust something from holding laughter in. Someone ought to give her an academy award. “Sort of like pre-homework. Spanish class starts next week and I muy suck at it.”
“That’s not-if you need help, Spanish is one of the languages I’m fluent in,” Angel offers.
That spawns a burst of giggles that have no context in the conversation but she can’t help it. A girl can only pwn Meryl Streep for so long. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to get control of the seemingly spontaneous giggles. “I guess when you’re a really old guy-like a century or so-“
“Almost three,” Angel interrupts.
“Alright, I guess when you’re a really, really old guy, you’ve got lots of time to learn things. You should have gone for medical degree. Edward Cullen has three.” She takes a sip of her coffee, swallowing quickly to push more spontaneous giggles away.
That earns her a confused look. He’s lived with Lucy long enough to know who Edward Cullen is but he’s not certain why the fictional vampire is a subject of conversation right now. The confusion is followed by defensiveness-also a common leap when dealing with Lucy.
“I know eight different languages and I have rudimentary medical knowledge.”
“Rudimentary isn’t going to cut it with me. You know how accident prone I am. I think you need a medical degree or three. Maybe four,” Lucy declares, reaching across the table to pick up a Krispy Kreme donut and stuff half the pastry in her mouth. “Besides, you and Edward Cullen have so much in common.”
“What?” Confusion slash defense is back in full swing. Maybe he misheard her; her mouth was full.
“Angel, keep up,” Lucy insists, swallowing the last of the donut.
“I am not going to emulate or compete with a fictional character.”
The giggles bubble up in Lucy’s throat again because Angel has firmly affixed his bitch face and given his current condition, it’s hilarious. “You’re right. After all, Edward really should start emulating you.”
“Not to mention, I don’t sparkle,” Angel says dryly. He’d nearly had a fit when Lucy showed him the sparkling vampires. The hotel hadn’t been a fun place. Or at least it hadn’t been for Angel.
“Only in my eyes,” Lucy says as she hops up from the table, nearly choking on her laughter. Lorne pushes the kitchen door open and Lucy dodges, heading out toward the lobby.
“Lucikins…what ever-“
“Got to go, Lorne,” Lucy says, air kissing Lorne’s cheek as she brushes past him. Lorne turns his head, his gaze following her then he shrugs and turns his attention back to Angel, his jaw dropping a bit before he recovers.
“Angelcakes, loving the Liberace look.”
Lucy pauses in the lobby, waiting out the moment of silence. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near Angel in the next few moments but she has to stay for the end of the joke AKA Lorne enlightening Angel to the punchline.
Lucy was lucky Angel was a heavy sleeper but she’d been particularly careful anyway. It had taken an hour to achieve the proper coverage with the translucent glitter powder but when she was done, Angel hadn’t needed sunlight to sparkle.
“LUCY!!!!”
An hour well spent.
Lucy Locke
Btvs OC
631 words