Chocolate #4, Amaretto #26, Vinegar #19
Title: A Sh*t Couple of Days
Prompt: Chocolate #4: frustration, Amaretto #26: break a leg, Vinegar #19: contents may be hot
Rating: PG13 for mild violence and language
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Paul Robinson, another unlucky schmuck
Summary: No definitive place in the timeline. Paul Robinson has been Firebird’s bodyguard since she was 12 and he’s the closest thing she has to a BFF. He takes his job very seriously, especially when he's been having a bad day...
“Paul,” Firebird said delicately.
Paul dropped the idiot that had been stupid enough to rush at Firebird with an ungraceful thump. “Yeah?”
“Is there something bothering you?”
“Why do you ask?”
Firebird looked pointedly at the man that was moaning in pain and feebly trying to get away. He wasn’t getting far, however, because his left leg was pointing in the wrong direction. “You don’t usually...break them.”
Paul looked down at the idiot too, glaring at the man as if it was his fault that Paul gave into his pent-up temper before sighing. “It’s been a shit couple of days.”
“Ah.” There was a short moment of silence then Firebird motioned to the man, “Would you like to take him back to the warehouse with us?”
Paul ignored the man’s panicky protests and fixed the sleeve of his suit jacket. “Nah, that’s okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, then.” Firebird stepped around the quivering remains of what used to be a street pusher with a big mouth and headed to the door.
Paul took a step to follow his boss then paused and looked down at the idiot.
“N-no!”
Without any other warning, Paul punted the man in the gut so hard that he gagged and threw up a little. Paul looked up to see Firebird watching him with one eyebrow raised.
Paul readjusted his sleeve again. “Now I’m good.”
Prompt: Chocolate #4: frustration, Amaretto #26: break a leg, Vinegar #19: contents may be hot
Rating: PG13 for mild violence and language
Characters: Firebird Blaze, Paul Robinson, another unlucky schmuck
Summary: No definitive place in the timeline. Paul Robinson has been Firebird’s bodyguard since she was 12 and he’s the closest thing she has to a BFF. He takes his job very seriously, especially when he's been having a bad day...
“Paul,” Firebird said delicately.
Paul dropped the idiot that had been stupid enough to rush at Firebird with an ungraceful thump. “Yeah?”
“Is there something bothering you?”
“Why do you ask?”
Firebird looked pointedly at the man that was moaning in pain and feebly trying to get away. He wasn’t getting far, however, because his left leg was pointing in the wrong direction. “You don’t usually...break them.”
Paul looked down at the idiot too, glaring at the man as if it was his fault that Paul gave into his pent-up temper before sighing. “It’s been a shit couple of days.”
“Ah.” There was a short moment of silence then Firebird motioned to the man, “Would you like to take him back to the warehouse with us?”
Paul ignored the man’s panicky protests and fixed the sleeve of his suit jacket. “Nah, that’s okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, then.” Firebird stepped around the quivering remains of what used to be a street pusher with a big mouth and headed to the door.
Paul took a step to follow his boss then paused and looked down at the idiot.
“N-no!”
Without any other warning, Paul punted the man in the gut so hard that he gagged and threw up a little. Paul looked up to see Firebird watching him with one eyebrow raised.
Paul readjusted his sleeve again. “Now I’m good.”