Butter Pecan 10, FOTD: Notes on a (Minor) Scandal
Title: Notes on a (Minor) Scandal
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Butter pecan 10 (spicy), FOTD (confute: to refute conclusively; to prove or show to be false), malt ((Pocky chain) five characters react to the same or a similar event in their own ways.), pocky chain, cookie crumbs (of the fifth section of this), cherry (palindrome), fresh peaches ( This morning's Moon conjunct Mercury increases the amount of incoming information...take everything you've gleaned with a grain of salt because conditions change).
Word Count: 900
Rating: R for non-explicit sexytiems and quite a lot of swearing.
Summary: Gail wants to kill people, Ivy is squicked, Jake is annoyed and Nathan is just laughing.
Notes: I seem to be in a Gail/Nathan mood recently. Hmm.
1) Nathan
This job. This damn job. They didn't need an architect, they needed a fucking babysitter. Explaining the plans, explaining the budget, explaining the plans again...
Screw that. He'd told them that today was his anniversary, and he was not by God going to spend it walking some idiot contractor through his designs for the fifteenth time. He was going home to his wife.
Or, well, to his wife's workplace, since Gail tended to spend a lot of time there when he was away. Displacing energy, probably. He'd get her, go home, and they'd celebrate.
Fuck this goddamn job anyway.
2) Jake
"Hey, Jake, is Gail in?"
Jake emerged blinking from a pile of paperwork. "Oh, hi, Mr. Kendall. She's in her office. She's... kind of in a bad mood, though."
Mr. Kendall grimaced. "Yeah, well, so am I. Probably for the same reason. I brought a bribe."
"That will probably help," Jake said, and decided that meant he didn't need to remind the man about his own anniversary. "Just head on back."
"Thanks," he said. "I hope you didn't need her for anything else today."
It took ten full minutes for Jake to get rid of the ensuing mental images.
3) Gail
She'd been cranky all day, ever since she woke up horny and husband-less for the fifth day running, and on her anniversary too. Damn it all. The rest of the day hadn't been any better.
Then Nathan walked in and she forgot her anger, forgot everything except that he was here and touching her and how very, very much she wanted him. Over a decade of marriage and that had never changed.
"Here? You sure?" he asked, five minutes later; ridiculous question, with her hands down his pants and his up her skirt.
"Don't stop," she gasped, in answer.
4) Ivy
"Hey, Jake, is Mom in?"
Jake stopped whatever he was doing and blinked up at Ivy for a moment, before saying, "Whoa. Déjà vu."
"Good for you," Ivy said. "Is Mom here or not? I need to talk to her."
"She is, but..." he put a hand out, blocking her way back to her mother's office as she started that way. "I wouldn't go back just yet."
"Why? She in a meeting?"
Jake actually blushed. Ivy watched with interest. "Not exactly, she's... your dad's been here for a while."
"Oh," Ivy said, blankly, then, as understanding set in, "Oh."
5) Jesse
"This is the worst assigment ever," Jesse said, focusing and unfocusing his camera.
Taylor Conlan rolled her eyes. "No scandals, no peccadillos-- even the kid was years ago. Not a damn thing to write about except that embezzlement case and she's barely involved."
"Yeah--" Jesse stopped, and focused. "Hello, what's this?"
"Huh?" Taylor scrambled over and peered at the office while he started taking pictures. "Is that..."
"That's an affair," Jesse said. "Look at them go. I... oh, gross, I don't need to see that." He turned away, mildly revolted.
"It's still boring," Taylor said. "But it's something."
6) Ivy
Number one on the list of things Ivy did not want to see in the mornings: a fuzzy photograph of her parents making out on the front cover of a tabloid, under the headline "AFFAIR SHOCKER."
She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk (causing three people to bump cartoonishly into each other, which would have amused her had she been paying attention) and stared. Affair? What the hell? It was a terrible picture, but even so her father was perfectly recognizeable.
The media was really just making shit up these days.
And she needed some brain bleach. Stat.
7) Gail
She had to fight to keep from ripping the tabloid to shreds. As it was, her hands clenched on the paper, which crumpled with a satisfying crunch.
"Mr. Berquist would like to speak with you immediately," Jake said, looking anywhere but at her. "And, um, I've had a number of calls from the media."
"I'm going to kill someone," Gail said, in a perfectly level tone. "Several someones. Starting with whoever took this picture."
"Yes, ma'am," Jake said, deadpan. "Shall I tell the police you were here all night?"
She balled the paper up and threw it at him.
8) Jake
"If I get one more call from the fucking media, I'm going to go apeshit," Jake said. "Cally fucking Elliot from the New York fucking Enquirer, my ass."
"Don't hold back, Jake," Emma said absently. "Tell us how you really feel."
"This is all that Clark asshole's fault!"
"Come again?" she asked. "I should think you'd blame Ms. Hirschfeld. For, you know, coming again."
He rolled his eyes. "A, that's gross. B, Clark's framejob is the only reason anyone cares. C, the world is in pretty sorry state if a married couple can't have sex."
"Not in the office."
9) Nathan
"It's humiliating," Gail said. She seemed more angry than upset, though. "I almost want to sue."
He ran a hand over her shoulders. "Could be worse. There's nothing too... risque about the pictures?"
She shook her head, leaned into his touch. "Just kissing. Thank God, because it'll blow over sooner." She paused, then added, "My boss was furious about the office part, but I think the rest amused him."
"What, the affair?" He'd laughed for a good fifteen minutes when he'd first heard that. Still made him grin. "Apparently I'm invisible."
"Not to me," she said, and he smiled.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Butter pecan 10 (spicy), FOTD (confute: to refute conclusively; to prove or show to be false), malt ((Pocky chain) five characters react to the same or a similar event in their own ways.), pocky chain, cookie crumbs (of the fifth section of this), cherry (palindrome), fresh peaches ( This morning's Moon conjunct Mercury increases the amount of incoming information...take everything you've gleaned with a grain of salt because conditions change).
Word Count: 900
Rating: R for non-explicit sexytiems and quite a lot of swearing.
Summary: Gail wants to kill people, Ivy is squicked, Jake is annoyed and Nathan is just laughing.
Notes: I seem to be in a Gail/Nathan mood recently. Hmm.
1) Nathan
This job. This damn job. They didn't need an architect, they needed a fucking babysitter. Explaining the plans, explaining the budget, explaining the plans again...
Screw that. He'd told them that today was his anniversary, and he was not by God going to spend it walking some idiot contractor through his designs for the fifteenth time. He was going home to his wife.
Or, well, to his wife's workplace, since Gail tended to spend a lot of time there when he was away. Displacing energy, probably. He'd get her, go home, and they'd celebrate.
Fuck this goddamn job anyway.
2) Jake
"Hey, Jake, is Gail in?"
Jake emerged blinking from a pile of paperwork. "Oh, hi, Mr. Kendall. She's in her office. She's... kind of in a bad mood, though."
Mr. Kendall grimaced. "Yeah, well, so am I. Probably for the same reason. I brought a bribe."
"That will probably help," Jake said, and decided that meant he didn't need to remind the man about his own anniversary. "Just head on back."
"Thanks," he said. "I hope you didn't need her for anything else today."
It took ten full minutes for Jake to get rid of the ensuing mental images.
3) Gail
She'd been cranky all day, ever since she woke up horny and husband-less for the fifth day running, and on her anniversary too. Damn it all. The rest of the day hadn't been any better.
Then Nathan walked in and she forgot her anger, forgot everything except that he was here and touching her and how very, very much she wanted him. Over a decade of marriage and that had never changed.
"Here? You sure?" he asked, five minutes later; ridiculous question, with her hands down his pants and his up her skirt.
"Don't stop," she gasped, in answer.
4) Ivy
"Hey, Jake, is Mom in?"
Jake stopped whatever he was doing and blinked up at Ivy for a moment, before saying, "Whoa. Déjà vu."
"Good for you," Ivy said. "Is Mom here or not? I need to talk to her."
"She is, but..." he put a hand out, blocking her way back to her mother's office as she started that way. "I wouldn't go back just yet."
"Why? She in a meeting?"
Jake actually blushed. Ivy watched with interest. "Not exactly, she's... your dad's been here for a while."
"Oh," Ivy said, blankly, then, as understanding set in, "Oh."
5) Jesse
"This is the worst assigment ever," Jesse said, focusing and unfocusing his camera.
Taylor Conlan rolled her eyes. "No scandals, no peccadillos-- even the kid was years ago. Not a damn thing to write about except that embezzlement case and she's barely involved."
"Yeah--" Jesse stopped, and focused. "Hello, what's this?"
"Huh?" Taylor scrambled over and peered at the office while he started taking pictures. "Is that..."
"That's an affair," Jesse said. "Look at them go. I... oh, gross, I don't need to see that." He turned away, mildly revolted.
"It's still boring," Taylor said. "But it's something."
6) Ivy
Number one on the list of things Ivy did not want to see in the mornings: a fuzzy photograph of her parents making out on the front cover of a tabloid, under the headline "AFFAIR SHOCKER."
She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk (causing three people to bump cartoonishly into each other, which would have amused her had she been paying attention) and stared. Affair? What the hell? It was a terrible picture, but even so her father was perfectly recognizeable.
The media was really just making shit up these days.
And she needed some brain bleach. Stat.
7) Gail
She had to fight to keep from ripping the tabloid to shreds. As it was, her hands clenched on the paper, which crumpled with a satisfying crunch.
"Mr. Berquist would like to speak with you immediately," Jake said, looking anywhere but at her. "And, um, I've had a number of calls from the media."
"I'm going to kill someone," Gail said, in a perfectly level tone. "Several someones. Starting with whoever took this picture."
"Yes, ma'am," Jake said, deadpan. "Shall I tell the police you were here all night?"
She balled the paper up and threw it at him.
8) Jake
"If I get one more call from the fucking media, I'm going to go apeshit," Jake said. "Cally fucking Elliot from the New York fucking Enquirer, my ass."
"Don't hold back, Jake," Emma said absently. "Tell us how you really feel."
"This is all that Clark asshole's fault!"
"Come again?" she asked. "I should think you'd blame Ms. Hirschfeld. For, you know, coming again."
He rolled his eyes. "A, that's gross. B, Clark's framejob is the only reason anyone cares. C, the world is in pretty sorry state if a married couple can't have sex."
"Not in the office."
9) Nathan
"It's humiliating," Gail said. She seemed more angry than upset, though. "I almost want to sue."
He ran a hand over her shoulders. "Could be worse. There's nothing too... risque about the pictures?"
She shook her head, leaned into his touch. "Just kissing. Thank God, because it'll blow over sooner." She paused, then added, "My boss was furious about the office part, but I think the rest amused him."
"What, the affair?" He'd laughed for a good fifteen minutes when he'd first heard that. Still made him grin. "Apparently I'm invisible."
"Not to me," she said, and he smiled.