Strawberry Shortcake #14, Irish Coffee #15 + malt + gummy bunnies
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: The Ex-Girlfriend
Prompts: Strawberry Shortcake #14: kiss the girl, Irish coffee #15: don't bother with the beggar's son and he won't bother with you + malt (Bookblather's Truth or Dare: Paul gets a girlfriend/boyfriend/intimate friend of whatever gender. Firebird has Opinions.) + gummy bunnies (500themes#26: immortal laughter)
Rating: PG13
Words: 350
Characters: Paul Robinson, Firebird Blaze
Summary: If inspiration for the Blazes won't come to me of its own free will, then I'll just force it into submission. XD Paul sees an ex at a party and Firebird takes the opportunity to poke fun. She really is a possessive little brat.
"Paul," Firebird looked up at her bodyguard with a mischievous look in her eye that set him on edge. "Who is that woman giving me the evil eye at the bar?"
He didn't have to look. He already knew that his ex-girlfriend, Jenny, was at the cocktail party. She'd been stabbing eye daggers into his back all night. "She's not giving you the evil eye," he said, trying to stonewall Firebird. It was like trying to stop a flood with a beach towel.
"No, I think she is. Do I know her?"
"No."
"Really? How odd. I do try to make a habit of knowing the people that hate me." Firebird gave him another look, this time with mischief written all over her face. "So who is she?"
If they hadn't been in public, Paul would have sighed. "My ex."
"Ah. That explains a few things." Firebird looked the woman over again, this time with that predatory assessment that women gave each other. "She certainly is trying hard to get your attention." Firebird finished her visual review and sniffed with distaste, "A little too hard, if you ask me."
"Are you done?" he asked her.
"Almost," she promised. "If you wish to go over and...patch things up, then I'm sure I'd be just fine in Tommy's hands for the rest of the evening."
Firebird was always mildly amused when faced with evidence of Paul's personal life; as if the very idea of him being in a romantic relationship was laughable. Privately, Paul thought that it was because of that streak of slightly sadistic superiority she had. She liked the idea that no matter how hard a woman worked to get his attention, Firebird would always come first to Paul. And she didn't even have sex with him.
"I'm good," Paul said, because giving Firebird what she wanted to hear would make her happy enough to leave the topic alone.
"You sure?"
"Yep."
Firebird shrugged. "Ah, well. You can do better anyway."
Paul made a noncommittal noise and swore to himself to never again pick up chicks at a Blaze party.