Nov 08, 2010 07:24
“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Lyndon yelled at him, and stunned him with a hard open-handed swat to the side of Joe’s head when Joe tried to knee him in the balls. “Save it! We’re raiding in a couple hours and you’re pulling this shit now?”
Joe went limp, trying to catch his breath with a few hundred pounds of City-kid on his chest. It wasn’t working out very well. His face was burning with the force of Lyndon’s slap and impending tears of pure fucking frustration, but damned if he was going to cry with everybody gathered around staring like this. He shut his eyes and pretended to be a dead body.
“I’m going to let you up,” Lyndon said, “And you are going to take a walk and cool the hell off, alright? Joe?”
Joe briefly pretended to be a dead body that could also nod.
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Aw, Baby Joe, everybody else is having grand zeppelin-y adventures and you get the awkward coming-of-age plotline! XD
Well, I don't know about anyone else, but my grand plans to write all weekend and get way ahead on my wordcount appears not to have happened at all! *g* I'm still relatively on target, but things are going to get mighty interesting when I have to go zooming up to Calgary later in the month.
nano,
boomtown