There was a chicken on the table. At least he assumed it was a chicken. From where he was standing it mostly just looked like a ball of yellow fluff inching along the table top
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Harry habitually ate in or around the Officer's Club, but now Lipton spent so much time with Jane and the rest of the guys had long departed, that had got pretty boring.
Still not quite awake, and wishing the rest of the island wasn't so hung up about smoking indoors, he dragged himself into the Compound kitchen and started to fix himself a coffee. On seeing the table, he stopped and did a double take.
"Am I still asleep, or is that a chicken on the table?"
Looking up from her own cup of coffee, she was nursing as she leaned against one of the cabinets. Looking over at the table she blinked. "What the....??" How the hell had she missed that one? "Uh, I guess it is."
"It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?" Harry said, giving the chicken a suspicious look. He picked up a crust of bread and held it out in the bird's general direction, and made little clicking noises to try and attract its attention.
"The chicken's probably somebody we know. Or it's going to turn out to be some kind of metaphor for something. You can't trust anything to just be what it looks like."
Carolyn hid her amused smile behind her coffee cup and quickly took a sip before she started laughing. "Or it could be just a chicken which happened to find it's way onto the kitchen table."
But really, what did she know? The island hadn't exactly been nice to her. So it could have actually been any number of things.
Short of holding the chick the entire time, the table was just the safest place for it to be right then. Celia -- dressed like cotton candy bubblegum puke, thanks to her mother -- stood just beneath the table, pointing upward and tugging at Asher's pant leg. "Cheek!" she screeched, clomping her feet up and down.
"Chick," Asher corrected.
"Tick," she repeated back up at him, still pointing and dancing around excitedly.
"...yeah, tick. Close enough." Asher sighed, then took a sip of his coffee. He didn't want a chick. While he was more than accustomed to not getting what he wanted, that didn't mean he had to like it.
The mocked gasp of excitement was as pleasant as Danica had any intention of being. Clasping her hands together, she looked down at the little girl, tone like she was talking to an imbecile.
"Can you say go fuck yourself? No? Let's try it. Go. Fuck. Yourself." She tilted her head up to her brother; anything to save herself from the eyesore that was the child. "I think her fake daddy should hear that every day, don't you?"
"One more time won't hurt. And while we're at it, you can tell your little cop friend to go fuck himself too." The last thing she'd expected once she'd sent him off to Asher was to have him come back to her. Dealing with the police definitely hadn't been her job back home and she wasn't about to make it hers on the island either.
Now she actually had fangs to bare, Danica had no qualms about doing so, and paired with the growl, it was all aimed right at Celia.
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Still not quite awake, and wishing the rest of the island wasn't so hung up about smoking indoors, he dragged himself into the Compound kitchen and started to fix himself a coffee. On seeing the table, he stopped and did a double take.
"Am I still asleep, or is that a chicken on the table?"
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"The chicken's probably somebody we know. Or it's going to turn out to be some kind of metaphor for something. You can't trust anything to just be what it looks like."
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But really, what did she know? The island hadn't exactly been nice to her. So it could have actually been any number of things.
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"Chick," Asher corrected.
"Tick," she repeated back up at him, still pointing and dancing around excitedly.
"...yeah, tick. Close enough." Asher sighed, then took a sip of his coffee. He didn't want a chick. While he was more than accustomed to not getting what he wanted, that didn't mean he had to like it.
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"Can you say go fuck yourself? No? Let's try it. Go. Fuck. Yourself." She tilted her head up to her brother; anything to save herself from the eyesore that was the child. "I think her fake daddy should hear that every day, don't you?"
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"Cheeeeeek!" Celia whined up at Danica.
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Now she actually had fangs to bare, Danica had no qualms about doing so, and paired with the growl, it was all aimed right at Celia.
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