The Infamous Duck Girl
Title: The Infamous Duck Girl
Author: Liv
OC: Truly Pack
12_developmentsPrompt: 02. Father
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This was fun. :D My brother's nick name is Duck Boy, sooo...I had too.
"Don, this is my dad, Donald Pack, Daddy this is Detective Don Flack, Jr.," said Truly, pointing from one man to the other. The two shook hands and it got very quiet. Truly sighed and tapped her foot against the floor, looking over to her left sharply.
"Wha-What’s that? Oh sure, one sec," she said quickly, patting Don on the shoulder and bidding them a quick farewell.
"She’s something else," said Donald, staring after his daughter, Don nodded, watching Truly hit one of her assistants on the shoulder and take something from him with a smile.
"Yeah she is. It gets annoying to be honest," Donald chuckled in agreement and turned back to look at Don.
"She’s not coming back for awhile," said Donald with a sigh.
"I hate it when she does that," muttered Don under his breath.
It’s not like she didn’t like her father though. It was that she never really became what he wanted her to be. She never settled down, never had a steady boyfriend, hell, he’d never even met one of her boyfriends. It was sad, but Don was the first.
"If you think you’re going to match those you’re sorely mistaken," she scolded one of her "assistants", Bret Whatever. "Go, find something productive to do."
"I am doing something," Bret shot back; Truly placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Not anymore you’re not," she said, shooing him away.
Because it wasn’t like she was ashamed of her boyfriends. Her father would just never approve, and if she had it her way, Truly would never ever let Don and her dad meet. He just showed up at the theater she was working at and Don was on his lunch break and they had just come back from eating something and her dad was just…there.
Truly ran a hand over the bridge of her nose, turning to see Donald talking animatedly to Don. Truly’s lips quirked into a grin as she watched them, Don laughed at something her father said and got the distinct impression that they were talking about her. Don glanced over at her, a smile still on his face and gave her a wink.
Oh yeah, they were talking about her. By the way Donald was flinging his hands; it must be the zoo story. Oh god, not the zoo story. Please don’t mention the ducks. Flapping. He mentioned the ducks… Bastard.
"Don’t laugh at that," mumbled Truly, watching Don snort into the back of his hand, trying to look decent as he heaved with laughter.
Truly sighed and tossed what she was holding onto her work table. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea. Maybe they could go out to dinner together-
"-And then it landed on her shoulder-"
"Or not. Ever," muttered Truly savagely, catching Don’s eye again and glaring at him. Don’s smile just widened at her.
..
"You don’t get to mention that dinner, ever," said Truly walking into Don’s apartment and shedding her coat. And turning to glare at Don.
"I like your dad," Don said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck gently. "We had fun tonight. You’re just being weird."
"I’m being weird?" asked Truly, trying to sound intimidating, but groaning instead as Don bit the side of her neck. He nodded, pulling away and kissing her, pushing her back towards his bedroom.
"You’re really weird," he told her, sliding off his jacket and tossing it onto his coffee table. Truly just giggled and let him push her into his room.
"My father is going to pay for what he told you if you ever use it against me."
"Got it, Duck Girl."