FIC: Wisdom from Bullets | Angelina Johnson, Stewart Ackerly | PG
Title: Wisdom from Bullets
Characters: Angelina Johnson, Stewart Ackerly
Rating: PG
Word Count: 653
Summary: "Advice? From me? What could you poss-Oh, this is about Kates, isn't it?"
Warnings: RPG characters.
Notes: Another Christmas drabble! Sure, its late but not as late as last year's. So its all relative. :D This one is for leigh_adams, she requested Stewart and Angelina discussing Katie Bell. Hope you like!
When Angelina Johnson swung open the door of her flat, Stewart could immediately tell that she wasn't happy to see him. Or any human-being for that matter. The party girl was looking like bollocks with her make-up smeared and her hair a tangle. Apparently, she hadn't been home all that long, a miscalculation on Stewart's part.
"It's fuckin' six in the mornin', Stewie," a groggy Angelina rasped and hung to the door like a sailor clutching a mast in a storm. "What the buggerin' hell do you want?"
Rocking back on his heels to escape the distillery scent, Stewart Ackerly shook his head and sighed, "Nevermind, Ange. It's obviously not a good time. Go back to sleep."
Angelina snorted and stumbled back to allow the man through the door, "Oh, don't start being considerate now, Ackerly, just come in. Let me find some Hangover Potion."
She staggered further into her apartment, allowing Stewart to see that a large part of her unsteady footwork was being caused by having only one stiletto pump on before she disappeared around a corner.
Rolling his eyes at the woman, Stewart stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him.
As he waited for Angelina to return he indulged in some mild poking about since the last time he'd been there he'd been unfit for any sort of observation. He took ample note of the fully stocked bar, making him wonder again how it was that this borderline disaster of a woman was the only one that could help him now.
When she swung back into the room, Angelina was looking much less like something that had come from the gutter. She'd washed her face, changed into some pajamas, and had an empty potion vial in her hand.
"You better not be here for a shag, Ackerly."
"You really do have a one track mind, don't you, Johnson?" Stewart shot back, annoyed that so far this was not going how he had planned. "No, actually, believe it or not, I am here for some advice."
Angelina's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Advice? From me? What could you poss-Oh, this is about Kates, isn't it?"
"You're quick when you're not five sheets to the wind."
"And you're conscious. Don't throw stones, Ackerly," she snapped as she fell into her couch. "Unless you'd like wretched advice?"
Ackerly winced and held up his hands in apology. This really wasn't going as planned. He settled into the couch next to her, swatting away the thought that it really was a comfortable as he remembered it.
He recalled that night with a mild trepidation. If he hadn't passed out, how would that have affected the landscape?
"So, what do you want to know about Katie Bell?"
Well, there was no reason to mince words, he supposed. "How do I not fuck this up with Katie?"
Angelina laughed. "Well, you didn't sleep with me, that was a bullet dodged."
Stewart furrowed his brow in confusion, "What's a bullet?"
Angelina shook her head, "Fine, a hex dodged, you plonker." She leaned back letting her head hang over the back of the couch, considering the question seriously now.
"Here's what you do, Stewie: love her."
Not particularly impressed with that response, Stewart drawled, "Well, that's good and vague. Any other mystical wisdom, Johnson?"
"Be prepared to fight for every last inch of her because she lets one new person in her heart a decade and she's already reached her quota," Angelina shot off, her temper flaring as it was wont to do when it came to defending her friends. "Don't fuck around on her. You do and you'll be happy if I'm the one to get to you first. Get her daisies for no reason at all, cupcakes for special occasions and chocolate when she's sad. To the best of your ability always get her the best and know beforehand that she's right, you're wrong. Better?"
Stewart nodded. "Much."
Characters: Angelina Johnson, Stewart Ackerly
Rating: PG
Word Count: 653
Summary: "Advice? From me? What could you poss-Oh, this is about Kates, isn't it?"
Warnings: RPG characters.
Notes: Another Christmas drabble! Sure, its late but not as late as last year's. So its all relative. :D This one is for leigh_adams, she requested Stewart and Angelina discussing Katie Bell. Hope you like!
When Angelina Johnson swung open the door of her flat, Stewart could immediately tell that she wasn't happy to see him. Or any human-being for that matter. The party girl was looking like bollocks with her make-up smeared and her hair a tangle. Apparently, she hadn't been home all that long, a miscalculation on Stewart's part.
"It's fuckin' six in the mornin', Stewie," a groggy Angelina rasped and hung to the door like a sailor clutching a mast in a storm. "What the buggerin' hell do you want?"
Rocking back on his heels to escape the distillery scent, Stewart Ackerly shook his head and sighed, "Nevermind, Ange. It's obviously not a good time. Go back to sleep."
Angelina snorted and stumbled back to allow the man through the door, "Oh, don't start being considerate now, Ackerly, just come in. Let me find some Hangover Potion."
She staggered further into her apartment, allowing Stewart to see that a large part of her unsteady footwork was being caused by having only one stiletto pump on before she disappeared around a corner.
Rolling his eyes at the woman, Stewart stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him.
As he waited for Angelina to return he indulged in some mild poking about since the last time he'd been there he'd been unfit for any sort of observation. He took ample note of the fully stocked bar, making him wonder again how it was that this borderline disaster of a woman was the only one that could help him now.
When she swung back into the room, Angelina was looking much less like something that had come from the gutter. She'd washed her face, changed into some pajamas, and had an empty potion vial in her hand.
"You better not be here for a shag, Ackerly."
"You really do have a one track mind, don't you, Johnson?" Stewart shot back, annoyed that so far this was not going how he had planned. "No, actually, believe it or not, I am here for some advice."
Angelina's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Advice? From me? What could you poss-Oh, this is about Kates, isn't it?"
"You're quick when you're not five sheets to the wind."
"And you're conscious. Don't throw stones, Ackerly," she snapped as she fell into her couch. "Unless you'd like wretched advice?"
Ackerly winced and held up his hands in apology. This really wasn't going as planned. He settled into the couch next to her, swatting away the thought that it really was a comfortable as he remembered it.
He recalled that night with a mild trepidation. If he hadn't passed out, how would that have affected the landscape?
"So, what do you want to know about Katie Bell?"
Well, there was no reason to mince words, he supposed. "How do I not fuck this up with Katie?"
Angelina laughed. "Well, you didn't sleep with me, that was a bullet dodged."
Stewart furrowed his brow in confusion, "What's a bullet?"
Angelina shook her head, "Fine, a hex dodged, you plonker." She leaned back letting her head hang over the back of the couch, considering the question seriously now.
"Here's what you do, Stewie: love her."
Not particularly impressed with that response, Stewart drawled, "Well, that's good and vague. Any other mystical wisdom, Johnson?"
"Be prepared to fight for every last inch of her because she lets one new person in her heart a decade and she's already reached her quota," Angelina shot off, her temper flaring as it was wont to do when it came to defending her friends. "Don't fuck around on her. You do and you'll be happy if I'm the one to get to you first. Get her daisies for no reason at all, cupcakes for special occasions and chocolate when she's sad. To the best of your ability always get her the best and know beforehand that she's right, you're wrong. Better?"
Stewart nodded. "Much."