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[andyfraz]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Something's Missing Here' / Wednesday, September 13, 2006 / 9.45 PM
Location: Trophy Room (3rd Floor)
Open To: Brinley
Currently Involving: Andy

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[brinley_watson]

What an incredibly fucking boring ass day

[andyfraz]

Andrew could name about 30 people who would deliberately spill what looked like pumpkin juice on the freashly cleaned glass case that Andrew had spent the last three hours cleaning. Oh yes, he had many ememies indeed. But Andy didn't need to even look at the boy's face, he heard his voice, the one that sent shivers down his spine. And not in the good kind of way. The fingernails-on-blackboard kind of way. The way that made you vomit in your mouth a little.

"Clean it up, cunt," he said calmly, looking the older boy in his eyes. Already he was seething but it didn't bode well to show it. He got the feeling Brinley thrived on that.

[brinley_watson]

HA!

Brinley actually had to stop walking. He did! He had to stop walking and slowly swivel around on his heel, turning to face Andrew. Lip lifting in a sneer, he brought his hands up and slowly clapped. "Oh, nice," he cooed in return, faux-impress dripping from his tone. "So demanding, Frazer. In as much as I love to be the submissive, I'll not do your job for you, especially not since they've finally found something you're worthy of doing."

Oh yeah. He was an ass.

The clapping then stopped and instead, he folded his arms over his chest as feet moved shoulder-width apart. Brinley just loved being cruel. It gave him some sense of purpose! That added to the fact that he didn't have a single kind bone in his body... well anyway, for some reason that hate for all intensified when he was around Andrew Frazer. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about Andrew that he especially didn't like.

Snorting, he glanced to the juice mess, then back up to Andrew, locking eyes. "Clean it up yourself, bitch

[andyfraz]

Andrew ignored the submissive comment. He had learnt long ago that just because Brinley makes a joke about tops and bottoms, doesn't mean he knows your sexuality. At least, he was pretty sure Brinley didn't know. Merlin help if he did find out. He'd have to kill himself. Or Brinley.

He knew which one he'd prefer.

He bent down to pick up the rag and tossed it up towards Brinley's face. "I'm not cleaning this up and I'm not going anywhere until you do. I ain't the bitch here."