Fic: Complex (Multi-Pairing, 4/365, PG-13)
Title: Complex
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita, Punk and Orton in this part.
Prompt: #074 - Bunny slippers ;; My Table
Word Count: 555
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends and strangers as they get to know each other over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts for notes and watch this space for anything of importance.
Amy woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bedroom, a cold nose sniffing at her cheek. The redhead was aware that one of the apartments did allow for animals, the woman then assuming that she was in that apartment.
How she had gotten there was another matter entirely…
“Hey… Grim,” Punk whistled for the dog, “leave her alone, would ya?”
Amy sat up, not concerned if she was dressed and assuming that she was, “it’s okay,” she insisted. “And besides, doesn’t look like he’s listening to you, anyway.”
Punk rolled his eyes, “dumb mutt never does…”
Amy shook her head, rubbing the dog’s head, “is his name Grim or is that short for something?”
“His full name is Grimlock,” Punk clarified, leaning against the doorway.
“Right,” she replied, about to say something else when another dog came bounding into the room, a fuzzy and pink item in it’s mouth. “And who’s this?”
“This one is Sludge and…” as if on cue, a third dog entered, “this one is Snarl.”
Amy nodded, glancing between the three dogs. “They’re all yours?”
Punk shook his head, “Grim is mine, Sludge belongs to Cena and Snarl is Orton’s.”
The woman blinked, “and those are your room-mates?”
“Yup and you’re actually in Orton’s room.”
Not that Randy had volunteered his room willingly, but Punk wasn’t about to mention the rock-paper-scissors game that had decided who would give up their room.
Amy nodded again, an amused smile crossing her features when Sludge dropped the item on the bed. “A bunny slipper?”
Punk smirked, “one of his favorite chew toys.”
Amy grinned, tossing the bunny slipper across the room for the bulldog mix. “I should probably get back to my own apartment.”
“If you want, you’re welcomed to come with us,” Punk offered, “for a morning walk. We’re gonna head to that outdoor café for coffee.”
“Sure, I guess… my treat,” she added. “As thanks for letting me stay here.”
Punk groaned, “And now you’ll never hear the end of it from Orton. He was there last night at Alex, A.J and Chris’ apartment.”
Amy’s forehead etched in thought, “Randy, right? He seems pretty cool.”
Punk half shrugged, “he’s alright I guess. I’ve known him for years but he was always at private school.”
The redhead got out of the bed, adjusting the covers when she was on her feet. “I wonder if he knows my cousin, Hunter… the name sounds really familiar to me, anyway.”
“You could always ask him later,” Punk suggested. “And I’ll walk you back upstairs, if you want.”
“Thanks for the offer but I’ll pass,” Amy replied, running her fingers through her hair. “I’ll meet you guys outside in say, fifteen minutes?”
Punk nodded, walking with her to the door at least, just locking the door behind her when the second bunny slipper connected with his head.
“Asshole.”
“Needledick,” Punk returned, tossing the bunny slipper back at Randy. “What the hell is your problem?”
“I gave up my room.”
“You lost, crybaby. Deal with it.” Punk smirked suddenly, “and just because you did something nice doesn’t mean you have to get her phone number. Besides, if you were paying attention, you’d realize that she’s meeting us in fifteen minutes.”
Randy rolled his eyes in return, tossing the bunny slipper back as he got off the couch.
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13 to start, might go up
Spoilers: None, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Lita, Punk and Orton in this part.
Prompt: #074 - Bunny slippers ;; My Table
Word Count: 555
Summary: Follows the post-college life of a group of friends and strangers as they get to know each other over the course of a year in a Santa Monica apartment complex.
Notes: See previous parts for notes and watch this space for anything of importance.
Amy woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bedroom, a cold nose sniffing at her cheek. The redhead was aware that one of the apartments did allow for animals, the woman then assuming that she was in that apartment.
How she had gotten there was another matter entirely…
“Hey… Grim,” Punk whistled for the dog, “leave her alone, would ya?”
Amy sat up, not concerned if she was dressed and assuming that she was, “it’s okay,” she insisted. “And besides, doesn’t look like he’s listening to you, anyway.”
Punk rolled his eyes, “dumb mutt never does…”
Amy shook her head, rubbing the dog’s head, “is his name Grim or is that short for something?”
“His full name is Grimlock,” Punk clarified, leaning against the doorway.
“Right,” she replied, about to say something else when another dog came bounding into the room, a fuzzy and pink item in it’s mouth. “And who’s this?”
“This one is Sludge and…” as if on cue, a third dog entered, “this one is Snarl.”
Amy nodded, glancing between the three dogs. “They’re all yours?”
Punk shook his head, “Grim is mine, Sludge belongs to Cena and Snarl is Orton’s.”
The woman blinked, “and those are your room-mates?”
“Yup and you’re actually in Orton’s room.”
Not that Randy had volunteered his room willingly, but Punk wasn’t about to mention the rock-paper-scissors game that had decided who would give up their room.
Amy nodded again, an amused smile crossing her features when Sludge dropped the item on the bed. “A bunny slipper?”
Punk smirked, “one of his favorite chew toys.”
Amy grinned, tossing the bunny slipper across the room for the bulldog mix. “I should probably get back to my own apartment.”
“If you want, you’re welcomed to come with us,” Punk offered, “for a morning walk. We’re gonna head to that outdoor café for coffee.”
“Sure, I guess… my treat,” she added. “As thanks for letting me stay here.”
Punk groaned, “And now you’ll never hear the end of it from Orton. He was there last night at Alex, A.J and Chris’ apartment.”
Amy’s forehead etched in thought, “Randy, right? He seems pretty cool.”
Punk half shrugged, “he’s alright I guess. I’ve known him for years but he was always at private school.”
The redhead got out of the bed, adjusting the covers when she was on her feet. “I wonder if he knows my cousin, Hunter… the name sounds really familiar to me, anyway.”
“You could always ask him later,” Punk suggested. “And I’ll walk you back upstairs, if you want.”
“Thanks for the offer but I’ll pass,” Amy replied, running her fingers through her hair. “I’ll meet you guys outside in say, fifteen minutes?”
Punk nodded, walking with her to the door at least, just locking the door behind her when the second bunny slipper connected with his head.
“Asshole.”
“Needledick,” Punk returned, tossing the bunny slipper back at Randy. “What the hell is your problem?”
“I gave up my room.”
“You lost, crybaby. Deal with it.” Punk smirked suddenly, “and just because you did something nice doesn’t mean you have to get her phone number. Besides, if you were paying attention, you’d realize that she’s meeting us in fifteen minutes.”
Randy rolled his eyes in return, tossing the bunny slipper back as he got off the couch.