31 Slices of Jo/Blair Life (13)
Fandom: FOL
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Blankety-blank judge is making me work this weekend, so I have to post early. Another slice, blah blah.
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No, she could not just drop everything and rush out to see this utterly delightful apartment, Jo explained. And, by the way, "I thought you wanted a house."
"After all those years of living in a house in Peekskill, I was afraid that I might be wanting a house because I liked living in a house," Blair replied.
There was probably some logic in there somewhere.
"Can’t you take a late lunch?"
She could, Jo agreed, if she hadn’t already taken her lunch. It was three o’clock, in case Blair hadn’t noticed.
She could feel her co-workers smirking. Like she never heard them muttering, "Yes, dear; okay, dear." They were just as whipped as she was-more, in fact. She told Blair no all the time, and even stuck with it occasionally. This was going to be one of those times. The important thing was to do it in a way that avoided the couch tonight.
"What if she rents it out by tomorrow?"
"In the next two hours?" Jo replied. "Is there a line behind you?"
"I just know you’ll love it!"
"Of course I will," Jo said. "I’ve liked all the places you’ve dragged me to." Who wouldn’t? They were all disgustingly opulent. "Look, I don’t care where we live, as long as you’re there."
Sometimes schmaltz got her a roll of the eyes, sometimes it got her laid. She waited for the result.
"Tell them you’ll be in late tomorrow . . . ."
Mmm . . .
". . . after we see that apartment."
"Yes, dear."
Pairing: Jo/Blair
Blankety-blank judge is making me work this weekend, so I have to post early. Another slice, blah blah.
* * *
No, she could not just drop everything and rush out to see this utterly delightful apartment, Jo explained. And, by the way, "I thought you wanted a house."
"After all those years of living in a house in Peekskill, I was afraid that I might be wanting a house because I liked living in a house," Blair replied.
There was probably some logic in there somewhere.
"Can’t you take a late lunch?"
She could, Jo agreed, if she hadn’t already taken her lunch. It was three o’clock, in case Blair hadn’t noticed.
She could feel her co-workers smirking. Like she never heard them muttering, "Yes, dear; okay, dear." They were just as whipped as she was-more, in fact. She told Blair no all the time, and even stuck with it occasionally. This was going to be one of those times. The important thing was to do it in a way that avoided the couch tonight.
"What if she rents it out by tomorrow?"
"In the next two hours?" Jo replied. "Is there a line behind you?"
"I just know you’ll love it!"
"Of course I will," Jo said. "I’ve liked all the places you’ve dragged me to." Who wouldn’t? They were all disgustingly opulent. "Look, I don’t care where we live, as long as you’re there."
Sometimes schmaltz got her a roll of the eyes, sometimes it got her laid. She waited for the result.
"Tell them you’ll be in late tomorrow . . . ."
Mmm . . .
". . . after we see that apartment."
"Yes, dear."