Fight (SR, R/N, G)
Fight
Sub Reality. Rick/Nan-Cy. G. 224 words.
Nan-Cy for once was being awfully quiet and Rick couldn’t help be slightly suspicious. Nan-Cy was rarely ever quiet and when she was it only meant trouble; in fact the two were like oil and water. Two things that simply weren’t meant to work together in a peaceful matter or any matter really.
Rick walked cautiously around the house trying to be quiet as possible while he checked the rooms. One, two, three empty rooms. None of which were Nan-Cy had been in recently.
Rick went to the main hallway only to discover that Nan-Cy’s shoes were gone as well. So Nan-Cy had obviously left the house.
A small note on the hallway mirror caught Rick’s attention.
Gone out with the boys. I’ll be back later.
They must have gone drinking without him again. That was the fifth time this month wasn’t it? Rick was honestly wondering who wore the pants in the relationship; he was dreading the day where the girls would be inviting him to their girl’s night out. However, he couldn’t help but worry. Worry about the person that Nan-Cy had more than likely started a fight with. There would be a fight she started because this was Nan-Cy. Fighting came like second nature to her. Rick sighed, Nan-Cy started all the fights there were really no competitions in that department.