15minuteficlets - The Price You Pay - PSoH
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Pairing: None
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild language
Title: The Price You Pay
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, 15minuteficlets. Word #3 - Apology
“Why do I have to be the one to apologize?” Leon grumbled as Jill dragged him by his wrist through the doors of the chocolate shop.
“Because you’re a guy,” Jill replied as she crossed over to one of the large glass display shelves with their selection of chocolate confections. “And guys are always in the wrong. They’re just too stubborn to admit it.”
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Leon argued, finally snatching his wrist from Jill’s steel-like grasp and trying to rub circulation back into it. “D’s a guy, too. He doesn’t look it, or act it, or even dress the part, but he is one hundred percent male.”
Jill’s lips twitched into a positively evil leer. “How do you know, Leon, you been looking?”
“No!” For a moment he looked flustered, but he rallied admirably. “But he’s a guy, damn it, so I don’t see why I should be the one to apologize, because I’m not sorry, damn it.
“Maybe you aren’t now, but trust me. You will be later if you don’t do something to calm him down.” She peered at the rows of chocolate treats, tapping her lips thoughtfully with one red lacquered fingernail. “What flavor does D like, anyway?”
“Tiger bark is his current favorite.” Leon replied without the slightest hesitation.
“Hmm… ‘A blend of white chocolate and peanut butter,’” Jill murmured, reading the description off the card above the display. “Nice choice.” Then, in an easy conversational manner, she said, “So, what did you say to make him angry this time?”
Leon crossed his arms defensively. “He asked my opinion on one of his new dresses and I gave it to him. That’s all.” He snorted. “He shouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want an honest answer.”
Jill shook her head sadly. “It’s worse than I thought,” Then to the teenager behind the counter she said, “I’d like three pieces of tiger bark, please.”
“What do I need three for?” Leon sputtered, jaw dropping as he saw the total on the checkout display of the register once his order was rung up.
“Trust me, Leon. You’re going to need them.”
THE END
Pairing: None
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild language
Title: The Price You Pay
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, 15minuteficlets. Word #3 - Apology
“Why do I have to be the one to apologize?” Leon grumbled as Jill dragged him by his wrist through the doors of the chocolate shop.
“Because you’re a guy,” Jill replied as she crossed over to one of the large glass display shelves with their selection of chocolate confections. “And guys are always in the wrong. They’re just too stubborn to admit it.”
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Leon argued, finally snatching his wrist from Jill’s steel-like grasp and trying to rub circulation back into it. “D’s a guy, too. He doesn’t look it, or act it, or even dress the part, but he is one hundred percent male.”
Jill’s lips twitched into a positively evil leer. “How do you know, Leon, you been looking?”
“No!” For a moment he looked flustered, but he rallied admirably. “But he’s a guy, damn it, so I don’t see why I should be the one to apologize, because I’m not sorry, damn it.
“Maybe you aren’t now, but trust me. You will be later if you don’t do something to calm him down.” She peered at the rows of chocolate treats, tapping her lips thoughtfully with one red lacquered fingernail. “What flavor does D like, anyway?”
“Tiger bark is his current favorite.” Leon replied without the slightest hesitation.
“Hmm… ‘A blend of white chocolate and peanut butter,’” Jill murmured, reading the description off the card above the display. “Nice choice.” Then, in an easy conversational manner, she said, “So, what did you say to make him angry this time?”
Leon crossed his arms defensively. “He asked my opinion on one of his new dresses and I gave it to him. That’s all.” He snorted. “He shouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want an honest answer.”
Jill shook her head sadly. “It’s worse than I thought,” Then to the teenager behind the counter she said, “I’d like three pieces of tiger bark, please.”
“What do I need three for?” Leon sputtered, jaw dropping as he saw the total on the checkout display of the register once his order was rung up.
“Trust me, Leon. You’re going to need them.”
THE END