Answer to lunna_dove's Twilight Challenge

4 Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV…

Middle HQ 4:47 PM

The last week had been boring as hell. There weren't any interstellar invasions, or supernatural political upheavals. It had been weeks since any kind of inanimate object tried to take over the world. You'd think for the newest member of the Jolly Wee Hawkins Temp Agency (secretly known as the Middleman HQ), that it'd be a chance to relax and bask in the afterglow of a job well done. Not a chance.

"How many more of these (BLEEP) books are there?" Wendy Watson cried.

"Dubbie, watch your language please. And to answer you're question, I'm not quite sure. The Archive is measured in years, not quantity. Seeing as we've gone through the present to 1928, I can tell you we have about 115 more years of lore to go through," the Middleman answered.

Wendy got up and stretched her arms over her head. Running her fingers through her dark curls, she went to get more coffee.

"(BLEEP), not again," Wendy groaned.

"What's wrong Dubbie?" the Middleman asked in concern.

"We're out of coffee. It happened this morning too," she griped.

"Its almost quitting time, you can wait a little longer for your fix," Ida stated.

Wendy glared at her and stomped her foot, declaring, "I want my coffee now, you tub of bolts."

"Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV," Ida commented.

The Middleman walked up to them, frowning.

"Wendy, don't you think you're being a little unreasonable?" he questioned.

She turned her glare on him.

"No. Unreasonable is Lacie using our heating pad for some art protest, and using the last of the Midol and not telling me about it. Not to mention Noser this morning," Wendy answered.

The Middleman stared at her in confusion.

"What would the problem be with Lacie using your heating pad? And what is Midol?" he asked.

"I can't deal with this right now, I'm going home," Wendy shouted, her face red.

The Illegal Sublet 5:33 PM

There was a knocking on the door. Wendy groaned, not sure she could get up to answer it. She was in too much pain.

She decided ignoring might be the best course of action, expect then her watch went off.

"What is it?" she demanded.

"I'm at your door Dubbie and you aren't answering, are you alright?" the Middleman replied.

"No, but come in," she groaned.

He walked through her door, a bag dangling from his left hand. His face was bright red as he offered it to her.

"Ida explained the heating pad and Midol to me. I thought you could use them. There's the newest zombie movie in there too," he said.

Wendy stared at him. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"You didn't have to do that Boss, but thank you," she said through her tears.

He nodded and patted her on the shoulder awkwardly. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

She giggled at him, "You don't spend much time around menstruating females do you?"

"Can't say that I do," he replied.

Wendy struggled up and put the zombie movie in the DVD player. When she got back to the couch, she pulled her boss down beside and snuggled in.

He stared at her a little startled but settled in and spent the rest of the evening watching cheesy destruction with her.