Joints
Disclaimer: Black Lagoon and its characters © Rei Hiroe
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The glass of milk upon the table remained untouched as the horrid sound seemed to echo throughout the room.
Crack. Crack. Pop. Crack.
The Wizard could do nothing but lean back in the chair and stare at the ceiling, the corner of his mouth twitching every time the piercing noise reached his eardrums.
Crack. Pop. Crack.
Rotton knew that Sawyer was a ruthless being whenever she was on the job, but he never guessed she would be so twisted as to enjoy an activity so brutal in her free time.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Pop.
They were sounds he had been repeatedly tortured with for the past ten minutes. Rotton desperately wished the cleaner would stop her sadistic endeavor.
Crack. Pop. Crack. Pop. Crack. Pop. Crack.
He didn't know how much more he could take of this. He swore, if she didn't stop her agonizing methods soon, he was going to...
Crack. Crack! Crack!!
Rotton exhaled hoarsely and sharply tilted his head downwards, before reaching into the back pocket of his pants and pulling out his wallet.
"You're a very cruel woman, Sawyer," he said as he placed money on the table.
"Please stop cracking your knuckles. It's driving me insane."
The gothic woman sitting across from him smiled deviously as she made an arc with her hands around the bills and pulled the money towards her.
"It works... every time."
THE END
A/N: What? You thought Sawyer was actually tormenting Rotton physically? Pfft. You people and your silly imaginations...
Alternate Title: It Doesn't Cause Arthritis.
Something tells me I should have gone with the alternate. Hmm... Oh well.
This little splatter of brain sludge was inspired by a conversation in the forums. Amigodude, TiechoNortheal and Dr Gonzo probably know what I'm talking about.
Cheers.