Playing With Fire (PG for rudeness)
This is another fan-fiction, but a good one, I think. Suspect everything, don't accept anything strange as a true fact. It's a mystery story, please R, R, & E. Read, Review, and Enjoy.
PLAYING WITH FIRE by George.
Chapter One
Motive.
Flo and Tocuna. Peas in a pod. Sitting round a warm fire, both clutching mugs, they rested. How nice it felt, to be by the fire, free. Of course, Olaf was expected round to theirs, alone, for some meeting. But the strange thing was, there was no Lucafont, no Flacutono...Olaf just wanted to see them. And as he said down on the phone, 'It's very, very important!"
The sisters felt important, knowing they were the only part of this. But neither had any idea of what it was. Tocuna lay back on her large armchair. Flo stayed leant forward, and held a kebab, so it was hovering over the fire, and then began chewing at it.
"You always were the messy eater," Tocuna snorted, with a giggle.
"I can't help it," Flo said" Besides, I'm too excited to care about how I eat."
"I guess so," Tocuna agreed, shuffling about in her chair," So, sis, what do you reckon it is?"
"Dunno really," Flo said," But it sure makes us look better then the others."
"Oh, yes!" Tocuna cried," Unless he's secretly seen them all as well."
"Maybe," Flo said, with a bitter and cold expression on her face. Maybe...maybe their doing even more important things."
"Maybe not."
"However, Olaf wouldn't admit."
"We have to find out."
Getting up from her chair, Tocuna glided across the room, to the phone on her desk. Shuffling around a few papers, she found it buried. She then switched the phone onto memory, and flicked down the list of names, until she arrived at what she was looking for.
Lucafont.
Pressing the 'phone' button, she held it up to her ear, as Flo got up, and rushed along to her. Ring, Ring.
"Hello?" Lucafont's familiar voice said.
"Hi, Lucafont," Tocuna said," Look, we were wondering if you could tell us something."
"Oh, hey Tocuna...anyway, what do you want to know. Is it the answer to one of those quiz shows you watch?"
The sisters regularly rang Lucafont for answers for questions for quiz shows.
"No, no, something more important," Flo said," We were wondering if Olaf had been to see you...personally, recently...maybe he did it as a secret between you two?"
"No, he hasn't been," Lucafont said, confused," Why do you ask?"
"Oh, just wondering," Tocuna replied," Look, we gotta go, bye."
"We?"
Tocuna hung up.
"Well, that solves it," she said," Just us."
"Unless he was lying," Flo pointed out.
"Whatever," Tocuna said," Let's just wait for Olaf."
"Yes."
And they left the phone on the desk, and sat back down by the fire. Five minutes later, Flo stared at the clock.
"He's late."
"Probably on his way."
"Or fashionably late," Flo added.
"Maybe that Esme made him...she's nuts about fashion!" Tocuna laughed.
"Maybe he's waiting outside...waiting until it's fashionably late!" Flo cried . "And with Esme whose got a gun to his head!" Tocuna cackled.
Ring...Ding Dong.
"There he is," Flo said," Fashionably late."
They giggled together, and then both got up and left the room. They trotted down the hallway, towards the grand door. Tocuna yanked open one latch, whilst Flo struggled, then eventually opened the other. The door swung open.
"Hello, Count Olaf," Flo greeted.
"Hello, you two," Olaf said, peered inside," I decided to be fashionably late."
Tocuna and Flo could barely hold in their laughter.
"Well, aren't you two going to invite me in?" Olaf snarled.
"Why...of course, sir," Flo said, and stood back, as to make a path for Olaf to walk through. "Come in, Count Olaf."
Olaf stepped in, and Tocuna shut the door behind him. Olaf took off his large coat, and dumped it on her, and she hung it up on the old coat rack, slightly pissed off.
As Olaf walked over to the living room with Flo, Tocuna noticed that he had an old 'In Boutique' bag round his back, and peered around, wondering what was inside.
When Tocuna returned, she saw Flo sitting back in he seat, comfortably, with her hands behind her head. But, Olaf was in her seat.
Bastard.
She walked back into the hallway, then into the kitchen, and grabbed one of the stools. She angrily dragged it back into the living room, and then seated herself between Olaf and Tocuna.
"So Olaf," Tocuna began," What are you here for?"
"Ah, we mustn't go too far too soon," Olaf mysteriously replied.
"Okay," Flo said, smiling," So, where do we begin?"
"How about why you chose us?" Tocuna said," Is that 'too far, too soon' for you?"
"No, no, Tocuna," Olaf replied, and then snarled," And don't take that tone with me."
"Right, whatever, sir," Flo interrupted," Now, why did you pick us?"
"Well, ladies, I believe I can trust you most," Olaf explained, his eyes glistening.
Liar.
Tocuna could see right through it. But Flo seemed to sit there, in delight, very shocked that he had said that. She looked as if she were to jump right over and snog him. Tocuna scowled.
"Now," Olaf said," We may as well go ahead."
He grabbed the bag from behind his back, and opened it. He pulled out a small parcel, and held it tightly in his hands.
"This is a huge secret," he said," And I cannot keep it. So I must give it to you." Flo blushed.
Tocuna didn't seem excited. She was just pissed off. "What is it?" she piped in.
"Ah, I can't tell you that, you two," Olaf said," Now, I must be off...I have to important business."
"Okay, okay," Flo said, and stood up. They hugged, and stared into each other's eyes.
"Goodnight," Flo said, and smiled. Olaf turned, and left.
Tocuna got up, and kicked the stool over. Then she sat in hers, where Olaf had unrightfully been.
"Let's open it!" she cried at her sister, as she joined her by the fireplace.
"No, Tocuna," Flo insisted," Olaf said not to open it."
"Olaf says a lot of things," Tocuna growled," Come on, he doesn't have to know."
"No, Tocuna!"
Tocuna snatched the parcel, and got up from her chair, and ran out of the room.
"Haha!" she cried.
Flo got up, and ran, chasing her sister through the house. Being the more athletic one, she caught up, and smacked Tocuna to the ground, and snatched the parcel back.
"Olaf says no, bitch!" she cried, and left the room they were in.
Grr...Tocuna was furious. It was as if Olaf had transformed her in one night.
Stupid Olaf...she wanted rid of him.
********
The next morning, Olaf woke up next to Flo. After the fight between the two sisters, Flo had left, with the parcel and went to Olaf's house.
Esme was out for the night, and they had slept together. And Flo was satisfied, no regret. She loved Olaf, and she was sure that Tocuna was jealous. Tocuna wanted him too. Flo got up, as Olaf lit a cigarette in bed.
Who got him, huh? I did, Tocuna. Ha.
Flo got back into bed, but heard a small rustling. Ignoring it, she kissed Olaf again, and he stubbed out the cigarette. He held her in his arms, and they kissed again. They didn't stop, until a louder rustling appeared, and long creak, two trotting sounds, and a gasp.
Esme had entered the house, and saw the two lovers kissing, both in bed together. She gasped again.
"What are you doing, Olaf?" she demanded.
"um...Esme, hi," Olaf replied.
"Hi, Esme," Flo said, winded by the shock.
"Olaf? And Flo? Together?" Esme gasped again, then grabbed Flo's shoes from the ground, and chucked them at the couple, before leaving the room in floods of tears.
Olaf and Flo stared at each other in shock for half a minute, then kissed again.
Tocuna lit another cigarette. She was at the Café Kafta, drinking her third coffee. She had no sleep the pervious night. She rested her head in her elbow, and rested her elbow on the table, and with her other hand, grabbed the mug of coffee and took a sip.
Where had Flo been?
How could she do that...just leave? Olaf had to pay...they had never argued like this before...they never argued, and that was only a small argument anyway.
Well, Olaf had made her leave. He had to pay whatever. Tocuna gazed out into the distance, and saw many people walking around in a hurry. She only recognized one. It was Esme, who was crying, in a state, running down the street.
"Hey, Esme!" Tocuna cried, and Esme's head turned to face her," What's up?" Esme rushed along to the outside table, and sat, crying.
"Esme? Are you okay?" Tocuna asked. Esme shook her head slightly, then cried more. "Tell me the whole story, Esme."
Flo and Olaf's morning was cut short. Lucafont and Flacutono wanted to meet Olaf for lunch, for something important. He didn't know what, but decided it was right to go. Flo waited back at the house, moping around, watching telly, and other things. Olaf kissed her goodbye.
"See ya soon," Flo said.
"Yeah, see you," Olaf said, and putting on his long tailcoat, left.
He walked along the West Street, that was actually to the North of the country, if you thought about it. He was looking for the Café Kafta, where Lucafont and Flacutono were waiting for him, apparently.
Suddenly, he noticed the café, as he entered Mary's Lane, although no one named Mary currently, or ever lived on that lane.
But Olaf wasn't really the one to protest against misnomer streets. He was more interested in the important things, money.
The Café was a large, nice shaped round-ish building, with a large sticky out roof thing over the outside tables, so that they wouldn't get wet when it was raining, although people rarely sat outside when it was raining, whether it had a strange ceiling over it or not.
But Olaf didn't really care about strange architecture either. He noticed that it was pretty busy outside, and spent a minute gazing at the tables, to see his top members of his troupe anyway. He saw them at the far side, both holding mugs of coffee, and saying things that were mused from Olaf's distance.
But he didn't notice that Tocuna and Esme were sitting on the table next to him. Nor did his co-workers.
He began walking towards the two men, who noticed and waved. Olaf held up a hand, as a small wave in return. He arrived, and Lucafont held out a chair in between them. Olaf sat, and Lucafont sat next to him.
"So, you two," he said," What do you want?"
"Let's get our meal first," Flacutono said, and held up his hand," Waiter! Waitress! We want to be served!" No one stopped for them, as the Café was very busy, and short on staff.
"Waiter!" "Waitress!"
"Shut it," Olaf said eventually, elbows on table," If you want to get things quick, you must be assertive!"
He stood up, and there was a loud sound as his chair squeaked back against the hard ground. He walked up the waiter, then grabbed him, and lifted him up slightly.
"Look," he said," Me and my friends-"
"He called us friends!" Lucafont whispered to Flacutono.
"-want to eat, but if you won't serve us then we can't. Now, I suggest you get us a meal, unless you want me to snap your back like a twig? Got that?"
"Y...y..es..." the waiter replied, scared stiff. Olaf let go, and the man fell to the floor. Then, Olaf walked back to his table.
"Good golly, that's amazing," Flacutono said.
******** "Ugh." Esme snarled.
"What?" Tocuna said, and sipped into her twelth coffee, although she was not acting hyper on caffeine.
"See what Olaf just did?" Esme asked.
"Nope," Tocuna said," Couldn't care less what that bloody fucker does."
"Oh," Esme said," Well it was vile-"
"As could be expected," Tocuna piped in.
"-Yes," Esme said," He was threatening the waiter like hell...grabbing him, and I'm pretty sure he said something about prodding him with a twig."
"Oh gosh," Tocuna said, sarcastically," How horrible."
"It is!" Esme cried.
"I know," Tocuna said," I meant prodding him with a twig." Esme frowned.
"Well, it was something to do with a twig, or a stick, or maybe a tree now that I think..."
Tocuna was un-interested. She was still upset, as Esme told her where Flo had been the previous night. Sleeping with Olaf. She scowled.
Like humping a bag of old socks.
"Wait...so Olaf's here?" Tocuna snapped into reality.
"Yeah." Esme said," Ugh, and I was trying to get away from him."
"Oh well," Tocuna said," At least he's not with Flo."
"Hey, Tocuna," Esme said, putting her hand on Tocuna's," You've just given me an idea. Come with me."
Esme got up, and made Tocuna leave her coffee.
Olaf's meal arrived, with Lucafont's and Flacutono's. They began, Olaf starting with the tender roast beef that he had just been served.
"So," he began, talking with food in his mouth open," Why did you bring me here?"
"Well sir," Lucafont said," We've both got some news for you...and we thought we'd tell you together."
"Okay..." Olaf agreed, unsure," So Flacutono, what's your news?"
"Well sir," he began," You know me and Geraldine-"
"Julienne?" Olaf asked.
"Yes," Flacutono confirmed," Geraldine Julienne. Well, you know me and her have been together for a while, right?"
"Yes, yes," Olaf said," Just get on with it."
"Well sir...she's pregnant!"
"She's what?"
"Pregnant, sir," Flacutono cried again," I'm so happy! I'll be a dad! But this means, I'll have to take a lot of time off...and quit for a short time during the pregnancy."
"What?" Olaf cried," No, Flacutono, make her abort it."
"Why sir?"
"Because I'm not having you taking time off," Olaf snarled," You have it aborted, alright?"
"No sir!" Flacutono cried.
"Well then, I'll have to deal with it myself then," Olaf snarled," You'll pay for this, you shit-face!" Flacutono snarled, then grabbed the steak and kidney pie he was eating, and slammed it into Olaf's face.
"You'll pay Olaf," he said, and walked off. Lucafont sat, watching in awe.
"That bastard," Olaf cried, wiping the meat and pastry from his face. So, what's your news, Lucafont?"
"Well sir," Lucafont began," I dunno how to tell you this...but...I'm...gay."
"What the fuck?" Olaf snarled," You're gay?"
"Yes," Lucafont said," It's really not a problem...I won't be taking any hours off or anything."
"So?" Olaf snorted," I'm not having a gay freak in my troupe!"
"Gay people aren't freaks!" Lucafont cried," Just because you're a homophobic idiot!"
"Gay people are stupid," Olaf snorted," Alright?"
"No!" Lucafont said," I can't believe how homophobic you are! Things really aren't going well for you, Olaf." He stood up," I'm outta here." He left.
Tocuna and Esme arrived at the front door of Olaf's house, Esme clutching a can on spray paint. Inside, Flo was asleep on the sofa.
Lucafont furiously walked along. Olaf should pay...no one that homophobic should have the right to live like he did.
Flcautono arrived at his house, where Geraldine was inside. He opened the door.
"I'm quitting working with Olaf, honey," he said, with a snarl," In fact, he'll be giving up things soon." He ran up the stairs.
"Hi to you, too," Geraldine said, confused.
Olaf arrived back alone at his house. He gasped.
"Fuckers." He yelled.
On his house, the words "Bastard!" "Cheater!" "Two-timer" and "Twat" were spray-painted clearly. He wiped his face. Who did that, he thought, then went inside, ignoring it.
Esme and Tocuna had split up, and were both at home. Lucafont and Flacutono were both at their homes too. All so angry, with one man. All fuming. Brutus-the person who looked like neither a man nor a woman, but was in fact a man- had quit two weeks before Tocuna and Flo fell out. Olaf had been too rude about his weight, and about his appearance. He was angry.
Tocuna was angry, Olaf had 'stolen' Flo, changed Flo, and made Flo turn against her. Esme was angry, Olaf had cheated on her with Flo.
Lucafont was angry. Olaf was too rude, and too homophobic.
Flacutono was angry. Angry because of what he had said, but he calmed down about that. Later that day, when he was sitting with Geraldinem heard a sound. Then, it got louder, until....
Crack.
The door bust, and Olaf trod in, screaming to Geraldine, shaking her, throwing her about. Then he whacked Flacutono. Geraldine was still in a state about it two hours after. He was angry.
So many people were angry and full of hatred for this man. So why did only one person, in the entire world have the courage, to do what everyone wanted.
That evening, Flo and Olaf were in bed. Olaf yawned, and they kissed.
"Just a second, Flo," he said," I need to go use the loo."
"Okay, honey." Flo waited patiently, as Olaf left the room. He didn't return.
When Flo went to see why he was taking so long, he was dead on the floor.
No gun shot, no wound, nothing.
Except for a small 'X' on his arm, and an open window, waving in the breeze.
But it was murder, and Flo knew it.
To Be Continued.
So, what do you think? And when you review, can someone tell me how I get bold and italics please? Cheers.
This is another fan-fiction, but a good one, I think. Suspect everything, don't accept anything strange as a true fact. It's a mystery story, please R, R, & E. Read, Review, and Enjoy.
PLAYING WITH FIRE by George.
Chapter One
Motive.
Flo and Tocuna. Peas in a pod. Sitting round a warm fire, both clutching mugs, they rested. How nice it felt, to be by the fire, free. Of course, Olaf was expected round to theirs, alone, for some meeting. But the strange thing was, there was no Lucafont, no Flacutono...Olaf just wanted to see them. And as he said down on the phone, 'It's very, very important!"
The sisters felt important, knowing they were the only part of this. But neither had any idea of what it was. Tocuna lay back on her large armchair. Flo stayed leant forward, and held a kebab, so it was hovering over the fire, and then began chewing at it.
"You always were the messy eater," Tocuna snorted, with a giggle.
"I can't help it," Flo said" Besides, I'm too excited to care about how I eat."
"I guess so," Tocuna agreed, shuffling about in her chair," So, sis, what do you reckon it is?"
"Dunno really," Flo said," But it sure makes us look better then the others."
"Oh, yes!" Tocuna cried," Unless he's secretly seen them all as well."
"Maybe," Flo said, with a bitter and cold expression on her face. Maybe...maybe their doing even more important things."
"Maybe not."
"However, Olaf wouldn't admit."
"We have to find out."
Getting up from her chair, Tocuna glided across the room, to the phone on her desk. Shuffling around a few papers, she found it buried. She then switched the phone onto memory, and flicked down the list of names, until she arrived at what she was looking for.
Lucafont.
Pressing the 'phone' button, she held it up to her ear, as Flo got up, and rushed along to her. Ring, Ring.
"Hello?" Lucafont's familiar voice said.
"Hi, Lucafont," Tocuna said," Look, we were wondering if you could tell us something."
"Oh, hey Tocuna...anyway, what do you want to know. Is it the answer to one of those quiz shows you watch?"
The sisters regularly rang Lucafont for answers for questions for quiz shows.
"No, no, something more important," Flo said," We were wondering if Olaf had been to see you...personally, recently...maybe he did it as a secret between you two?"
"No, he hasn't been," Lucafont said, confused," Why do you ask?"
"Oh, just wondering," Tocuna replied," Look, we gotta go, bye."
"We?"
Tocuna hung up.
"Well, that solves it," she said," Just us."
"Unless he was lying," Flo pointed out.
"Whatever," Tocuna said," Let's just wait for Olaf."
"Yes."
And they left the phone on the desk, and sat back down by the fire. Five minutes later, Flo stared at the clock.
"He's late."
"Probably on his way."
"Or fashionably late," Flo added.
"Maybe that Esme made him...she's nuts about fashion!" Tocuna laughed.
"Maybe he's waiting outside...waiting until it's fashionably late!" Flo cried . "And with Esme whose got a gun to his head!" Tocuna cackled.
Ring...Ding Dong.
"There he is," Flo said," Fashionably late."
They giggled together, and then both got up and left the room. They trotted down the hallway, towards the grand door. Tocuna yanked open one latch, whilst Flo struggled, then eventually opened the other. The door swung open.
"Hello, Count Olaf," Flo greeted.
"Hello, you two," Olaf said, peered inside," I decided to be fashionably late."
Tocuna and Flo could barely hold in their laughter.
"Well, aren't you two going to invite me in?" Olaf snarled.
"Why...of course, sir," Flo said, and stood back, as to make a path for Olaf to walk through. "Come in, Count Olaf."
Olaf stepped in, and Tocuna shut the door behind him. Olaf took off his large coat, and dumped it on her, and she hung it up on the old coat rack, slightly pissed off.
As Olaf walked over to the living room with Flo, Tocuna noticed that he had an old 'In Boutique' bag round his back, and peered around, wondering what was inside.
When Tocuna returned, she saw Flo sitting back in he seat, comfortably, with her hands behind her head. But, Olaf was in her seat.
Bastard.
She walked back into the hallway, then into the kitchen, and grabbed one of the stools. She angrily dragged it back into the living room, and then seated herself between Olaf and Tocuna.
"So Olaf," Tocuna began," What are you here for?"
"Ah, we mustn't go too far too soon," Olaf mysteriously replied.
"Okay," Flo said, smiling," So, where do we begin?"
"How about why you chose us?" Tocuna said," Is that 'too far, too soon' for you?"
"No, no, Tocuna," Olaf replied, and then snarled," And don't take that tone with me."
"Right, whatever, sir," Flo interrupted," Now, why did you pick us?"
"Well, ladies, I believe I can trust you most," Olaf explained, his eyes glistening.
Liar.
Tocuna could see right through it. But Flo seemed to sit there, in delight, very shocked that he had said that. She looked as if she were to jump right over and snog him. Tocuna scowled.
"Now," Olaf said," We may as well go ahead."
He grabbed the bag from behind his back, and opened it. He pulled out a small parcel, and held it tightly in his hands.
"This is a huge secret," he said," And I cannot keep it. So I must give it to you." Flo blushed.
Tocuna didn't seem excited. She was just pissed off. "What is it?" she piped in.
"Ah, I can't tell you that, you two," Olaf said," Now, I must be off...I have to important business."
"Okay, okay," Flo said, and stood up. They hugged, and stared into each other's eyes.
"Goodnight," Flo said, and smiled. Olaf turned, and left.
Tocuna got up, and kicked the stool over. Then she sat in hers, where Olaf had unrightfully been.
"Let's open it!" she cried at her sister, as she joined her by the fireplace.
"No, Tocuna," Flo insisted," Olaf said not to open it."
"Olaf says a lot of things," Tocuna growled," Come on, he doesn't have to know."
"No, Tocuna!"
Tocuna snatched the parcel, and got up from her chair, and ran out of the room.
"Haha!" she cried.
Flo got up, and ran, chasing her sister through the house. Being the more athletic one, she caught up, and smacked Tocuna to the ground, and snatched the parcel back.
"Olaf says no, bitch!" she cried, and left the room they were in.
Grr...Tocuna was furious. It was as if Olaf had transformed her in one night.
Stupid Olaf...she wanted rid of him.
********
The next morning, Olaf woke up next to Flo. After the fight between the two sisters, Flo had left, with the parcel and went to Olaf's house.
Esme was out for the night, and they had slept together. And Flo was satisfied, no regret. She loved Olaf, and she was sure that Tocuna was jealous. Tocuna wanted him too. Flo got up, as Olaf lit a cigarette in bed.
Who got him, huh? I did, Tocuna. Ha.
Flo got back into bed, but heard a small rustling. Ignoring it, she kissed Olaf again, and he stubbed out the cigarette. He held her in his arms, and they kissed again. They didn't stop, until a louder rustling appeared, and long creak, two trotting sounds, and a gasp.
Esme had entered the house, and saw the two lovers kissing, both in bed together. She gasped again.
"What are you doing, Olaf?" she demanded.
"um...Esme, hi," Olaf replied.
"Hi, Esme," Flo said, winded by the shock.
"Olaf? And Flo? Together?" Esme gasped again, then grabbed Flo's shoes from the ground, and chucked them at the couple, before leaving the room in floods of tears.
Olaf and Flo stared at each other in shock for half a minute, then kissed again.
Tocuna lit another cigarette. She was at the Café Kafta, drinking her third coffee. She had no sleep the pervious night. She rested her head in her elbow, and rested her elbow on the table, and with her other hand, grabbed the mug of coffee and took a sip.
Where had Flo been?
How could she do that...just leave? Olaf had to pay...they had never argued like this before...they never argued, and that was only a small argument anyway.
Well, Olaf had made her leave. He had to pay whatever. Tocuna gazed out into the distance, and saw many people walking around in a hurry. She only recognized one. It was Esme, who was crying, in a state, running down the street.
"Hey, Esme!" Tocuna cried, and Esme's head turned to face her," What's up?" Esme rushed along to the outside table, and sat, crying.
"Esme? Are you okay?" Tocuna asked. Esme shook her head slightly, then cried more. "Tell me the whole story, Esme."
Flo and Olaf's morning was cut short. Lucafont and Flacutono wanted to meet Olaf for lunch, for something important. He didn't know what, but decided it was right to go. Flo waited back at the house, moping around, watching telly, and other things. Olaf kissed her goodbye.
"See ya soon," Flo said.
"Yeah, see you," Olaf said, and putting on his long tailcoat, left.
He walked along the West Street, that was actually to the North of the country, if you thought about it. He was looking for the Café Kafta, where Lucafont and Flacutono were waiting for him, apparently.
Suddenly, he noticed the café, as he entered Mary's Lane, although no one named Mary currently, or ever lived on that lane.
But Olaf wasn't really the one to protest against misnomer streets. He was more interested in the important things, money.
The Café was a large, nice shaped round-ish building, with a large sticky out roof thing over the outside tables, so that they wouldn't get wet when it was raining, although people rarely sat outside when it was raining, whether it had a strange ceiling over it or not.
But Olaf didn't really care about strange architecture either. He noticed that it was pretty busy outside, and spent a minute gazing at the tables, to see his top members of his troupe anyway. He saw them at the far side, both holding mugs of coffee, and saying things that were mused from Olaf's distance.
But he didn't notice that Tocuna and Esme were sitting on the table next to him. Nor did his co-workers.
He began walking towards the two men, who noticed and waved. Olaf held up a hand, as a small wave in return. He arrived, and Lucafont held out a chair in between them. Olaf sat, and Lucafont sat next to him.
"So, you two," he said," What do you want?"
"Let's get our meal first," Flacutono said, and held up his hand," Waiter! Waitress! We want to be served!" No one stopped for them, as the Café was very busy, and short on staff.
"Waiter!" "Waitress!"
"Shut it," Olaf said eventually, elbows on table," If you want to get things quick, you must be assertive!"
He stood up, and there was a loud sound as his chair squeaked back against the hard ground. He walked up the waiter, then grabbed him, and lifted him up slightly.
"Look," he said," Me and my friends-"
"He called us friends!" Lucafont whispered to Flacutono.
"-want to eat, but if you won't serve us then we can't. Now, I suggest you get us a meal, unless you want me to snap your back like a twig? Got that?"
"Y...y..es..." the waiter replied, scared stiff. Olaf let go, and the man fell to the floor. Then, Olaf walked back to his table.
"Good golly, that's amazing," Flacutono said.
******** "Ugh." Esme snarled.
"What?" Tocuna said, and sipped into her twelth coffee, although she was not acting hyper on caffeine.
"See what Olaf just did?" Esme asked.
"Nope," Tocuna said," Couldn't care less what that bloody fucker does."
"Oh," Esme said," Well it was vile-"
"As could be expected," Tocuna piped in.
"-Yes," Esme said," He was threatening the waiter like hell...grabbing him, and I'm pretty sure he said something about prodding him with a twig."
"Oh gosh," Tocuna said, sarcastically," How horrible."
"It is!" Esme cried.
"I know," Tocuna said," I meant prodding him with a twig." Esme frowned.
"Well, it was something to do with a twig, or a stick, or maybe a tree now that I think..."
Tocuna was un-interested. She was still upset, as Esme told her where Flo had been the previous night. Sleeping with Olaf. She scowled.
Like humping a bag of old socks.
"Wait...so Olaf's here?" Tocuna snapped into reality.
"Yeah." Esme said," Ugh, and I was trying to get away from him."
"Oh well," Tocuna said," At least he's not with Flo."
"Hey, Tocuna," Esme said, putting her hand on Tocuna's," You've just given me an idea. Come with me."
Esme got up, and made Tocuna leave her coffee.
Olaf's meal arrived, with Lucafont's and Flacutono's. They began, Olaf starting with the tender roast beef that he had just been served.
"So," he began, talking with food in his mouth open," Why did you bring me here?"
"Well sir," Lucafont said," We've both got some news for you...and we thought we'd tell you together."
"Okay..." Olaf agreed, unsure," So Flacutono, what's your news?"
"Well sir," he began," You know me and Geraldine-"
"Julienne?" Olaf asked.
"Yes," Flacutono confirmed," Geraldine Julienne. Well, you know me and her have been together for a while, right?"
"Yes, yes," Olaf said," Just get on with it."
"Well sir...she's pregnant!"
"She's what?"
"Pregnant, sir," Flacutono cried again," I'm so happy! I'll be a dad! But this means, I'll have to take a lot of time off...and quit for a short time during the pregnancy."
"What?" Olaf cried," No, Flacutono, make her abort it."
"Why sir?"
"Because I'm not having you taking time off," Olaf snarled," You have it aborted, alright?"
"No sir!" Flacutono cried.
"Well then, I'll have to deal with it myself then," Olaf snarled," You'll pay for this, you shit-face!" Flacutono snarled, then grabbed the steak and kidney pie he was eating, and slammed it into Olaf's face.
"You'll pay Olaf," he said, and walked off. Lucafont sat, watching in awe.
"That bastard," Olaf cried, wiping the meat and pastry from his face. So, what's your news, Lucafont?"
"Well sir," Lucafont began," I dunno how to tell you this...but...I'm...gay."
"What the fuck?" Olaf snarled," You're gay?"
"Yes," Lucafont said," It's really not a problem...I won't be taking any hours off or anything."
"So?" Olaf snorted," I'm not having a gay freak in my troupe!"
"Gay people aren't freaks!" Lucafont cried," Just because you're a homophobic idiot!"
"Gay people are stupid," Olaf snorted," Alright?"
"No!" Lucafont said," I can't believe how homophobic you are! Things really aren't going well for you, Olaf." He stood up," I'm outta here." He left.
Tocuna and Esme arrived at the front door of Olaf's house, Esme clutching a can on spray paint. Inside, Flo was asleep on the sofa.
Lucafont furiously walked along. Olaf should pay...no one that homophobic should have the right to live like he did.
Flcautono arrived at his house, where Geraldine was inside. He opened the door.
"I'm quitting working with Olaf, honey," he said, with a snarl," In fact, he'll be giving up things soon." He ran up the stairs.
"Hi to you, too," Geraldine said, confused.
Olaf arrived back alone at his house. He gasped.
"Fuckers." He yelled.
On his house, the words "Bastard!" "Cheater!" "Two-timer" and "Twat" were spray-painted clearly. He wiped his face. Who did that, he thought, then went inside, ignoring it.
Esme and Tocuna had split up, and were both at home. Lucafont and Flacutono were both at their homes too. All so angry, with one man. All fuming. Brutus-the person who looked like neither a man nor a woman, but was in fact a man- had quit two weeks before Tocuna and Flo fell out. Olaf had been too rude about his weight, and about his appearance. He was angry.
Tocuna was angry, Olaf had 'stolen' Flo, changed Flo, and made Flo turn against her. Esme was angry, Olaf had cheated on her with Flo.
Lucafont was angry. Olaf was too rude, and too homophobic.
Flacutono was angry. Angry because of what he had said, but he calmed down about that. Later that day, when he was sitting with Geraldinem heard a sound. Then, it got louder, until....
Crack.
The door bust, and Olaf trod in, screaming to Geraldine, shaking her, throwing her about. Then he whacked Flacutono. Geraldine was still in a state about it two hours after. He was angry.
So many people were angry and full of hatred for this man. So why did only one person, in the entire world have the courage, to do what everyone wanted.
That evening, Flo and Olaf were in bed. Olaf yawned, and they kissed.
"Just a second, Flo," he said," I need to go use the loo."
"Okay, honey." Flo waited patiently, as Olaf left the room. He didn't return.
When Flo went to see why he was taking so long, he was dead on the floor.
No gun shot, no wound, nothing.
Except for a small 'X' on his arm, and an open window, waving in the breeze.
But it was murder, and Flo knew it.
To Be Continued.
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