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Author's Notes-To the 'Crew theorists. You ladies are cleeeeeever. ;) And baby amphibians?
Spoilers-Angel Maintenance Post-Ep, 20 Hours in America
Feedback-Always greatly appreciated.
Archive-Lemme know where, thanks.
No Smoking-The Return of Margaret LaLanne.
She frowned and crossed her arms when she saw the smoke billow up around her boss's head. "Y'know, I know that's not your breath 'cause it's not cold."
Leo turned, his cigarette still in his hand. "Good grief, Margaret, give a guy a heart attack."
"No, I think you're doing just fine with that one on your own."
He sighed.
"I thought you quit smoking."
"The American public thinks that about the President, too."
"Leo--"
"I'm an addict, Margaret, what do you want from me?"
"For you to fight."
"It's been a long day."
"It's no excuse."
"So, you want me to fight... with you."
"No, I want you to fight this," she said, crossing to him and snatching the cigarette from his hand and dropping it to the sidewalk, snuffing it out with her high-heeled shoe.
"Well, I am going to fight that, 'cause I can have the guard at the door escort you back inside and let me light up again."
"I don't think so."
"Oh, I do."
"I'm a grown man, Margaret, I can make my own bad decisions."
"We're trying to fight big tobacco--"
"How often have you seen me smoke?"
"It used to be all the time."
"Recently, Margaret. Recently."
"Not recently."
"So, it's not really a problem."
"Speaking of problems..."
"Problems?"
"And their solutions, sort of."
"Is there a point coming in anytime soon?"
"Air Force One..."
"It's landing."
"Soon."
"Oh, holy--"
"The next thing on my list: your swearing."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Get me the President on the phone."
"Yes, sir."
End.
Author's Notes-To the 'Crew theorists. You ladies are cleeeeeever. ;) And baby amphibians?
Spoilers-Angel Maintenance Post-Ep, 20 Hours in America
Feedback-Always greatly appreciated.
Archive-Lemme know where, thanks.
No Smoking-The Return of Margaret LaLanne.
She frowned and crossed her arms when she saw the smoke billow up around her boss's head. "Y'know, I know that's not your breath 'cause it's not cold."
Leo turned, his cigarette still in his hand. "Good grief, Margaret, give a guy a heart attack."
"No, I think you're doing just fine with that one on your own."
He sighed.
"I thought you quit smoking."
"The American public thinks that about the President, too."
"Leo--"
"I'm an addict, Margaret, what do you want from me?"
"For you to fight."
"It's been a long day."
"It's no excuse."
"So, you want me to fight... with you."
"No, I want you to fight this," she said, crossing to him and snatching the cigarette from his hand and dropping it to the sidewalk, snuffing it out with her high-heeled shoe.
"Well, I am going to fight that, 'cause I can have the guard at the door escort you back inside and let me light up again."
"I don't think so."
"Oh, I do."
"I'm a grown man, Margaret, I can make my own bad decisions."
"We're trying to fight big tobacco--"
"How often have you seen me smoke?"
"It used to be all the time."
"Recently, Margaret. Recently."
"Not recently."
"So, it's not really a problem."
"Speaking of problems..."
"Problems?"
"And their solutions, sort of."
"Is there a point coming in anytime soon?"
"Air Force One..."
"It's landing."
"Soon."
"Oh, holy--"
"The next thing on my list: your swearing."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Get me the President on the phone."
"Yes, sir."
End.