"I'm bored," Shannon moaned. She was lying limp and useless on a red velvet coach in a large office. A man was standing in the corner, shuffling through legal documents. The room was poorly lit by the windows to the harbor.
"Tough. It wasn't my decision for you to stay with me, it was yours. It's not my responsibility to make sure that you are entertained," He snapped back at her. He didn't even lift his head from his desk. Shannon jumped off the couch and walked over to the large map that took up an entire wall.
"That's not what America looks like at all, Becky," Shannon pointed out in her smart alecky way. Beckett looked to the map.
"Yes, yes, Miss Shannon. We're all very aware of your vastly superior knowledge. Now, please leave me to my work," He said dismissively. Shannon pouted.
"But I'm so BOOOORED!" She groaned with frustration. Beckett was getting irritated.
"THEN WHY DID YOU WANT TO STAY WITH ME?!" He screamed as his face grew bright red. Shannon cowered on to the couch.
"I didn't think it would be so boring." She mumbled as she flicked dust from the velvet couch. She plopped back down on to the couch to see what fun she could coax from the ceiling. She settled for watching the fan blades spin idly. Beckett sighed.
"Fine, ok. My office is a boring, boring place. What did you expect?" He walked over to the slightly hypnotized and very bored girl.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, you're a lord or something, right? You should be out, like, 'busting' people or something." She continued to watch the blades of the fan spin slowly in rhythm. Beckett rubbed his temples.
"Unfortunately, no, I should not be out 'busting' people. How do you propose I can entertain you, now?" He offered to her. Shannon looked at him as though he were a lunatic.
"Since when did you care?"
"Since you became so perfectly irritating that I could no longer stand it if I tried; now what do you want to do?"