Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
TDF
Sunday, October 9, 2011 – 10:27 am – The Daily Fix Coffee Café, Port Angeles, WA
I am not getting enough sleep. Having two jobs, grad school, and a social life are draining me. I think the roller coaster of emotions I've had myself on aren't helping much either.
I am hypnotized by the alluring comfort of the leather couch, which is calling to me from its cozy spot by the fireplace, when Irina and Tanya Denali walk in.
"Good morning Tanya, Irina," I greet, surprised to see both of them on a Sunday morning.
"Good morning, Bella," Irina greets me with a smile. "It's the last nice weekend of Indian Summer so we decided to take a walk for our coffee."
"Good morning, Bella. Irina, go get us a table, I will order," Tanya instructs her sister with a little shove.
"Watch yourself, Tanya," Irina eyes her sister before picking out a table by the fireplace.
Irina daudles about the register and counter ordering their coffee, examining the breakfast food in the display case, and talking about her cats. Finally, with a quick glance over her shoulder she leans in close to me over the counter.
"Is my sister watching me?" Tanya asks in a hushed voice.
I look over and sure enough Irina has her eyes trained on the two of us. I nod my answer to Tanya.
"Damn. Okay, here is the plan. In five minutes I am going to stand up and stretch, if I reach for the sky it means the plan is off, but if I reach forward, meet me by the bathrooms so I can read your fortune," she rattles off.
Confused I just thrust my open palm at her, "Here, just do it now, I don't understand the cloak and dagger routine."
Tanya gasps and slaps my hand away with so much force it stings. I stare at her wide eyed and frozen in my place. I never knew any of my grandparents, but I now know what it feels like to be thoroughly chastised by a senior.
"Now you've gone and done it!" Tanya exclaims. "I made a bet with her that she couldn't go a week without accosting strangers with her thinly veiled euphemisms and she said that I couldn't go a week without telling people about their futures. First one to fold has to wrestle Mr. Rochester into his waistcoat for the next three photo shoots. He is 18 pounds of fat, fur and claws...
"...and I cannot help but share my gift of foresight. I was given this gift for the good of others..."she rambles on.
Tanya is too busy mumbling and giving me the death glare to notice her sister sidle up to next her. Irina gives me a triumphant smile before her face morphs.
"What did I tell you, Tanya? You made it what twelve hours? Leave Bella alone. Sit down I will carry our food over," Irina sneers and scolds her sister.
"No no no no…Bella listens to me and she has a bad week ahead of her and she needs my guidance…"
"Sit. Down. Tanya," Irina interrupts and elbows her sister away from the counter.
"….Bella! Keep your mind open and your legs closed!...ummph stop pushing me, Irina, I am going…I am going," Tanya calls over her shoulder.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that if you listen to the ramblings of a mad woman, then you yourself are mad?" Irina scolds me while gently but authoritatively shoving her back towards their seats.
When Tanya is out of earshot Irina turns back to me like that cat that got the canary.
"Speaking of rambling old mad women," she eyes me up and down. "Have you let any cocks in your henhouse, yet?"
TDF
AN: I sort of adore these two. I picture them as the female equivalents of Statler and Waldorf…only dirtier.
Remember, no Beta, just me.
Two more today!