Disclaimer: I'm STILL not making any money,
and I still don't own anyone but Susana and her couch. Edwin McCain owns
the song "The Rhythm of Life" as well as the CD it's on, Misguided
Roses, which Susana puts on when she gets in the car. It's cool, check it out.
Disclaimer
part 2: Don't use guns, kids. They're bad.
Notes:
Sound
*Thought*
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Telepathic conversation {
Setting:
Outside the café. About 3:30 PM.
The
two girls, relaxed after finishing their desserts and coffee, both groaned
good-naturedly as they noticed the late hour.
While Jubilee paid their bill, Susana packed away their new purchases
and shuffled out to the car, weighed down with chocolate crème pie and a bag
full of new books. She unlocked and opened the car, then dropped the bag into
the back and started the car to let it warm up until Jubilee got done. She popped an Edwin McCain CD in, skipped a
few songs, and smiled contentedly as splashing sounds and a rhythmic bassline
filled the car. Then she sat back to
wait for Jubilee.
Jubilee
emerged from the restaurant and began to walk towards the car, then stopped, a
devilish glint in her eye. She walked
along the back of the outside dining area, hiding behind servers and customers
as much as she could. She turned
towards the car when she was about 5 feet behind it. When she reached the bumper, she crouched down and scrunched her
way along the side of the car, stopping under the passenger window. She readied herself, suppressing a giggle at
her own silliness, and bounced up out of her crouch.
Susana
had been sifting through her purse as Jubilee was getting into position for her
surprise, and with one smooth movement that belied hours of practice, she
pulled out her pistol and aimed straight at Jubilee's chest. Then, shaking slightly as she realized who
was outside the window, she flicked the safety to On and put the gun back in
her bag. Reaching over the seat, she
dropped the purse onto the floor and opened the door so it bumped the
still-shocked Jubilee in the stomach.
"Sorry
about that. I kinda freak out, you
know? Memories and all…Anyway, hop in."
Jubilee's
mind whirled. Susana, with her happy
family and Zen life outlook, had actually been scared enough of something to
devote time- lots of it, from the look of that draw- to practicing the quickest
and most effective way to handle a gun.
The fact that she still carried the gun and didn't seem the least bit
rusty with her draw seemed to mean that she was still concerned. Jubilee hunched down in her seat and stared
straight through the windshield. They
made the drive home without speaking, the road noise and music of the CD
filling the awkward silence.
