Chapter Fifteen: Your Drinking My Talent
Getting backstage had been fairly easy except for then embarrassing part. I could Vic for saying what he did but I'm here now and I need to protect Grace. I'd deal with Vic later. I'm waiting behind a curtain and suddenly Grace comes through. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of her. Okay so the skirt thing looks ridiculous but the tank top part looks amazing on her. It's the sort of thing you would find in the lingerie department or at Victoria's Secret.
'Hey Heart." I manage to squeeze out.
"What are you doin' here?" On the offensive right away. Not that I can blame her, our last conversation was.... strained. I don't have time for this, not now anyway.
"Listen to me, I think you may have been right. Frank is Kathy Morningside's son." I figure by telling her all the facts I could get on her good side, especially because I was agreeing with her.
"Frank? What? Discustin', perverted Frank?" Grace's astonishment is as obvious and overwhelming as everyone else's.
"He cleared under another name, I ran another CCH. He's got a wrap sheet, DUI, assault, even a weapons charge." I tell her as Vic runs to go get something. It's amazing even in the midst of all of this the man only has winning the crown on his mind.
"What? Are we doing full deployment? What are we doin'?" Grace asks happy she was right. I'm happy too because it appears she has forgiven me for not trusting in her and that just makes my day.
"MacDonald didn't want to hear about it. It's just us. We gotta go find Frank." By now Vic has come back and is dressing Grace for her talent. A woman I don't recognize pokes her head through the curtain.
"Oh, here you are. Your up next New Jersey." The woman tells us.
"I gotta go get my glasses." Grace states and we pass through the curtain to find several of the contestants drinking Grace's talent. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Your drinking my talent!"
Frantically, Grace licks her fingers and tries to produce the correct sounds for the correct glasses. I don't want to add to her worry but I have to ask, "What are you gonna do? You gotta make it into to top 5."
"Can you whistle?" Vic, of course, has a list of things to do as talents. Thank you Vic.
"No" Grace is frustrated, none of the glasses are producing the right sounds. I have my own frustrations right about now. Vic has me helping him button up Grace's shirt. Let's just suffice it to say it's been a long time since I slept with a woman who had this effect on me. Putting Grace's clothes on is planting ideas in my head.
"Make hand puppets?" Vic tries again.
"No."
"I once had a girl who rearranged furniture." Vic is grasping at straws, damnit!
"No, you said it. All I have is sarcasm and a gun." Grace is trying so hard.
"Yeah that and a right hook." I realize I doomed myself before she smiles. That wasn't meant to be a suggestion.
Getting backstage had been fairly easy except for then embarrassing part. I could Vic for saying what he did but I'm here now and I need to protect Grace. I'd deal with Vic later. I'm waiting behind a curtain and suddenly Grace comes through. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of her. Okay so the skirt thing looks ridiculous but the tank top part looks amazing on her. It's the sort of thing you would find in the lingerie department or at Victoria's Secret.
'Hey Heart." I manage to squeeze out.
"What are you doin' here?" On the offensive right away. Not that I can blame her, our last conversation was.... strained. I don't have time for this, not now anyway.
"Listen to me, I think you may have been right. Frank is Kathy Morningside's son." I figure by telling her all the facts I could get on her good side, especially because I was agreeing with her.
"Frank? What? Discustin', perverted Frank?" Grace's astonishment is as obvious and overwhelming as everyone else's.
"He cleared under another name, I ran another CCH. He's got a wrap sheet, DUI, assault, even a weapons charge." I tell her as Vic runs to go get something. It's amazing even in the midst of all of this the man only has winning the crown on his mind.
"What? Are we doing full deployment? What are we doin'?" Grace asks happy she was right. I'm happy too because it appears she has forgiven me for not trusting in her and that just makes my day.
"MacDonald didn't want to hear about it. It's just us. We gotta go find Frank." By now Vic has come back and is dressing Grace for her talent. A woman I don't recognize pokes her head through the curtain.
"Oh, here you are. Your up next New Jersey." The woman tells us.
"I gotta go get my glasses." Grace states and we pass through the curtain to find several of the contestants drinking Grace's talent. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Your drinking my talent!"
Frantically, Grace licks her fingers and tries to produce the correct sounds for the correct glasses. I don't want to add to her worry but I have to ask, "What are you gonna do? You gotta make it into to top 5."
"Can you whistle?" Vic, of course, has a list of things to do as talents. Thank you Vic.
"No" Grace is frustrated, none of the glasses are producing the right sounds. I have my own frustrations right about now. Vic has me helping him button up Grace's shirt. Let's just suffice it to say it's been a long time since I slept with a woman who had this effect on me. Putting Grace's clothes on is planting ideas in my head.
"Make hand puppets?" Vic tries again.
"No."
"I once had a girl who rearranged furniture." Vic is grasping at straws, damnit!
"No, you said it. All I have is sarcasm and a gun." Grace is trying so hard.
"Yeah that and a right hook." I realize I doomed myself before she smiles. That wasn't meant to be a suggestion.