Starbucks Coffee, Seattle
Scott had gone out and so Telsie and Demonica were the only people in the building who were below the age of forty, apart from the miniature oddity who didn't count. So, making the best of a bad situation Demonica went to see Telsie who was uncomfortably sitting in the main chamber, tentatively drinking coffee and eating jelly doughnuts.
"Hey." Demonica said, Telsie turned around quickly.
"Oh, hey." She replied in her soft American accent.
Demonica went to the coffee machine and pulled herself a cappuccino, and, taking a jelly doughnut from the counter she sat next to Telsie.
"So, how you doing?" Demonica asked.
"Okay I guess." Telsie said, not looking up from her drink.
The atmosphere in the room could be cut with a knife.
"If you're looking for Scott," Telsie continued, "he's gone out someplace."
Demonica shrugged, "No, I wasn't, thanks anyway."
They sat in silence for another couple of minutes until Demonica couldn't bear it any longer.
"Hey," she said, Telsie looked up, "look, I'm sorry about before, you know in Scott's room." She apologised, remembering the scene she'd created earlier. She realised that it must be pretty hard for Telsie being new around here, she knew what it felt like after all.
Telsie smiled, "It's okay. I've got a brother too so I know how you feel when you see him showing off to girls." There was a pause as Telsie and Demonica exchanged grateful looks. "But you know, Scott's not too bad, he's kinda cute."
Demonica rolled her eyes, "Oh pur-lease!"
Telsie laughed, "No, I suppose you wouldn't see that!"
After a brief pause Demonica turned to Telsie, "Have you had the guided tour?"
Telsie shook her head, "No but I'd like to, and we can fill each other in about ourselves."
"Yeah!" Demonica got up and Telsie followed, putting a last bite of jelly doughnut in her mouth.
The White House, Washington DC
The President of the United States of America sat at his desk, flicking pieces of paper into the bin aimlessly. He had managed to drag his ex-Chief of Staff's body into the closet behind the filing cabinet and now he was very bored. Very very bored. He had played solitaire for a while on the computer but after a while had grown bored and had decided to start writing his memoirs. However, he had only just got passed "I was born on 20th June 1952......." when the voice of Dr. Evil came over the loudspeakers again.
"Hello Mr. President."
"Hi." The President said flatly.
"Just to inform that you are reaching the deadline for handing over the money. Do you have it?"
"Nearly." The President lied through clenched teeth.
"Good." Dr. Evil said, "Then I shall bid you adieu. Adieu."
The President looked back down to his notepad, "I was born on 20th June 1952......" he muttered reading back over his work. He piked his pen up and began to write again, "I attended Oak Leaf Elementary passing every grade with exemplary marks, when I was twelve I moved to South Street Junior High......"
"Oh God." He groaned slamming his pen down on the desk, this was definitely going to be a long day.
Demonica's Room, Starbucks Coffee, Seattle
"So," Demonica said, flopping onto her bean bag, "What do you think to the lair?"
"Well, it was interesting." Telsie said picking up a lipstick from the dresser and looking at it thoughtfully, "Hey, I've got an idea."
Demonica sat up and looked up questioningly.
"We should do like makeovers or something! I mean you've got loads of stuff we could use!" She said excitedly, her hand sweeping over the dressing table where Demonica's entire collection of nail polishes, lipsticks, foundations, eye shadows, mascaras, hairbrushes and hair dyes sat. She had enjoyed duty free.
"Okay..." She said slowly, "You go first, sit in the chair and don't look in the mirror until I've finished."
"Okay, now what shall we do?" she puzzled, looking at her collection of various coloured foundations.
She put a bit of each foundation on her hand and held it up to the light so she could see each colour more clearly.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, startling Demonica who flung her hand down, straight onto Telsie's face.
"What the Hell are you doing?" Scott shouted, grabbing his sister's arm and twisting it painfully behind her back.
"We were doing makeovers." Demonica said though clenched teeth, fighting back the tears.
"Yeah, Scott, she was testing mascara on her hand and then you walked in and startled us." Telsie said, moving over to Scott and Demonica, trying to prise Scott's hand off Demonica's.
"Humph." Scott said, reluctantly letting his sister go. Demonica breathed in sharply, rubbing her sore arm.
"Yeah, well if that's all," He said, linking his arm with Telsie's, "we'll go. You okay?" He said, turning to Telsie.
"Of course I'm okay. We were just doing girlie stuff. Your sister's really nice, I can't see why you don't get on."
"Humph," was his sole reply.
The Kitchen, Starbucks Coffee
Mustafa walked around the kitchen thoughtfully, twirling his tassel in his hand as he did so. "So," He spoke softly to himself, "What can I do?" He paused by his huge kitchen knife but then shook his head, "Oh, no, no, no, no, something a lot more subtle than that needed, Mustafa." He continued to walk around the room.
Without drawing attention to herself, Demonica slipped quietly into the kitchen, there was no chocolate sprinkles left in the coffee machine so she had come to find some without enraging the red-hatted man. She paused as she saw him, apparently talking to himself, looking at a rather viscous looking knife. She moved closer, taking care to keep hidden behind tall cupboards and cookers.
"Hmmm," he continued to himself, "I need a plan...."
Suddenly he was interrupted from his thoughts by a loud clip clop of heels coming from behind him.
"Mustafa," It was Frau Fabissina, Demonica breathed in deeply so she would not be seen or heard by her mother,
"A young lady will be eating with us this evening so make sure you prepare an extra meal."
"Yes, of course." A dry smile played on his lips as Frau Fabissina turned on her heel and left the room. Demonica breathed an internal sigh of relief.
However, she couldn't relax for long as Mustafa suddenly moved over to the cupboard next to the one she was hiding behind, opened it and took out a dusty old book, blowing on it, sending dust particles everywhere, Demonica quickly covered her mouth and nose and tried very hard not to sneeze and shut the cupboard behind him.
"Ah ha!" He said, slamming down the volume on the table, sending even more dust particles into oblivion. Demonica gagged as she tried not to cough.
"Right," He said, opening the book, Demonica peered from her hiding place and just managed to read the title, 'Demonic Recipes'. "This is what I need." he grinned, taking a notepad from his top pocket and jotting down the information he read out.
"Sorbet Suprise," he read, "yeah, well it certainly will be a suprise when she eats it." He said ominously,
Demonica's eyes widened, "Sugar," he ticked off each item on his notepad, "fruit, water, juice......oh, I need some more supplies," he muttered, "arsenic."
Demonica breathed in sharply, surely he wasn't thinking of poisoning Telsie, nah, he wouldn't do that would he? She thought back to the day before when he was being ordered around by Dr. Evil and the harsh way the Frau had spoken to him just then. Quickly she darted from the kitchen, chocolate sprinkles forgotten, to Scott's room, she needed information and fast.
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I don't own the President, his Chief of Staff, or in fact the White House, plus the President in this story is a figment of my imagination and has nothing to do with President Bush. Just to add that to my disclaimer, because I still have no wish to be sued.
Scott had gone out and so Telsie and Demonica were the only people in the building who were below the age of forty, apart from the miniature oddity who didn't count. So, making the best of a bad situation Demonica went to see Telsie who was uncomfortably sitting in the main chamber, tentatively drinking coffee and eating jelly doughnuts.
"Hey." Demonica said, Telsie turned around quickly.
"Oh, hey." She replied in her soft American accent.
Demonica went to the coffee machine and pulled herself a cappuccino, and, taking a jelly doughnut from the counter she sat next to Telsie.
"So, how you doing?" Demonica asked.
"Okay I guess." Telsie said, not looking up from her drink.
The atmosphere in the room could be cut with a knife.
"If you're looking for Scott," Telsie continued, "he's gone out someplace."
Demonica shrugged, "No, I wasn't, thanks anyway."
They sat in silence for another couple of minutes until Demonica couldn't bear it any longer.
"Hey," she said, Telsie looked up, "look, I'm sorry about before, you know in Scott's room." She apologised, remembering the scene she'd created earlier. She realised that it must be pretty hard for Telsie being new around here, she knew what it felt like after all.
Telsie smiled, "It's okay. I've got a brother too so I know how you feel when you see him showing off to girls." There was a pause as Telsie and Demonica exchanged grateful looks. "But you know, Scott's not too bad, he's kinda cute."
Demonica rolled her eyes, "Oh pur-lease!"
Telsie laughed, "No, I suppose you wouldn't see that!"
After a brief pause Demonica turned to Telsie, "Have you had the guided tour?"
Telsie shook her head, "No but I'd like to, and we can fill each other in about ourselves."
"Yeah!" Demonica got up and Telsie followed, putting a last bite of jelly doughnut in her mouth.
The White House, Washington DC
The President of the United States of America sat at his desk, flicking pieces of paper into the bin aimlessly. He had managed to drag his ex-Chief of Staff's body into the closet behind the filing cabinet and now he was very bored. Very very bored. He had played solitaire for a while on the computer but after a while had grown bored and had decided to start writing his memoirs. However, he had only just got passed "I was born on 20th June 1952......." when the voice of Dr. Evil came over the loudspeakers again.
"Hello Mr. President."
"Hi." The President said flatly.
"Just to inform that you are reaching the deadline for handing over the money. Do you have it?"
"Nearly." The President lied through clenched teeth.
"Good." Dr. Evil said, "Then I shall bid you adieu. Adieu."
The President looked back down to his notepad, "I was born on 20th June 1952......" he muttered reading back over his work. He piked his pen up and began to write again, "I attended Oak Leaf Elementary passing every grade with exemplary marks, when I was twelve I moved to South Street Junior High......"
"Oh God." He groaned slamming his pen down on the desk, this was definitely going to be a long day.
Demonica's Room, Starbucks Coffee, Seattle
"So," Demonica said, flopping onto her bean bag, "What do you think to the lair?"
"Well, it was interesting." Telsie said picking up a lipstick from the dresser and looking at it thoughtfully, "Hey, I've got an idea."
Demonica sat up and looked up questioningly.
"We should do like makeovers or something! I mean you've got loads of stuff we could use!" She said excitedly, her hand sweeping over the dressing table where Demonica's entire collection of nail polishes, lipsticks, foundations, eye shadows, mascaras, hairbrushes and hair dyes sat. She had enjoyed duty free.
"Okay..." She said slowly, "You go first, sit in the chair and don't look in the mirror until I've finished."
"Okay, now what shall we do?" she puzzled, looking at her collection of various coloured foundations.
She put a bit of each foundation on her hand and held it up to the light so she could see each colour more clearly.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, startling Demonica who flung her hand down, straight onto Telsie's face.
"What the Hell are you doing?" Scott shouted, grabbing his sister's arm and twisting it painfully behind her back.
"We were doing makeovers." Demonica said though clenched teeth, fighting back the tears.
"Yeah, Scott, she was testing mascara on her hand and then you walked in and startled us." Telsie said, moving over to Scott and Demonica, trying to prise Scott's hand off Demonica's.
"Humph." Scott said, reluctantly letting his sister go. Demonica breathed in sharply, rubbing her sore arm.
"Yeah, well if that's all," He said, linking his arm with Telsie's, "we'll go. You okay?" He said, turning to Telsie.
"Of course I'm okay. We were just doing girlie stuff. Your sister's really nice, I can't see why you don't get on."
"Humph," was his sole reply.
The Kitchen, Starbucks Coffee
Mustafa walked around the kitchen thoughtfully, twirling his tassel in his hand as he did so. "So," He spoke softly to himself, "What can I do?" He paused by his huge kitchen knife but then shook his head, "Oh, no, no, no, no, something a lot more subtle than that needed, Mustafa." He continued to walk around the room.
Without drawing attention to herself, Demonica slipped quietly into the kitchen, there was no chocolate sprinkles left in the coffee machine so she had come to find some without enraging the red-hatted man. She paused as she saw him, apparently talking to himself, looking at a rather viscous looking knife. She moved closer, taking care to keep hidden behind tall cupboards and cookers.
"Hmmm," he continued to himself, "I need a plan...."
Suddenly he was interrupted from his thoughts by a loud clip clop of heels coming from behind him.
"Mustafa," It was Frau Fabissina, Demonica breathed in deeply so she would not be seen or heard by her mother,
"A young lady will be eating with us this evening so make sure you prepare an extra meal."
"Yes, of course." A dry smile played on his lips as Frau Fabissina turned on her heel and left the room. Demonica breathed an internal sigh of relief.
However, she couldn't relax for long as Mustafa suddenly moved over to the cupboard next to the one she was hiding behind, opened it and took out a dusty old book, blowing on it, sending dust particles everywhere, Demonica quickly covered her mouth and nose and tried very hard not to sneeze and shut the cupboard behind him.
"Ah ha!" He said, slamming down the volume on the table, sending even more dust particles into oblivion. Demonica gagged as she tried not to cough.
"Right," He said, opening the book, Demonica peered from her hiding place and just managed to read the title, 'Demonic Recipes'. "This is what I need." he grinned, taking a notepad from his top pocket and jotting down the information he read out.
"Sorbet Suprise," he read, "yeah, well it certainly will be a suprise when she eats it." He said ominously,
Demonica's eyes widened, "Sugar," he ticked off each item on his notepad, "fruit, water, juice......oh, I need some more supplies," he muttered, "arsenic."
Demonica breathed in sharply, surely he wasn't thinking of poisoning Telsie, nah, he wouldn't do that would he? She thought back to the day before when he was being ordered around by Dr. Evil and the harsh way the Frau had spoken to him just then. Quickly she darted from the kitchen, chocolate sprinkles forgotten, to Scott's room, she needed information and fast.
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I don't own the President, his Chief of Staff, or in fact the White House, plus the President in this story is a figment of my imagination and has nothing to do with President Bush. Just to add that to my disclaimer, because I still have no wish to be sued.