Disclaimer: We do not own the WWE (Vince McMahon does, but you already know that), nor are
we in any way affiliated with the company. We just write, that's all, a couple of poor, penniless
writers who don't do this for profit...
Pyper: We would have updated sooner, but as you can see the problems with ff.net kept us from
doing that. Well, at least it gave us time to formulate more story ideas and jot them down.
Azrael: This chapter is actually longer than I first expected it to be. I think I wrote it with two
condescending voices in my head, answering the other back. Yes, I admit, I hear voices in my head.
I doubt any aspiring writer is anywhere near sane in the first place...
Pyper: Hey, I hear voices in my head too! Does that mean I'm a writer for real?
Azrael: No, Pyper, that's just you.
Pyper: You're mean...
THE EXECUTIVE SUITE II
Right, we're going back there for the meantime again.
Stephanie was clutching her stomach. She had neglected to follow the warning on the PA system
to buckle up, too absorbed in recording the 'conversation' between Stacy and her father. As a result
she had been tossed around like a rag doll for the first couple of minutes before she managed to
drag herself to the seat and fasten her belt.
If it was any consolation, Stacy and Vince in the other room were just as rudely interrupted, but
man; we're not going to go into that.
Back in the other suite Stephanie frantically grabbed at an airline sick bag and promptly threw up
into it, just as David Flair walked into the room.
"Oh, Jesus…" he groaned, looking away.
Stephanie's reply was to throw up more, but seeing as David was there, she turned to face away
from him as she did so.
When the sounds of her vomiting had stopped, David turned around cautiously. He saw the Billion
Dollar Princess wiping her lips with a napkin and hiding the sickness bag behind a chair. He rolled his
eyes.
"All right, what are you doing here??" she demanded, although she was still reeling from the motion
sickness that had hit her.
"I could ask you the same question." David shot back at her. "You're supposed to be suspended,
remember?"
"I don't have to answer to you!" Stephanie said arrogantly.
"Then neither I to you." David countered.
She seethed. "Grr, Flair, I'm in a really bad mood, so don't make me…" Stephanie cut herself off
when her stomach gave another lurch, making her clutch at it again and cover her mouth.
"Make you what? Throw up all over me?" David mocked, although he took a cautious step back.
God forbid.
Stephanie waved a threatening finger at him before going over to fish out her sick bag again and
turning away from him to proceed and practically hurl her guts out for the second time that flight.
"Shit, you're going to be all right, right?" David said, an unsure look on his face.
"Yes, no thanks to you." Stephanie snapped. She straightened up, and although she still looked a
little green it was a considerably better step from a while ago. She turned to him. "Listen, I
don't really care what you're doing here. Right now, all I care about is you leaving. I'm in the
middle of something important."
"Like what? Hiding your illicit affair that's ongoing despite divorce proceedings?" David snickered.
Stephanie's eyes widened in rage. "How dare you insinuate something like that!"
"Hey, hearing of your track record, I wouldn't be surprised." David said. He began to walk around,
looking behind the couch and the screen, in the bathroom and where else. "Okay, you don't need
to hide him from me. Where is he? I won't rat you out."
"I do not have a guy hidden here, or anywhere else!!" Stephanie yelled out indignantly.
David looked at her flushed face and grinned. She was just too easy to annoy. He was about to
say something when his ears caught a slight sound. He turned, puzzled. "What was that?"
"Oh, so you finally heard it." Stephanie muttered. "That is dad's sickening display of, shall we say,
'affection' towards his personal assistant. And you talk about me having an affair."
David's eyes wandered over to the vent in the corner. He moved closer to it and listened cautiously.
"Stacy, are you all right?" it was Vince's distinct tone.
"Oh, I think so, Mr. McMahon." Stacy's slightly pained voice answered him.
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask that the PA system be turned off in this room." Vince
groaned.
"But you'd think that something as serious as a storm would cause them to disregard that order."
Stacy muttered. "Are you sure about those two pilots you asked me to hire? They seemed kind of
young."
"They had excellent qualifications. You saw the papers yourself." Vince said. "Stacy, you aren't
looking so good. How about taking a seat next to me?"
"Oh, thank you, Mr. McMahon." Stacy said with a sigh, and there was an audible whoosh as she sat
down on the couch in the other suite.
"Are you sure you weren't hurt?" Vince said in a mock worried voice. "Here, let me take a look
at you."
"Mr. McMahon!" Stacy actually giggled. "If I were hurt, I doubt it would be there!"
"It doesn't hurt to check, now does it?" Vince said, his grin practically perceptible.
Shuddering, David finally reeled back and took a step away from the vent, staring at it as if it
were something nasty. "Now I see another plausible reason why dad wouldn't take the executive
suite." He said in disgust.
"See what I've had to put up with for the past hour?" Stephanie said, sitting back down on the couch.
"Christ, how can you stand it?" David said. "Don't you get the in-flight movie up here? Couldn't
you have used that to drown out the sound or something?"
"Right, you actually want me to watch the Scorpion King?" Stephanie said with a sneer on her face.
"You'll forgive me if I say that I've had my fill of the Rock."
David gave her a weird look.
Stephanie caught it. "I meant that I was always around that self-centered idiot every time there
was a taping!" she said defensively. "What the hell were you thinking??"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing." David said as innocently as he could.
Stephanie continued to scowl at him as only she could. Then she finally relaxed a bit and a half-
smile in fact crossed her face. "Something good did come out of this whole trip, though." She held
up the tape recorder.
"What's that?"
"It's a tape recorder, you moron."
"I know that." David said irritably. "But what is it for?"
"What else?" Stephanie said. "I captured the whole 'conversation' between dad and his personal
assistant. I'll blackmail him with it, and if that doesn't work, I'll use it to destroy him and take
over his place."
"Ambitious, aren't you?"
Stephanie ignored his sarcasm. "What matters is, I'll soon be back on WWE programming, so I
suggest that you start being nicer to me, little boy." She smirked at him.
To her utter surprise, David began to laugh. He laughed long and hard, dropping into a single
couch and thoroughly pissing off Stephanie even more. "And what exactly is so funny, if I may
ask??" she snapped at him.
"You and your flawed plan, that's what." David said amidst guffaws.
"Flawed?" Stephanie exclaimed, her voice rising a notch, making it sound whiny and even more
painful, if possible.
"Sure." David said, crossing his legs. "Think about it. You can try and blackmail your dad, but
not even he can lift the settlement that you agreed to in that last match for the Undisputed
Championship." He leaned back into the seat. "You can very well try to overthrow your dad,
but you might as well face it. The last time you tried that with your dear brother, well, we all
saw how fruitful that went."
Stephanie narrowed her eyes at his sarcasm.
"And even if you did manage to pull of something like that through some sort of miracle, it
won't get you very far." David said. He looked around. "Hey, can we call one of the stewardesses
over to get us something to eat? I'm starving…" he reached over to press the stewardess call
button.
Stephanie abruptly slapped his hand away. "What do you mean by I won't get very far??" she
demanded, ignoring his request for food.
"Ow!" David protested, recoiling and rubbing his hand. He glared at her but answered her
question nonetheless. "You may be able to take over your father's position, but then you forget
that my dad is still the fifty percent owner. Whatever decisions you make for the company
it'll have to be unanimous with him." He reached over and abruptly pressed the call button. "So
there!"
"Why you…" Stephanie caught herself and fought to remain calm. As much as she hated what
he said, she had to admit that he did have a point.
David sat there with a smile on his face, watching her count to ten. He wondered how much
longer before she decided to strangle the life out of him.
The door opened then. A flight attendant stuck her head in and flashed the both of them a
smile. "Hello. You called?"
"Yes, can we have something to eat? Wait, here's the menu." David reached over and picked
up the menu on the table. "Ah, yes, get me…" he blinked for a moment and did a double take.
Every single thing on the menu was composed of a random dish in the Can You Take the Heat
cookbook. He sighed and chose something nevertheless. "Well, I might as well try Stephanie's
Waldorf Salad." He looked across the table at Stephanie herself. "And what'll you have?"
She uttered something akin to a suppressed growl.
"Make that some of Jericho's Doodles for the lady." David said, closing the menu. "And two
sherbets."
"Right away, sir." The stewardess said pleasantly before exiting and shutting the door behind her.
David turned back to Stephanie. She was in the process of grinding her teeth together. He
smiled again. "Oh don't be so sore, Stephanie." He said. "Just be glad I'm not throwing you out
of here, since technically I have every right to use it and you don't. Trust me, you won't like stick-
ing around the main cabin."
Stephanie took a deep breath, and to David's mild surprise she smiled back at him. She actually
pulled off looking charming. "You know what, fine, I'm not going to let you get to me anymore.
On the contrary, I'm going to try and enjoy my time here with you."
"No, I'm not going to sleep with you." David immediately said. "Not even if it drowns out the
sounds coming from the next room."
Stephanie astonishingly kept her cool. "I didn't mean that, silly." She said with a forced giggle.
David gave her a suspicious look. Did she think he was dense enough not to notice a laugh as
fake as that? 'I didn't mean that, silly?' Please.
"You know, being as our fathers are business partners, I think we should use this opportunity to
get to know each other better." Stephanie said, sliding over the couch to get as close as she could
to him without actually getting up.
"What for? I'm still in training and you're not allowed on programming." David said dryly.
Man, this guy was hard to crack. Stephanie kept her smile as beaming as ever, though. "Oh come
on, David. Don't be like that. Since we've got about an hour or so left on this plane, we might as
well make the best of it."
"Ookay…" David said hesitantly.
"Let's try to establish some common ground." Stephanie began. "Tell me about yourself. What
do you like, what don't you like, about your family, etceteras…"
"Why don't we be specific here."
"Let's start with your family then." Stephanie said brightly. "Tell me about your relationship with
your dad or something."
David cocked an eyebrow. There it was, she just gave herself away again. She was obviously
using him to get to his father, or at least try to wheedle out some information about the Nature
Boy through him. "Dad and I get along just fine." He answered her.
"Oh come on, a while ago you were all chatty." Stephanie pouted.
"Well then let me put it this way." David said. "At least I don't have to skulk around air vents
recording his illegal affairs."
Stephanie rested her back onto the couch in a huff. "I thought you wanted to talk."
"I never actually used those words." David told her. "I just said that you could stick around here
for the rest of the flight."
"Well forgive me for trying to start a conversation."
"No, if that was what you were originally trying to do, then I wouldn't have minded." David said.
"No, Stephie, what you were unabashedly doing was trying to charm me into spilling some nasty
secret of my father's, or something along the lines of that."
"I wouldn't do that!" Stephanie defended with her best wide-eyed stare.
"Oh spare me, Stephanie."
"Oh all right!!" Stephanie yelled out loud, standing up and glowering down at him. She looked
like she was about to yell again when another smile lit up her face. This one suited her more
than the first civilized one. It was absolutely conniving. "Tell you what, why don't you join me."
"Excuse me?"
"Think about it, we can overthrow both our fathers and take over WWE together." Stephanie
said enthusiastically.
"That's crazy."
"No, it's brilliant!!"
"No, It's just crazy!" David said from his place still on the single couch. "Listen, this is not a
fucking empire! You don't show a bunch of incriminating evidence of your father's lurid personal
life and expect to be handed the place of power on a silver platter!!"
"It will be if we bend it our way!!" Stephanie insisted.
"No, there is no our, just your." David told her sharply, standing up to face her evenly. "Just
you, got it?? Keep me out of your delusional dreams of power!"
That was apparently quite enough for Stephanie. With a seething cry and dove for David and
actually tackled him to the ground. David, obviously not expecting a physical attack just then,
fell over backwards and over the single couch he had been sitting on, Stephanie sprawling on top
of him.
The door opened and the stewardess from earlier entered brightly with their food on a cart.
She saw the ongoing fight between the children of the co-owners of the WWE and her smile
did not even falter. "Okay, I'll just leave the food here, sir, madam." She said, wheeling the cart
in and leaving it by the door before shutting it.
The two rolling on the floor didn't even notice her, too engrossed in trying to beat the shit out of
each other.
***
Vince had pressed himself up against the wall, listening closely. "What in the hell is Stephanie
doing that's causing so much ruckus there?" he wondered out loud.
Stacy shrugged.
***
Pyper: But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me/ so this must mean
I'm disgusting, but it's just me I'm just obscene! Hey!
Azrael: *Scowls.* Oh sure, rub it in my face that my blasted stereo is holding that CD and two others
hostage, why don't you.
Pyper: Hey, you were the one dumb enough to get the damned thing busted.
Azrael: Nay, Pyper, there are just random shit in your life that cannot be avoided. You being
around me is one of them.
Pyper: Hey, I actually got that pun! (Whines.) You were making fun of me again, weren't you?
Azrael: *Sighs.* Well, so much for this chapter. This is thankfully the last time we'll be taking you
to the executive suite, that's for sure. We hope that you enjoyed this latest chapter. The next
one is already in the works, and promises to be much better, I assure you.
Pyper: Yeah, you should see when... (Sees Azrael shooting her a death look.) Okay, I'll keep quiet.
Please review!
we in any way affiliated with the company. We just write, that's all, a couple of poor, penniless
writers who don't do this for profit...
Pyper: We would have updated sooner, but as you can see the problems with ff.net kept us from
doing that. Well, at least it gave us time to formulate more story ideas and jot them down.
Azrael: This chapter is actually longer than I first expected it to be. I think I wrote it with two
condescending voices in my head, answering the other back. Yes, I admit, I hear voices in my head.
I doubt any aspiring writer is anywhere near sane in the first place...
Pyper: Hey, I hear voices in my head too! Does that mean I'm a writer for real?
Azrael: No, Pyper, that's just you.
Pyper: You're mean...
THE EXECUTIVE SUITE II
Right, we're going back there for the meantime again.
Stephanie was clutching her stomach. She had neglected to follow the warning on the PA system
to buckle up, too absorbed in recording the 'conversation' between Stacy and her father. As a result
she had been tossed around like a rag doll for the first couple of minutes before she managed to
drag herself to the seat and fasten her belt.
If it was any consolation, Stacy and Vince in the other room were just as rudely interrupted, but
man; we're not going to go into that.
Back in the other suite Stephanie frantically grabbed at an airline sick bag and promptly threw up
into it, just as David Flair walked into the room.
"Oh, Jesus…" he groaned, looking away.
Stephanie's reply was to throw up more, but seeing as David was there, she turned to face away
from him as she did so.
When the sounds of her vomiting had stopped, David turned around cautiously. He saw the Billion
Dollar Princess wiping her lips with a napkin and hiding the sickness bag behind a chair. He rolled his
eyes.
"All right, what are you doing here??" she demanded, although she was still reeling from the motion
sickness that had hit her.
"I could ask you the same question." David shot back at her. "You're supposed to be suspended,
remember?"
"I don't have to answer to you!" Stephanie said arrogantly.
"Then neither I to you." David countered.
She seethed. "Grr, Flair, I'm in a really bad mood, so don't make me…" Stephanie cut herself off
when her stomach gave another lurch, making her clutch at it again and cover her mouth.
"Make you what? Throw up all over me?" David mocked, although he took a cautious step back.
God forbid.
Stephanie waved a threatening finger at him before going over to fish out her sick bag again and
turning away from him to proceed and practically hurl her guts out for the second time that flight.
"Shit, you're going to be all right, right?" David said, an unsure look on his face.
"Yes, no thanks to you." Stephanie snapped. She straightened up, and although she still looked a
little green it was a considerably better step from a while ago. She turned to him. "Listen, I
don't really care what you're doing here. Right now, all I care about is you leaving. I'm in the
middle of something important."
"Like what? Hiding your illicit affair that's ongoing despite divorce proceedings?" David snickered.
Stephanie's eyes widened in rage. "How dare you insinuate something like that!"
"Hey, hearing of your track record, I wouldn't be surprised." David said. He began to walk around,
looking behind the couch and the screen, in the bathroom and where else. "Okay, you don't need
to hide him from me. Where is he? I won't rat you out."
"I do not have a guy hidden here, or anywhere else!!" Stephanie yelled out indignantly.
David looked at her flushed face and grinned. She was just too easy to annoy. He was about to
say something when his ears caught a slight sound. He turned, puzzled. "What was that?"
"Oh, so you finally heard it." Stephanie muttered. "That is dad's sickening display of, shall we say,
'affection' towards his personal assistant. And you talk about me having an affair."
David's eyes wandered over to the vent in the corner. He moved closer to it and listened cautiously.
"Stacy, are you all right?" it was Vince's distinct tone.
"Oh, I think so, Mr. McMahon." Stacy's slightly pained voice answered him.
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask that the PA system be turned off in this room." Vince
groaned.
"But you'd think that something as serious as a storm would cause them to disregard that order."
Stacy muttered. "Are you sure about those two pilots you asked me to hire? They seemed kind of
young."
"They had excellent qualifications. You saw the papers yourself." Vince said. "Stacy, you aren't
looking so good. How about taking a seat next to me?"
"Oh, thank you, Mr. McMahon." Stacy said with a sigh, and there was an audible whoosh as she sat
down on the couch in the other suite.
"Are you sure you weren't hurt?" Vince said in a mock worried voice. "Here, let me take a look
at you."
"Mr. McMahon!" Stacy actually giggled. "If I were hurt, I doubt it would be there!"
"It doesn't hurt to check, now does it?" Vince said, his grin practically perceptible.
Shuddering, David finally reeled back and took a step away from the vent, staring at it as if it
were something nasty. "Now I see another plausible reason why dad wouldn't take the executive
suite." He said in disgust.
"See what I've had to put up with for the past hour?" Stephanie said, sitting back down on the couch.
"Christ, how can you stand it?" David said. "Don't you get the in-flight movie up here? Couldn't
you have used that to drown out the sound or something?"
"Right, you actually want me to watch the Scorpion King?" Stephanie said with a sneer on her face.
"You'll forgive me if I say that I've had my fill of the Rock."
David gave her a weird look.
Stephanie caught it. "I meant that I was always around that self-centered idiot every time there
was a taping!" she said defensively. "What the hell were you thinking??"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing." David said as innocently as he could.
Stephanie continued to scowl at him as only she could. Then she finally relaxed a bit and a half-
smile in fact crossed her face. "Something good did come out of this whole trip, though." She held
up the tape recorder.
"What's that?"
"It's a tape recorder, you moron."
"I know that." David said irritably. "But what is it for?"
"What else?" Stephanie said. "I captured the whole 'conversation' between dad and his personal
assistant. I'll blackmail him with it, and if that doesn't work, I'll use it to destroy him and take
over his place."
"Ambitious, aren't you?"
Stephanie ignored his sarcasm. "What matters is, I'll soon be back on WWE programming, so I
suggest that you start being nicer to me, little boy." She smirked at him.
To her utter surprise, David began to laugh. He laughed long and hard, dropping into a single
couch and thoroughly pissing off Stephanie even more. "And what exactly is so funny, if I may
ask??" she snapped at him.
"You and your flawed plan, that's what." David said amidst guffaws.
"Flawed?" Stephanie exclaimed, her voice rising a notch, making it sound whiny and even more
painful, if possible.
"Sure." David said, crossing his legs. "Think about it. You can try and blackmail your dad, but
not even he can lift the settlement that you agreed to in that last match for the Undisputed
Championship." He leaned back into the seat. "You can very well try to overthrow your dad,
but you might as well face it. The last time you tried that with your dear brother, well, we all
saw how fruitful that went."
Stephanie narrowed her eyes at his sarcasm.
"And even if you did manage to pull of something like that through some sort of miracle, it
won't get you very far." David said. He looked around. "Hey, can we call one of the stewardesses
over to get us something to eat? I'm starving…" he reached over to press the stewardess call
button.
Stephanie abruptly slapped his hand away. "What do you mean by I won't get very far??" she
demanded, ignoring his request for food.
"Ow!" David protested, recoiling and rubbing his hand. He glared at her but answered her
question nonetheless. "You may be able to take over your father's position, but then you forget
that my dad is still the fifty percent owner. Whatever decisions you make for the company
it'll have to be unanimous with him." He reached over and abruptly pressed the call button. "So
there!"
"Why you…" Stephanie caught herself and fought to remain calm. As much as she hated what
he said, she had to admit that he did have a point.
David sat there with a smile on his face, watching her count to ten. He wondered how much
longer before she decided to strangle the life out of him.
The door opened then. A flight attendant stuck her head in and flashed the both of them a
smile. "Hello. You called?"
"Yes, can we have something to eat? Wait, here's the menu." David reached over and picked
up the menu on the table. "Ah, yes, get me…" he blinked for a moment and did a double take.
Every single thing on the menu was composed of a random dish in the Can You Take the Heat
cookbook. He sighed and chose something nevertheless. "Well, I might as well try Stephanie's
Waldorf Salad." He looked across the table at Stephanie herself. "And what'll you have?"
She uttered something akin to a suppressed growl.
"Make that some of Jericho's Doodles for the lady." David said, closing the menu. "And two
sherbets."
"Right away, sir." The stewardess said pleasantly before exiting and shutting the door behind her.
David turned back to Stephanie. She was in the process of grinding her teeth together. He
smiled again. "Oh don't be so sore, Stephanie." He said. "Just be glad I'm not throwing you out
of here, since technically I have every right to use it and you don't. Trust me, you won't like stick-
ing around the main cabin."
Stephanie took a deep breath, and to David's mild surprise she smiled back at him. She actually
pulled off looking charming. "You know what, fine, I'm not going to let you get to me anymore.
On the contrary, I'm going to try and enjoy my time here with you."
"No, I'm not going to sleep with you." David immediately said. "Not even if it drowns out the
sounds coming from the next room."
Stephanie astonishingly kept her cool. "I didn't mean that, silly." She said with a forced giggle.
David gave her a suspicious look. Did she think he was dense enough not to notice a laugh as
fake as that? 'I didn't mean that, silly?' Please.
"You know, being as our fathers are business partners, I think we should use this opportunity to
get to know each other better." Stephanie said, sliding over the couch to get as close as she could
to him without actually getting up.
"What for? I'm still in training and you're not allowed on programming." David said dryly.
Man, this guy was hard to crack. Stephanie kept her smile as beaming as ever, though. "Oh come
on, David. Don't be like that. Since we've got about an hour or so left on this plane, we might as
well make the best of it."
"Ookay…" David said hesitantly.
"Let's try to establish some common ground." Stephanie began. "Tell me about yourself. What
do you like, what don't you like, about your family, etceteras…"
"Why don't we be specific here."
"Let's start with your family then." Stephanie said brightly. "Tell me about your relationship with
your dad or something."
David cocked an eyebrow. There it was, she just gave herself away again. She was obviously
using him to get to his father, or at least try to wheedle out some information about the Nature
Boy through him. "Dad and I get along just fine." He answered her.
"Oh come on, a while ago you were all chatty." Stephanie pouted.
"Well then let me put it this way." David said. "At least I don't have to skulk around air vents
recording his illegal affairs."
Stephanie rested her back onto the couch in a huff. "I thought you wanted to talk."
"I never actually used those words." David told her. "I just said that you could stick around here
for the rest of the flight."
"Well forgive me for trying to start a conversation."
"No, if that was what you were originally trying to do, then I wouldn't have minded." David said.
"No, Stephie, what you were unabashedly doing was trying to charm me into spilling some nasty
secret of my father's, or something along the lines of that."
"I wouldn't do that!" Stephanie defended with her best wide-eyed stare.
"Oh spare me, Stephanie."
"Oh all right!!" Stephanie yelled out loud, standing up and glowering down at him. She looked
like she was about to yell again when another smile lit up her face. This one suited her more
than the first civilized one. It was absolutely conniving. "Tell you what, why don't you join me."
"Excuse me?"
"Think about it, we can overthrow both our fathers and take over WWE together." Stephanie
said enthusiastically.
"That's crazy."
"No, it's brilliant!!"
"No, It's just crazy!" David said from his place still on the single couch. "Listen, this is not a
fucking empire! You don't show a bunch of incriminating evidence of your father's lurid personal
life and expect to be handed the place of power on a silver platter!!"
"It will be if we bend it our way!!" Stephanie insisted.
"No, there is no our, just your." David told her sharply, standing up to face her evenly. "Just
you, got it?? Keep me out of your delusional dreams of power!"
That was apparently quite enough for Stephanie. With a seething cry and dove for David and
actually tackled him to the ground. David, obviously not expecting a physical attack just then,
fell over backwards and over the single couch he had been sitting on, Stephanie sprawling on top
of him.
The door opened and the stewardess from earlier entered brightly with their food on a cart.
She saw the ongoing fight between the children of the co-owners of the WWE and her smile
did not even falter. "Okay, I'll just leave the food here, sir, madam." She said, wheeling the cart
in and leaving it by the door before shutting it.
The two rolling on the floor didn't even notice her, too engrossed in trying to beat the shit out of
each other.
***
Vince had pressed himself up against the wall, listening closely. "What in the hell is Stephanie
doing that's causing so much ruckus there?" he wondered out loud.
Stacy shrugged.
***
Pyper: But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me/ so this must mean
I'm disgusting, but it's just me I'm just obscene! Hey!
Azrael: *Scowls.* Oh sure, rub it in my face that my blasted stereo is holding that CD and two others
hostage, why don't you.
Pyper: Hey, you were the one dumb enough to get the damned thing busted.
Azrael: Nay, Pyper, there are just random shit in your life that cannot be avoided. You being
around me is one of them.
Pyper: Hey, I actually got that pun! (Whines.) You were making fun of me again, weren't you?
Azrael: *Sighs.* Well, so much for this chapter. This is thankfully the last time we'll be taking you
to the executive suite, that's for sure. We hope that you enjoyed this latest chapter. The next
one is already in the works, and promises to be much better, I assure you.
Pyper: Yeah, you should see when... (Sees Azrael shooting her a death look.) Okay, I'll keep quiet.
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