Author: Chippewa Livingston
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An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: Charity Case
I washed my hands in preparation for work. (I don't know why I bother) My day was swirling down the drain just like the tepid water.
A sway entered my steps as the catcalls from the regulars started and Roxanne began taming the circus with a wink and a swirl of her skirt. This place was like a sinkhole. It attracted everything negative about my life that I'd rather just keep out of view behind closed doors. I chalked another mark up on the tally in my head against Lucid.
I sauntered into the kitchen to delivery my scrawled list of orders and saw Lucid inhaling a slice of pie. I grabbed her by the collar and hauled her to the kitchen door. "I'm not going to clean up after you." Sure enough the girl was spewing vomit into the alley a few minutes later. 'Jack' gave me a questioning look. "Look at her," I said "her stomach's got to be the size of a walnut. Tell Mitzi to get her some soup, no one orders it anyway."
A clamor was steadily rising from the dinner crowd. My adopted name was tossed around by a dozen baritones with varying degrees of slurring. "Need some help out there?" He asked.
"This is nothing compared to field maneuvers." I said quickly. "Just stay here."
Mitzi bustled around the diner taking orders and as always, holding her pen like a cigarette. "So are all your dates charity cases?" She called. "You must be a wild one honey!" She poked my ribs on her way past. It was a mark of how much things had changed that I dismissed something that would once have sent me into attack mode.
On my next trip to the kitchen Lucid was spooning something up with surprising speed. I layered plates onto my tray in a circular fashion. "That's not physically possible." He eyed my tray. I winked.
On my third trip Lucid was shouting and he was regarding her with a stare that cracked many victims of Manticore interrogation.
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: Charity Case
I washed my hands in preparation for work. (I don't know why I bother) My day was swirling down the drain just like the tepid water.
A sway entered my steps as the catcalls from the regulars started and Roxanne began taming the circus with a wink and a swirl of her skirt. This place was like a sinkhole. It attracted everything negative about my life that I'd rather just keep out of view behind closed doors. I chalked another mark up on the tally in my head against Lucid.
I sauntered into the kitchen to delivery my scrawled list of orders and saw Lucid inhaling a slice of pie. I grabbed her by the collar and hauled her to the kitchen door. "I'm not going to clean up after you." Sure enough the girl was spewing vomit into the alley a few minutes later. 'Jack' gave me a questioning look. "Look at her," I said "her stomach's got to be the size of a walnut. Tell Mitzi to get her some soup, no one orders it anyway."
A clamor was steadily rising from the dinner crowd. My adopted name was tossed around by a dozen baritones with varying degrees of slurring. "Need some help out there?" He asked.
"This is nothing compared to field maneuvers." I said quickly. "Just stay here."
Mitzi bustled around the diner taking orders and as always, holding her pen like a cigarette. "So are all your dates charity cases?" She called. "You must be a wild one honey!" She poked my ribs on her way past. It was a mark of how much things had changed that I dismissed something that would once have sent me into attack mode.
On my next trip to the kitchen Lucid was spooning something up with surprising speed. I layered plates onto my tray in a circular fashion. "That's not physically possible." He eyed my tray. I winked.
On my third trip Lucid was shouting and he was regarding her with a stare that cracked many victims of Manticore interrogation.