New Horizons, XV
By: Hotaru
Warnings: Steve bashing, strong language, RE: Code Veronica spoilers
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It had been several weeks after the attack, and Jill and Claire were currently re-painting Claire's old living room. "I think we should open some windows. I'm starting to get woozy." Jill remarked, climbing down off of a ladder. "Yeah, that would have been a good idea." Claire replied, jumping off of an old coffee table. They went and un-locked and opened all the windows. "It's really getting chilly out. I wonder how much snow we'll get this year." Claire remarked, shivering slightly.
Jill nodded and they went back to painting. "Hey, you know what we should do? We should all put our handprints on the wall, like to commemorate this historic event." Claire raised her eyebrows.
"I don't know if I want there to be handprints permanently on my wall…" she said uneasily. Jill pressed her lips together firmly.
"Ok…" She began, "Why don't we do it on paper? Like poster-board or something, then we can get a nice frame and hang it up?" Claire smiled and nodded.
"That'd be nice. We'll have to wait until the guys get home, and until all this painting is finished." She said.
"Yeah. We're never all together any more. Damn them for going to work!" Jill replied with a grin.
"I know. They said they'll be home for dinner tonight, so maybe we can finish up this coat, and then we can run out for some paper and a frame.
"Alright, that sounds good. Let's finish this up then!"
The two girls got back to work and finished the room in another twenty minutes. They headed out to Michael's and looked around.
"I wonder how we can make it look nice.." Jill murmured.
"What about recycled paper? It always has an interesting texture, and faint different colors. We could put our names underneath with a nice ink-pen. I want a red theme to it, since we're painting the room red-ish." Claire said. Jill nodded approvingly, and they nearly pulled out their hair trying to find the right type of paper. But they finally did, picked out a frame and headed home.
"I really didn't think that it would have taken so long. I wouldn't be surprised if the guys were home already!" Jill remarked.
"I know. Well at least the paint had time to dry. What are we having for dinner?" Claire asked.
Jill shrugged and smiled. When they got home, the windows, which they had closed before they left, were open. "Uh-oh…what's going on?" Claire asked, jumping out of the car before it had even stopped. Jill shrugged and they went to the front door. Claire pushed it open quietly.
"Surprise!!!"
She jumped back at least five feet and drew her gun. Chris and Leon held their hands up defensively, and waiting for her to realize what was going on. "What's this all about?" Claire asked, holstering her gun.
"What, can't we surprise two young ladies with dinner?" Leon asked rhetorically. Jill smiled and slid her arm around Chris' waist.
"You guys said you wouldn't be home until late tonight. Liars." Claire remarked, stepping inside the house. Leon rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Claire's shoulder.
"Jeez, this is the thanks we get? I guess we ought to just throw that mini-turkey away…" he drawled. Claire's eyes widened.
"Turkey? You guys cooked a turkey?! When the hell did you get back?" she exclaimed. Leon chuckled slightly.
"We were here before you were gone. We both took off early to cook the turkey so it would be done soon after you got back. Actually, Jill put it in the oven this morning, and made sure you guys painted to mask the smell." Chris answered, as the quartet walked into the kitchen. Claire put the bag from Michael's on the counter and sat in a chair.
"What'dja get?" Leon asked, peeking into the bag.
"Stuff for an idea Jill had. We're all going to put our handprints on this paper, and then we can write our names underneath and put the completion date. And we can put it in the frame and hang it up. Cool, huh?" Claire replied. Chris shook his head and pulled open the oven to check on the turkey. "Basting time!" He announced.
Claire yawned tiredly. "You want to paint another coat or wait until tomorrow?" She asked Jill. Shrugging slightly, Jill yawned too.
"Uh…I guess we can wait until tomorrow. Give the house a chance to air out completely." She answered finally. Claire nodded and stood up.
"I'm going to take a shower now. I'm covered in paint and it's starting to itch." She announced, heading up the stairs.
"We'll give you a holler when dinner's done." Leon called, sticking his head into the hallway. Claire muttered an "mm-hmm" and continued on her way.
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It wasn't until Chris, Leon and Jill had all plated their food that Claire finally came back down. "Hey, yo, what's the deal?" Chris asked as she sauntered into the kitchen. She grinned at Chris' childhood expression.
"Sorry, you know I like long showers." She replied, forking some food onto her plate.
"We slaved in the kitchen all day and this is the thanks we get?" Leon sobbed fakely. Claire eyed him and sat down.
"So how was work, Leon?" She asked, stabbing into a slice of turkey.
"Alright, I guess. The D.A. still can't reach a verdict on that asshole's case yet." Leon replied, shifting some food around his plate.
Jill frowned slightly and Chris raised his eyebrows at her. "Why not? Is there something wrong with the details or something?" Claire asked normally. Leon sighed and scooped some corn onto his fork.
"I have no clue. They're being pretty reluctant with giving me information, and I guess it's understandable but I hate being left in the dark."
"It's probably because you're personally involved with the case and everything. I'm sure things will work out." Claire replied reassuringly.
"Yeah, I hope so. But actually, there was a big break in the case we've been working on, that family homicide? Turns out that some neighborhood kid was trying to rip the place off, so he was climbing in the air vents when some mob guys came in and whacked the family. He's scared out of his mind but we've got him in protective custody. We're hoping to find out where these mobsters are so we can take them in."
"Wow, Leon, that's great. Poor kid, though." Jill remarked with a smile.
"Yeah, he's pretty shaken. His parents are freaking out, not having their kid at home, and being in potential danger. But they're staying with some relatives until everything blows over." Leon said, sticking his fork into the air.
There was a knock on the front door then, and everyone became silent. "What should I do? No one ever comes to visit me.." Claire whispered. Leon, Chris and Jill pulled out their guns. "Go and answer it. We'll be right behind you if anything goes wrong." Leon replied, going over to the door. He stood a few feet to the right, Chris stood on the opposite side, and Jill hung back with her gun hidden behind Claire. Licking her lips nervously, Claire went over to the door. The visitor knocked again, causing everyone to jump. Unlocking the door, Claire pulled it open cautiously. "Delivery for Steve Burnside." The U.P.S. man announced.
Claire sighed deeply and smiled. "I'll sign for it." She said, reaching for the scanner/signature thing. She quickly scribbled her name and took the package inside. "What do you think it is?" She asked.
"I don't know, but we better open it outside, just in case." Chris said, snatching the package from Claire's hands.
"Well it ain't gonna help if it's a bomb and you shake it all up." Claire retorted, following her brother through the back door.
It was Chris who slit through the packaging tape with an exacto knife, while the others stood a few yards back. "We have bubble wrap." Chris announced, cautiously unfolding the bubble wrap. Claire sighed slightly. "It's…a couple syringes, some bottles and what seems to be an instruction book. I think we've hit gold!!" Chris called, waving everyone over. Jill arrived first and slid to the floor, reaching for the file.
"This is it, my big break. I'm finally going to get in with the boss, and finally I won't be in debt!" she said breathlessly. Claire and Leon examined the bottles and read the labels.
"Ok, ok, ok, ok! Listen to this: Mr. Burnside. The bottle labeled 'Rain 405' is the serum for the prior virus. Administer the entire content of the bottle intravenously. Twelve hours after administering 'Rain 405', inject yourself, in the opposite arm with the bottle marked 'Magma 737'. You know how to contact us with any emergencies." Jill looked up and grinned devilishly.
Claire closed her eyes and tightened her grip around her bottle. "Claire, don't. You'll break it!" Jill exclaimed, prying Claire's fingers from the bottle. Chris coughed nervously. "What should we do?" He questioned. Jill put everything back in the box, but continued reading the instruction book.
"Nothing yet. I'll contact the boss right away, and see what he says. This serum might prove vital in case Umbrella attacks again. As for the virus…I don't know how safe it will be if we send it by air." She said, heading inside Claire's house. Leon looked at Claire and smiled reassuringly. She pouted slightly.
"Don't worry, Clairey. It'll be ok." He said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"I wonder why they're still sending this stuff. I guess they weren't told that he was arrested." Claire replied.
"Could be. I guess he used his one phone call to call one of his buddies."
"Yeah, he would do something retarded like that." Claire chuckled slightly and leaned against Leon.
"So what's up with Jill and Chris? Are they like…together now?"
"I guess so. They're always hanging on each other and stuff."
Currently, Jill and Chris were huddled around the computer, taking turns typing. "Come on Chris, let me do it! I'm faster." Jill complained as Chris shoved her onto the floor.
"How do you know? Have you taken a typing test recently?" Chris countered.
"No, but I just know. But you're taking twice as long trying to type and talk to me at the same time so just hurry up."
Chris waved his hand and peered at the screen. "Ok, add what ever you want to the e-mail. Make sure I read it before you send it though, ok?" he said, standing up. Jill grinned and got up from the floor. "
Thank you darling, be a good boy and finish up your dinner ok?" she said, patting his backside in the direction of the kitchen. Chris blushed and hurried into the kitchen, where Claire and Leon were eating. "So." He said, digging into his cold food.
"So, indeed Christopher." Claire replied.
"Claireworth." Chris countered with a smile.
"Wait, 'Claireworth'? What the hell is that? That's not your full name is it?!" Leon interrupted. Claire giggled and covered her mouth to prevent any food from flying across the table.
"No, it isn't. It's just what we used to do. Chris created a long name for me, so that when I called him Christopher, he could call me something else. It's like an authoritive thing. He actually told me that it was my real name, and I believed it for the longest." Claire answered. Leon sighed and shook his head.
"Wow, Leon. You're so gullible." Chris said, polishing off a glass of water.
"Yeah, yeah, so sue me for thinking I could trust someone." Leon said, sniffling.
Claire brought her plate to the sink and washed it off. "So what's the plan for tonight?" She asked, drying her hands on a hand-towel. Chris shrugged and joined her at the sink.
"Are you guys going to paint some more?" he asked, depositing his plate and fork in the sink.
"I don't think so. We wanted to let the house air out. Oh! I know, let's play truth or dare!" Jill exclaimed, sliding into the kitchen. Leon's eyes widened worriedly. He just knew Claire was dying to get him to kiss Jill, what a great opportunity.
"Yes, let's pretend we're all in high school again." Leon moaned.
"Oh, come on! It'll be fun. Besides, you might get a chance to kiss me, Leon." Claire replied, getting that look in her eyes.
"But…but…" Leon stuttered.
In the end, the girls won over the guys, and soon they were settled in the living room, with a bottle, and some candles. "Tell me again why we need a bottle." Leon asked, crossing his arms as if protesting the situation.
"So we decide who gets to ask the question. Taking turns is boring." Jill answered, reaching for the bottle. She gave it a good spin, and it landed on Claire.
"Ah man! I don't want to go first!" Claire moaned, flopping back on the hardwood floor.
"Come on, make it something easy." Chris said, trying to hurry up with the torture. Claire sat herself up and looked at her three friends.
"Hm…who should I pick. Christoff! You look like you're trying to hide, I pick you." She grinned. Chris' eyes widened like dinner plates.
"Ok, go ahead." He taunted.
"I dare you…to lick the bottom of Jill's foot." Claire dared. Jill erupted into giggles, very unlike herself and pulled her sock off. Chris closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
"Claire, I'm so getting you back for this." He promised, grabbing Jill's foot. Hesitating momentarily, he stuck his tongue out and ran it across Jill's foot before recoiling back and grimacing.
Jill laughed again, being as ticklish as she was and put her sock back on. "Tasty?" She asked with a grin. Chris snorted, and spun the bottle. It landed on Leon. "Leon…you have an option. Choose, truth or dare." He offered. Leon sighed and licked his lips.
"Tr…dare."
Chris' eyebrows jerked up slightly. "Ok, I dare you to put on your uniform, and go a few houses down. You'll knock on the door and ask if they called for your escort service. If you fail to fulfill my task, then I'll have you eat a handful of dirt." Claire and Jill fell over laughing, and Leon grumbled the whole way upstairs. They went outside and followed Leon down to the next block.
"Ok, you have to look the part now." Claire said, unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt. She ran her fingers through his hair a few times to give it some body and grinned. "Good luck, lover boy." She said, going to hide behind the porch with the others. Leon sighed deeply and went up to the door. He had removed his gun, and anything else a real cop would hold.
Knocking on the door, he made a mental note to kill Chris later. A few minutes later, a man opened the door. "Y..yes, officer, may I help you?" the man said worriedly.
"Yes, yes you can. I received a call that you needed my services." Leon replied, trying desperately not to laugh.
"No, we haven't called 911. This must be a mistake." The man said. A woman came to the door and asked what was happening.
"Ah, you might be more interested in me than this man, miss. Was it you who called for my service?" Leon asked, turning to the woman.
"We haven't called the police, no. Maybe you're at the wrong house.." The woman replied.
Leon chuckled as stripper-like as he could and tossed his head back. "No, I do believe I'm right, you're just misunderstanding. You called my escort service, no?" The blood drained from the woman's face, and the man grimaced.
"What is the meaning of this!? Patty, explain yourself!!" He exclaimed.
"Henry! I didn't call anyone! I was giving the girls a bath, and then I tucked them into bed! How could I have possibly called anyone!" Patty retorted. Leon smiled, as sincerely as he could.
"Well, golly darn. This is ninety-six, hah. I was looking for sixty-nine. So sorry. See you later sweet-cheeks." He said, turning and sauntering down the stairs. The man and woman could be heard screaming at each other as Leon walked a few feet before falling onto the floor in a fit of laughter. Chris, Claire and Jill ran out of the yard and tackled him.
"That was brilliant! I can't believe you managed to keep a straight face." Claire exclaimed. Leon climbed up from the floor and pulled the others back towards Claire's house.
"Yeah, me neither. Let's hope they don't call the cops for real." Jill remarked.
"Wouldn't it be hilarious if Leon showed up?" Chris said, chuckling.
"That would be cruel, more than anything. Not to say that I wouldn't laugh or anything, cause I would…" Claire added.
TBC
By: Hotaru
Warnings: Steve bashing, strong language, RE: Code Veronica spoilers
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It had been several weeks after the attack, and Jill and Claire were currently re-painting Claire's old living room. "I think we should open some windows. I'm starting to get woozy." Jill remarked, climbing down off of a ladder. "Yeah, that would have been a good idea." Claire replied, jumping off of an old coffee table. They went and un-locked and opened all the windows. "It's really getting chilly out. I wonder how much snow we'll get this year." Claire remarked, shivering slightly.
Jill nodded and they went back to painting. "Hey, you know what we should do? We should all put our handprints on the wall, like to commemorate this historic event." Claire raised her eyebrows.
"I don't know if I want there to be handprints permanently on my wall…" she said uneasily. Jill pressed her lips together firmly.
"Ok…" She began, "Why don't we do it on paper? Like poster-board or something, then we can get a nice frame and hang it up?" Claire smiled and nodded.
"That'd be nice. We'll have to wait until the guys get home, and until all this painting is finished." She said.
"Yeah. We're never all together any more. Damn them for going to work!" Jill replied with a grin.
"I know. They said they'll be home for dinner tonight, so maybe we can finish up this coat, and then we can run out for some paper and a frame.
"Alright, that sounds good. Let's finish this up then!"
The two girls got back to work and finished the room in another twenty minutes. They headed out to Michael's and looked around.
"I wonder how we can make it look nice.." Jill murmured.
"What about recycled paper? It always has an interesting texture, and faint different colors. We could put our names underneath with a nice ink-pen. I want a red theme to it, since we're painting the room red-ish." Claire said. Jill nodded approvingly, and they nearly pulled out their hair trying to find the right type of paper. But they finally did, picked out a frame and headed home.
"I really didn't think that it would have taken so long. I wouldn't be surprised if the guys were home already!" Jill remarked.
"I know. Well at least the paint had time to dry. What are we having for dinner?" Claire asked.
Jill shrugged and smiled. When they got home, the windows, which they had closed before they left, were open. "Uh-oh…what's going on?" Claire asked, jumping out of the car before it had even stopped. Jill shrugged and they went to the front door. Claire pushed it open quietly.
"Surprise!!!"
She jumped back at least five feet and drew her gun. Chris and Leon held their hands up defensively, and waiting for her to realize what was going on. "What's this all about?" Claire asked, holstering her gun.
"What, can't we surprise two young ladies with dinner?" Leon asked rhetorically. Jill smiled and slid her arm around Chris' waist.
"You guys said you wouldn't be home until late tonight. Liars." Claire remarked, stepping inside the house. Leon rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Claire's shoulder.
"Jeez, this is the thanks we get? I guess we ought to just throw that mini-turkey away…" he drawled. Claire's eyes widened.
"Turkey? You guys cooked a turkey?! When the hell did you get back?" she exclaimed. Leon chuckled slightly.
"We were here before you were gone. We both took off early to cook the turkey so it would be done soon after you got back. Actually, Jill put it in the oven this morning, and made sure you guys painted to mask the smell." Chris answered, as the quartet walked into the kitchen. Claire put the bag from Michael's on the counter and sat in a chair.
"What'dja get?" Leon asked, peeking into the bag.
"Stuff for an idea Jill had. We're all going to put our handprints on this paper, and then we can write our names underneath and put the completion date. And we can put it in the frame and hang it up. Cool, huh?" Claire replied. Chris shook his head and pulled open the oven to check on the turkey. "Basting time!" He announced.
Claire yawned tiredly. "You want to paint another coat or wait until tomorrow?" She asked Jill. Shrugging slightly, Jill yawned too.
"Uh…I guess we can wait until tomorrow. Give the house a chance to air out completely." She answered finally. Claire nodded and stood up.
"I'm going to take a shower now. I'm covered in paint and it's starting to itch." She announced, heading up the stairs.
"We'll give you a holler when dinner's done." Leon called, sticking his head into the hallway. Claire muttered an "mm-hmm" and continued on her way.
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It wasn't until Chris, Leon and Jill had all plated their food that Claire finally came back down. "Hey, yo, what's the deal?" Chris asked as she sauntered into the kitchen. She grinned at Chris' childhood expression.
"Sorry, you know I like long showers." She replied, forking some food onto her plate.
"We slaved in the kitchen all day and this is the thanks we get?" Leon sobbed fakely. Claire eyed him and sat down.
"So how was work, Leon?" She asked, stabbing into a slice of turkey.
"Alright, I guess. The D.A. still can't reach a verdict on that asshole's case yet." Leon replied, shifting some food around his plate.
Jill frowned slightly and Chris raised his eyebrows at her. "Why not? Is there something wrong with the details or something?" Claire asked normally. Leon sighed and scooped some corn onto his fork.
"I have no clue. They're being pretty reluctant with giving me information, and I guess it's understandable but I hate being left in the dark."
"It's probably because you're personally involved with the case and everything. I'm sure things will work out." Claire replied reassuringly.
"Yeah, I hope so. But actually, there was a big break in the case we've been working on, that family homicide? Turns out that some neighborhood kid was trying to rip the place off, so he was climbing in the air vents when some mob guys came in and whacked the family. He's scared out of his mind but we've got him in protective custody. We're hoping to find out where these mobsters are so we can take them in."
"Wow, Leon, that's great. Poor kid, though." Jill remarked with a smile.
"Yeah, he's pretty shaken. His parents are freaking out, not having their kid at home, and being in potential danger. But they're staying with some relatives until everything blows over." Leon said, sticking his fork into the air.
There was a knock on the front door then, and everyone became silent. "What should I do? No one ever comes to visit me.." Claire whispered. Leon, Chris and Jill pulled out their guns. "Go and answer it. We'll be right behind you if anything goes wrong." Leon replied, going over to the door. He stood a few feet to the right, Chris stood on the opposite side, and Jill hung back with her gun hidden behind Claire. Licking her lips nervously, Claire went over to the door. The visitor knocked again, causing everyone to jump. Unlocking the door, Claire pulled it open cautiously. "Delivery for Steve Burnside." The U.P.S. man announced.
Claire sighed deeply and smiled. "I'll sign for it." She said, reaching for the scanner/signature thing. She quickly scribbled her name and took the package inside. "What do you think it is?" She asked.
"I don't know, but we better open it outside, just in case." Chris said, snatching the package from Claire's hands.
"Well it ain't gonna help if it's a bomb and you shake it all up." Claire retorted, following her brother through the back door.
It was Chris who slit through the packaging tape with an exacto knife, while the others stood a few yards back. "We have bubble wrap." Chris announced, cautiously unfolding the bubble wrap. Claire sighed slightly. "It's…a couple syringes, some bottles and what seems to be an instruction book. I think we've hit gold!!" Chris called, waving everyone over. Jill arrived first and slid to the floor, reaching for the file.
"This is it, my big break. I'm finally going to get in with the boss, and finally I won't be in debt!" she said breathlessly. Claire and Leon examined the bottles and read the labels.
"Ok, ok, ok, ok! Listen to this: Mr. Burnside. The bottle labeled 'Rain 405' is the serum for the prior virus. Administer the entire content of the bottle intravenously. Twelve hours after administering 'Rain 405', inject yourself, in the opposite arm with the bottle marked 'Magma 737'. You know how to contact us with any emergencies." Jill looked up and grinned devilishly.
Claire closed her eyes and tightened her grip around her bottle. "Claire, don't. You'll break it!" Jill exclaimed, prying Claire's fingers from the bottle. Chris coughed nervously. "What should we do?" He questioned. Jill put everything back in the box, but continued reading the instruction book.
"Nothing yet. I'll contact the boss right away, and see what he says. This serum might prove vital in case Umbrella attacks again. As for the virus…I don't know how safe it will be if we send it by air." She said, heading inside Claire's house. Leon looked at Claire and smiled reassuringly. She pouted slightly.
"Don't worry, Clairey. It'll be ok." He said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"I wonder why they're still sending this stuff. I guess they weren't told that he was arrested." Claire replied.
"Could be. I guess he used his one phone call to call one of his buddies."
"Yeah, he would do something retarded like that." Claire chuckled slightly and leaned against Leon.
"So what's up with Jill and Chris? Are they like…together now?"
"I guess so. They're always hanging on each other and stuff."
Currently, Jill and Chris were huddled around the computer, taking turns typing. "Come on Chris, let me do it! I'm faster." Jill complained as Chris shoved her onto the floor.
"How do you know? Have you taken a typing test recently?" Chris countered.
"No, but I just know. But you're taking twice as long trying to type and talk to me at the same time so just hurry up."
Chris waved his hand and peered at the screen. "Ok, add what ever you want to the e-mail. Make sure I read it before you send it though, ok?" he said, standing up. Jill grinned and got up from the floor. "
Thank you darling, be a good boy and finish up your dinner ok?" she said, patting his backside in the direction of the kitchen. Chris blushed and hurried into the kitchen, where Claire and Leon were eating. "So." He said, digging into his cold food.
"So, indeed Christopher." Claire replied.
"Claireworth." Chris countered with a smile.
"Wait, 'Claireworth'? What the hell is that? That's not your full name is it?!" Leon interrupted. Claire giggled and covered her mouth to prevent any food from flying across the table.
"No, it isn't. It's just what we used to do. Chris created a long name for me, so that when I called him Christopher, he could call me something else. It's like an authoritive thing. He actually told me that it was my real name, and I believed it for the longest." Claire answered. Leon sighed and shook his head.
"Wow, Leon. You're so gullible." Chris said, polishing off a glass of water.
"Yeah, yeah, so sue me for thinking I could trust someone." Leon said, sniffling.
Claire brought her plate to the sink and washed it off. "So what's the plan for tonight?" She asked, drying her hands on a hand-towel. Chris shrugged and joined her at the sink.
"Are you guys going to paint some more?" he asked, depositing his plate and fork in the sink.
"I don't think so. We wanted to let the house air out. Oh! I know, let's play truth or dare!" Jill exclaimed, sliding into the kitchen. Leon's eyes widened worriedly. He just knew Claire was dying to get him to kiss Jill, what a great opportunity.
"Yes, let's pretend we're all in high school again." Leon moaned.
"Oh, come on! It'll be fun. Besides, you might get a chance to kiss me, Leon." Claire replied, getting that look in her eyes.
"But…but…" Leon stuttered.
In the end, the girls won over the guys, and soon they were settled in the living room, with a bottle, and some candles. "Tell me again why we need a bottle." Leon asked, crossing his arms as if protesting the situation.
"So we decide who gets to ask the question. Taking turns is boring." Jill answered, reaching for the bottle. She gave it a good spin, and it landed on Claire.
"Ah man! I don't want to go first!" Claire moaned, flopping back on the hardwood floor.
"Come on, make it something easy." Chris said, trying to hurry up with the torture. Claire sat herself up and looked at her three friends.
"Hm…who should I pick. Christoff! You look like you're trying to hide, I pick you." She grinned. Chris' eyes widened like dinner plates.
"Ok, go ahead." He taunted.
"I dare you…to lick the bottom of Jill's foot." Claire dared. Jill erupted into giggles, very unlike herself and pulled her sock off. Chris closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
"Claire, I'm so getting you back for this." He promised, grabbing Jill's foot. Hesitating momentarily, he stuck his tongue out and ran it across Jill's foot before recoiling back and grimacing.
Jill laughed again, being as ticklish as she was and put her sock back on. "Tasty?" She asked with a grin. Chris snorted, and spun the bottle. It landed on Leon. "Leon…you have an option. Choose, truth or dare." He offered. Leon sighed and licked his lips.
"Tr…dare."
Chris' eyebrows jerked up slightly. "Ok, I dare you to put on your uniform, and go a few houses down. You'll knock on the door and ask if they called for your escort service. If you fail to fulfill my task, then I'll have you eat a handful of dirt." Claire and Jill fell over laughing, and Leon grumbled the whole way upstairs. They went outside and followed Leon down to the next block.
"Ok, you have to look the part now." Claire said, unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt. She ran her fingers through his hair a few times to give it some body and grinned. "Good luck, lover boy." She said, going to hide behind the porch with the others. Leon sighed deeply and went up to the door. He had removed his gun, and anything else a real cop would hold.
Knocking on the door, he made a mental note to kill Chris later. A few minutes later, a man opened the door. "Y..yes, officer, may I help you?" the man said worriedly.
"Yes, yes you can. I received a call that you needed my services." Leon replied, trying desperately not to laugh.
"No, we haven't called 911. This must be a mistake." The man said. A woman came to the door and asked what was happening.
"Ah, you might be more interested in me than this man, miss. Was it you who called for my service?" Leon asked, turning to the woman.
"We haven't called the police, no. Maybe you're at the wrong house.." The woman replied.
Leon chuckled as stripper-like as he could and tossed his head back. "No, I do believe I'm right, you're just misunderstanding. You called my escort service, no?" The blood drained from the woman's face, and the man grimaced.
"What is the meaning of this!? Patty, explain yourself!!" He exclaimed.
"Henry! I didn't call anyone! I was giving the girls a bath, and then I tucked them into bed! How could I have possibly called anyone!" Patty retorted. Leon smiled, as sincerely as he could.
"Well, golly darn. This is ninety-six, hah. I was looking for sixty-nine. So sorry. See you later sweet-cheeks." He said, turning and sauntering down the stairs. The man and woman could be heard screaming at each other as Leon walked a few feet before falling onto the floor in a fit of laughter. Chris, Claire and Jill ran out of the yard and tackled him.
"That was brilliant! I can't believe you managed to keep a straight face." Claire exclaimed. Leon climbed up from the floor and pulled the others back towards Claire's house.
"Yeah, me neither. Let's hope they don't call the cops for real." Jill remarked.
"Wouldn't it be hilarious if Leon showed up?" Chris said, chuckling.
"That would be cruel, more than anything. Not to say that I wouldn't laugh or anything, cause I would…" Claire added.
TBC
