"So what exactly did you say you were doing here again?" Adrian asked,
sipping his Bud. He cringed at the nasty taste...he missed his Schnapps,
but he wouldn't speak to a single member of this disgusting French
population to ask where to find some. Besides, he was less than confident
in his French. He had never really studied it; it sounded far too girlish
on his tongue.
"Oh, I didn't. I'm working on earning my way back into heaven...the other girls don't think I mambo well enough to be an angel." She replied, a blissful ignorance in her tone.
Adrian nodded. "I, um..I see."
"I don't even think I properly introduced myself." She took a bite of her pizza and extended a hand. "I'm Danielle."
Adrian stared at her hand for a moment and finally shook it quickly. "I'm Adrian."
"Oh, I know." She leaned back in her chair. "I hear people calling your name a lot when I look through the spiritual mirror. Do you get in trouble usually or something? Your brother Nicky's mom complains about you a lot, you know, existing and everything."
Adrian nodded slowly. "Y-you could say that..." He certainly knew Nicky's mother wasn't a goat-goats probably had more dignity than Nicky-but she couldn't be an...an angel...
"So," Danielle said, interrupting his train of thought. "What are you here for?"
"I'm, um...I'm doing my family a favor." He cringed. His father certainly didn't treat him like family, and he wouldn't dare descend to a level where he referred openly to Nicky as a relative.
"Oh." She replied. "So I guess you're here for a while, then? Like me?"
"I suppose..." He sighed. "So what have you got to do, learn to dance?"
"I don't know. My sisters are all really good at it. They're all delicate and they date martyrs and everything. I could never be like that. They're a lot prettier than me."
He thought this over and decided that her perception must be off.
"Erm...Danielle...are you interested in going bowling with me?"
"Bowling?" She looked a little surprised. "You like darts."
"I'm not supposed to throw them at other people here. Bowling is the closest I can get to being allowed to inflict torture upon others..the others being ten white pens."
"Bowling it is then." She smiled, satisfied. She had a pretty smile.
"I believe that's one strike for me and-" Adrian grinned at her as she stepped up to the lane. They hadn't had to wear those ridiculous shoes since their various powers were traction enough on the floor. Adrian could simply have shot fireballs at the pins or mind-wrestled them to the ground, but he was under strict orders to be unnoticed.
"-two for me. Alas, the game isn't over, Adrian." She closed her eyes and sent the ball rolling deftly down the center of the lane. Three.
"My turn." Adrian was determined to defeat the angel. "Three, two..."
"That's a spare." Danielle said softly, smiling as she watched Adrian fuming.
"But my powers-"
"You've been using powers?" She chuckled. "I was only using good skill. I may not be a mambo girl, but I can bowl like nobody's business."
"Figures." Adrian sat down beside her, the game finished.
"So where are you staying at, Adrian?" Danielle asked, laying one arm out casually behind his back and ruffling his hair.
"Erm..." He closed his eyes. He wished he could hire angels to give him such treatment. "Ah, an apartment. Off Sunnybrook and Mill Lane. Horrid names...so pleasant..."
She giggled. "I only got here today. Do you mind if I come take the couch?"
He stared at her. "Really? I-I don't mind.I don't think."
"Great!" She grinned. "When did you get here?"
"It's been about a month now." He calculated.
"Maybe we can hang out. You know, go bowling and play darts and stuff. Eat pizza. What do you think? I mean, as long as we're both stuck here..."
"H-hang out?" He twirled his fingers, brows furrowed, tossing about the term.
"Sure, it'll be fun."
"Inflicting torture is fun." He muttered. But maybe it would be.
"Oh, I didn't. I'm working on earning my way back into heaven...the other girls don't think I mambo well enough to be an angel." She replied, a blissful ignorance in her tone.
Adrian nodded. "I, um..I see."
"I don't even think I properly introduced myself." She took a bite of her pizza and extended a hand. "I'm Danielle."
Adrian stared at her hand for a moment and finally shook it quickly. "I'm Adrian."
"Oh, I know." She leaned back in her chair. "I hear people calling your name a lot when I look through the spiritual mirror. Do you get in trouble usually or something? Your brother Nicky's mom complains about you a lot, you know, existing and everything."
Adrian nodded slowly. "Y-you could say that..." He certainly knew Nicky's mother wasn't a goat-goats probably had more dignity than Nicky-but she couldn't be an...an angel...
"So," Danielle said, interrupting his train of thought. "What are you here for?"
"I'm, um...I'm doing my family a favor." He cringed. His father certainly didn't treat him like family, and he wouldn't dare descend to a level where he referred openly to Nicky as a relative.
"Oh." She replied. "So I guess you're here for a while, then? Like me?"
"I suppose..." He sighed. "So what have you got to do, learn to dance?"
"I don't know. My sisters are all really good at it. They're all delicate and they date martyrs and everything. I could never be like that. They're a lot prettier than me."
He thought this over and decided that her perception must be off.
"Erm...Danielle...are you interested in going bowling with me?"
"Bowling?" She looked a little surprised. "You like darts."
"I'm not supposed to throw them at other people here. Bowling is the closest I can get to being allowed to inflict torture upon others..the others being ten white pens."
"Bowling it is then." She smiled, satisfied. She had a pretty smile.
"I believe that's one strike for me and-" Adrian grinned at her as she stepped up to the lane. They hadn't had to wear those ridiculous shoes since their various powers were traction enough on the floor. Adrian could simply have shot fireballs at the pins or mind-wrestled them to the ground, but he was under strict orders to be unnoticed.
"-two for me. Alas, the game isn't over, Adrian." She closed her eyes and sent the ball rolling deftly down the center of the lane. Three.
"My turn." Adrian was determined to defeat the angel. "Three, two..."
"That's a spare." Danielle said softly, smiling as she watched Adrian fuming.
"But my powers-"
"You've been using powers?" She chuckled. "I was only using good skill. I may not be a mambo girl, but I can bowl like nobody's business."
"Figures." Adrian sat down beside her, the game finished.
"So where are you staying at, Adrian?" Danielle asked, laying one arm out casually behind his back and ruffling his hair.
"Erm..." He closed his eyes. He wished he could hire angels to give him such treatment. "Ah, an apartment. Off Sunnybrook and Mill Lane. Horrid names...so pleasant..."
She giggled. "I only got here today. Do you mind if I come take the couch?"
He stared at her. "Really? I-I don't mind.I don't think."
"Great!" She grinned. "When did you get here?"
"It's been about a month now." He calculated.
"Maybe we can hang out. You know, go bowling and play darts and stuff. Eat pizza. What do you think? I mean, as long as we're both stuck here..."
"H-hang out?" He twirled his fingers, brows furrowed, tossing about the term.
"Sure, it'll be fun."
"Inflicting torture is fun." He muttered. But maybe it would be.
