Chapter Six
Chinese Food
The fiasco in the pub did not go unnoticed by Mala. She practically threw me upstairs with orders to take the night off.
"Order Chinese food, spend some time with that friend of yours." She ordered, with a twinkle in her eye. Married people are such matchmakers. We were eating in the Japanese style (sitting on the floor, with the food on the coffee table) because I had never felt the need to buy a dining room set.
"May inquire after your, ah, associate Wes?" Holmes asked, after the mandatory chitchat about the quality of the food (quite good, BTW). A fair question. This whole mad situation was basically his fault.
"His client was less than thrilled when Wes failed to obtain the desired item." I paused for thought, and some fried rice. Holmes was perfectly adept at using chopsticks (duh); he could even eat the rice with them, a trick I'd never gotten the hang of.
The aforementioned Wes, my partner in crime, had accepted an independent commission to steal the British Crown Jewels. Someone got the brainwave that if the Jewels were too well protected now, one simply had to go back in time and steal them. Naturally, it all went horribly wrong and I wound up getting sent back as well.
"When Wes failed to show up with the Jewels in hand, the buyer sicced his bodyguards on him. So Wes skipped town. He went to Australia originally. I thought it held a certain poetic irony. I think he's in Aruba or Cleveland or something now.
"So you don't keep in touch then." Allow me to explain something here. For some time now Holmes had been laboring under the impression that there was a little somethin' somethin' going on between us. Understandable, since to the Victorian mind, if he's not your father or your brother, he's probably your fiancé. I love Wes, but not like that.
"Wes is a big boy. He can take care of himself."
Holmes chuckled quietly. "You are a unique individual Aurora."
"So long as that's a compliment."
"It is." Right about this point, I noticed how very close to me Holmes was sitting. Uh oh. WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo?
Kiss him!
No, look away!
No, don't move!
Don't move? That's a stupid idea!
Shut up!
You shut up!
No, you shut up!
Shut up all of you!
Whilst I was losing the argument with myself, Holmes had his mind made up. Lean in for the kiss, camera pan away, slow fade to black.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Make your voice heard.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
Chinese Food
The fiasco in the pub did not go unnoticed by Mala. She practically threw me upstairs with orders to take the night off.
"Order Chinese food, spend some time with that friend of yours." She ordered, with a twinkle in her eye. Married people are such matchmakers. We were eating in the Japanese style (sitting on the floor, with the food on the coffee table) because I had never felt the need to buy a dining room set.
"May inquire after your, ah, associate Wes?" Holmes asked, after the mandatory chitchat about the quality of the food (quite good, BTW). A fair question. This whole mad situation was basically his fault.
"His client was less than thrilled when Wes failed to obtain the desired item." I paused for thought, and some fried rice. Holmes was perfectly adept at using chopsticks (duh); he could even eat the rice with them, a trick I'd never gotten the hang of.
The aforementioned Wes, my partner in crime, had accepted an independent commission to steal the British Crown Jewels. Someone got the brainwave that if the Jewels were too well protected now, one simply had to go back in time and steal them. Naturally, it all went horribly wrong and I wound up getting sent back as well.
"When Wes failed to show up with the Jewels in hand, the buyer sicced his bodyguards on him. So Wes skipped town. He went to Australia originally. I thought it held a certain poetic irony. I think he's in Aruba or Cleveland or something now.
"So you don't keep in touch then." Allow me to explain something here. For some time now Holmes had been laboring under the impression that there was a little somethin' somethin' going on between us. Understandable, since to the Victorian mind, if he's not your father or your brother, he's probably your fiancé. I love Wes, but not like that.
"Wes is a big boy. He can take care of himself."
Holmes chuckled quietly. "You are a unique individual Aurora."
"So long as that's a compliment."
"It is." Right about this point, I noticed how very close to me Holmes was sitting. Uh oh. WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo?
Kiss him!
No, look away!
No, don't move!
Don't move? That's a stupid idea!
Shut up!
You shut up!
No, you shut up!
Shut up all of you!
Whilst I was losing the argument with myself, Holmes had his mind made up. Lean in for the kiss, camera pan away, slow fade to black.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Make your voice heard.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.