Stacey spat out her Sprite... all over the screen; only vaguely aware of it dripping down onto the desk - little pattering sounds in the uncomfortable silence.
"This can't be my fault," she coughed. "No way. No, that Maeve hit her before. She's fuckin' insane."
*YIP!*
Buddy nudged at an ankle, wanting to be picked up to see what was happening up there - leaving a wet-nose impression on her sock. She obliged absently, and just sat there stiffly as the fluffy furball lapped happily at the wet screen.
"You think this is my fault, Buddy?"
His little triangular points twitched at the sound of his name, and he maneuvered a speedy one-eighty, falling back clumsily on his haunches. Stacey usually laughed at that. And Buddy knew this.
*YIP?*
It was questioning. Stacey shrugged. "She ain't home yet. An' she'd bust my ass if she knew 'bout this."
((* Lick *))
"Yeah. Love you too." She sighed as she heard Alex's key in the door. "Best put on a smile, Buddy. Either that, or I plead PMS... if she don't already know my damn cycle."
"This can't be my fault," she coughed. "No way. No, that Maeve hit her before. She's fuckin' insane."
*YIP!*
Buddy nudged at an ankle, wanting to be picked up to see what was happening up there - leaving a wet-nose impression on her sock. She obliged absently, and just sat there stiffly as the fluffy furball lapped happily at the wet screen.
"You think this is my fault, Buddy?"
His little triangular points twitched at the sound of his name, and he maneuvered a speedy one-eighty, falling back clumsily on his haunches. Stacey usually laughed at that. And Buddy knew this.
*YIP?*
It was questioning. Stacey shrugged. "She ain't home yet. An' she'd bust my ass if she knew 'bout this."
((* Lick *))
"Yeah. Love you too." She sighed as she heard Alex's key in the door. "Best put on a smile, Buddy. Either that, or I plead PMS... if she don't already know my damn cycle."