Disclaimer: I don't own. I have a low amount of money, mainly $4.10. I wouldn't recommend sueing. Tara and Nanaki are property of Takamo while Julius and Natasha belong to another friend, unnamed since her name changes entirely too much; she knows who she is. I own all others that are unrecognizable. I do not own the any language nor do I claim it is all right; it probably isn't.
Downtown Bayville, Losmas Apartment Complex
"Angel, your date or whatever's here."
Angel glared at her closed bedroom door then mumbled something against her uncle. She checked the mirror again, making sure that her make-up was set. She'd outlined her eyes in black again and painted her lips a frozen blue before outlining them in a darker color then gotten dressed. She shook her head and exited her room, pulling the door closed.
"You don't have to yell, Vel, I'm right here," she announced upon entering the front room to their small apartment. She stepped around the scattered kid toys to reach the black couch where Jax and her uncle were sitting. "Hello, Jax."
"Hello yourself, Angel," he replied with his usual hiss, rising and coming over to her. He waited until he reachecd her then bent close as though to kiss her but instead spoke quietly, out of Vel's hearing. "You look half dead."
"That's the point," she said after disentangling herself from such close quarters with him. She faced her uncle, shrugging her shoulders in a gesture that she was at a loss. "When do I gotta be home?"
"Before one."
"Be here by eleven-thirty, and that doesn't mean pulling the gate shut at eleven-thirty, Angel." Kristal's voice was muffled from the kitchen where she was cooking. Something crashed then there was a bit of mumbling followed by a child's laughter.
Eleven-thirty. That's plenty of time since it's only eight now. What are Jax and I supposed to do for three and a half hours? she wondered but walked into the kitchen and gave her aunt a hug, stopping briefly to play with her nephew, who was drawing at the kitchen table.
"You don't have to save dinner. I'll probably eat it in the morning for breakfast. See you, Kris, Vel. Daniel, behave," she told the two-year-old after giving him a hug. She grabbed a sweatshirt then met Jax at the door, pulling it closed behind him. "Now for our ground rules."
Jax feigned shock after allowing his hood to fall back, exposing the scales around his slitted eyes and giving a view of his fangs. He smiled. "We already have rules, Angel." He said the name in a way that made it sound like an insult.
"No, Jax. Here's my rule: don't you dare bite me." Angel tensed when he leaned so close to her that she could smell the venom that would pour from his fangs into a person.
"I only bite when asked," he taunted from the same position then pulled back, flicking his tongue out against her cheek.
If we both live through the night, it'll be a miracle, she thought, glowering at his back as he started away.
"Coming, Angel?"
"Do I have a choice?" She took off running and caught up to him just as he rounded the corner and started toward the lake. She pulled on her sweatshirt then lifted her hair out, trying to force it out of her eyes. "Were you the one that came up with all this or did the relationship counselors do it?"
"Relationship counselors. I was just told to pick you up, have dinner, and go for a walk." He continued walking even as he spoke to her, reaching the trees that bordered the slope to the lake within a few moments.
Angel was almost out of breathe when she caught up to him. "Where are we going for a walk?"
"How about off a short cliff? Or do you not trust me that much?" he asked, dropping the bait, though she didn't take it.
"I don't trust anyone that much. What reason have you ever given me to trust you?" she demanded as she followed him down the trail of rocks that had been carved out at some point. She slid several out of the way with her telekenesis then continued walking as though nothing had happened. "Except maybe Tara."
"What are you babbling about?" Jax questioned with a glance back at her as they reached the bottom. He held out a hand; she ignored it. "By the time you finish talking and get down here, our food will be cold."
"And we'd hate to leave the serpent king without food for too long, wouldn't we?" she asked, allowing sarcasm to drip from each word.
"One more comment like that and I'm going to say screw the rule. You'd probably make an interesting snack, Angel," he replied, smirking when her expression turned into a look of irritation with a slight worry. He noted it with a satisfied, but still vicious, grin then mocked a bow. "Have a seat."
Angel didn't say anything about his sudden shift in manners but instead sat down on the blanket, drawing her knees up so she could rest her folded arms on them. "Why can't I just have one night where things go normal for me? No sarcastic comments, no saddistic people, and no guys who think they're a gift. Is that too much to ask?" she mumbled, though her voice slowly slipped into Spanish. It was majority unrecognizable but there was a little French thrown in.
"I never knew you listened to Margolian's class."
"I don't. Let's just shut up and eat then we can end this night before one of us kills the other," she said, digging through the basket of food until she'd removed it's contents. She stared at the contents then smiled, holding up a bottle of something purplish-colored. "Oh, look, it's wine."
"I doubt it. Take a drink," Jax said more like a command then an offer.
She took the bottle and tipped it back, taking a swallow before setting it back down. She waited a moment then made a face. "Grape juice."
"I thought so. How 'bout we make a deal?" he asked, taking the bottle back and pouring it into two glasses that had been sitting there. He held one out.
"What kind of deal, Jax? You're a liar and you cheat, usually," she replied before taking the glass from his hand. She held it the way she'd accepted it, waiting.
"Touche. I'll stop my little comments since you get enough abuse from Juilus, if you'll forget the parts of my personality you've seen this evening."
It would make the night easier to deal with. No sarcastic comments in exchange for my forgetfulness. Where's the fun in having a bad memory if you can't forget things?
"Deal. What's the worst that could happen...? Let's drink to it."
They drank to it then started on dinner. It didn't take long before they'd made it through their roast beef sandwiches, chips, and the majority of their bottle of Grape Juice. It had for the majority just been something to wash down the food since neither particurally enjoyed the flavor itself.
"Okay. How did you and Juilus get roped into this whole counseling bit?" Jax asked after shoving the rest of their picnic stuff into the basket and standing. He picked up the almost empty bottle, balancing it in the palm of one hand.
Angel shook her head. "I don't know. Jean called me into her office earlier today and told me that one or more of my teachers has reported that I'm in an abusive relationship. She suggested we come to the meeting but more or less bothered me all afternoon until I dragged Juilus in, arguing and fighting me every step of the way," she explained, following his lead by getting up and walking to the edge of the water. "Think you could hit a duck with that bottle...?"
"Does that mean you'd like me to try, Angel?" he asked with the hiss back in his voice, flicking his tongue out from between his lips. He concentrated a moment then threw the bottle; there came a quack followed by a thunk and a few bubbles coming to the surface. "I think that means yes."
"You killed a duck," she mumbled in somewhat awe.
"Your suggestion. We have a walk to take," Jax announced, taking one of her arms and almost pulling her along with him. She pulled away then fell into step beside him to walk at the edge of the water.
She stopped to remove her shoes and socks then stepped into the water, mumbling something about it being cold. She stood there a moment before smiling. "Hey, it's cold."
"Water normally is. Are you always this stupid?" he asked, though he abandoned his cloak and boots to follow her into the water then caught her arm, attempting to pull her toward the rock lined shore.
"There's a difference in stupid and ditzy. Stupid is not smart but ditzy is you have some minor problems with comprehension. I'm not stupid, I'm ditzy." She pulled away again and splashed water onto him, smiling like the angel her name called her; it failed.
Jax sighed. "Sure thing, Angel. We're getting out of the water and going to finish our walk then you're going home, okay?" he demanded, taking her arm again and yanking her out of the water against her will.
She glowered at him. "What is it with guys thinkin' they have to manhandle someone to get their way? Has it ever occured to you that we might listen better if you ASKED us, instead of forcing us? Of course not. That would ruin your chauvinistic pig way of life wouldn't it?" she replied with an even heavier accent that normally.
"Are you this flattering to all guys?"
"No. I'm sometimes more but you deserved it, bucko!"
There was silence a moment then Jax's expression shifted into one of amusement. "..Bucko..?"
I have no clue where that word came from. I really have to stop listening to Vel's conversations with his out-of-state business partners. I'm picking up how they talk and words they use. Not good. I won't use anymore words unless I'm sure of what they mean.
"I don't know! I..got...confused," Angel mumbled with her head down to stare at the wet hems of her jeans and the mud that clung to her feet along with grass and the like.
"It's okay, Angel. I know you're not that bright since the last snowball fight we had; not many people would be after running into a parked car."
She glared up at him. "I did not run into a car. The car moved into my path, and I didn't notice it," she amended after a few moments of silence. She stuck her tongue out at him. "So there."
"You're acting like a seven-year-old."
"Oh, and the fact that you licked me earlier made you how old? I mean, really.."
Jax smirked and leaned down close to her, flicking his tongue out again, though this time it was far enough away that it didn't touch her face. "I enjoy mocking you. Your reactions are worth a million dollars," he replied with another flick of his tongue.
"I hate you."
"Less talking, more walking."
"Why didn't you attend relationship therapy with Tasha? I know you were supposed to be there..."
He shook his head. "There's not a problem with my relationship. Tasha and I are doing fine beyond occassional abusive streaks and the fact that her father along with the people she works with hate me. Raggedy Anne and Andy can't fix their realtionship, much less anyone elses's."
"I'm guessin' that you mean Jean and Scott...?" Angel offered him a smirk then seemed to realize that she'd left her shoes, glancing back. "I left my shoes..."
"Go get 'em."
"Thanks, Jax! Juilus would tell me to leave them or get them later," she said then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before running back down the bank to the group of rocks where her shoes could clearly be seen.
Jax shook his head. "Walking plague...? Not even close, Juilus. Not even close."
Burger King (....)
"This isn't the resteraunt I chose, Todd."
Natasha Creed glowered at her dinner partner for the evening and continued sucking on the straw of her drink. She tapped her overgrown nails against the marble table top, watched him play some video game in the kid's area, while waiting for her food.
"It's not that bad, seriously, Tasha. This is five star when compared to what we normally eat," came Toad's answer, though he didn't look away from the game. His full attention had been on it for the last thirty minutes since they'd ordered their food, evacuating the fast food join in the process.
This is what I'm stuck spending the night with? Don't I see him enough since I have to work with him? I'm going to kill Little Miss Perfect and Little Mister Good Puppy. At least I know that Jax is as miserable as me since he's spending the evening with Angel...
"I won!! I won! Toad won! Yo, Toad in the house!" Toad did a 'small' victory dance around the play area then took off running and vanished into the maze of plastic kid toys, running up the slide and vanishing. His voice echoed back. "Toad in the house. Toad in the hizouse!"
"Shut up, Toad. No one cares that you beat a stupid video game," she scowled then began to shred the kid's color sheet that someone had left laying on their table. She ripped it into long strands then spread them out on the table, using each one to represent a possibility on how to kill Toad. It was starting to have calming effect to think about the the frog without a head or about a number of other possible deaths.
He came tumbling down the slide then landed in a heap near her feet after sliding across the floor. "You're beautiful when you're angry, my love," he announced then snickered and bounced off into the plastic child's castle thing.
"TOAD!" Her shriek added a few cracks to the windows and scared the group of teenagers that had been gossiping and talking behind the counter. She looked over with a scowl. "Is our food ready yet?"
"Um...it's a-a-almost ready," one of the teenager girls stammered out then vanished behind the rack of burgers. There was the buzz of voices that was broken by the sound of Toad's video game.
"I'm suprised you haven't blown a brain cell because Wanda's out with that cajun stalker," Natasha called over to him, sucking on her straw a few moments longer. She pushed it away with a mumbled statement that no one else understood.
"Wanda's out with another stalker? What?! I'm confused. She said it was just a meeting with some guy..for 'revenge' purposes. Did Wanda lie to me?" he asked, frowning at the mere thought. He didn't look away from the video game; his hands never left the controls, either.
She nodded, slowly. "Yeah, Todd. She did."
"I can't believe my sweetums would lie to me," he mumbled out of nowhere, in the middle of their silence. He stood at the machine for a moment then began to press more buttons. "I'll color her a picture, yo. It'll be of flowers and such and then she'll have to love me, right?"
"Yep. That's it...Toad..."
She wasn't going to waste the rest of the night by arguing with him about Wanda's obvious lack of interest. The girl was rather obvious if the numerous times she'd shoved him away or tried to kill him were any clue to the obviousness of his one way love; it was growing pathetic.
"Uh...h-here's your food, miss." The teenager girl, Samantha, as her name tag proclaimed in bright lettering, had come over with a tray loaded with the foods they'd ordered. She set it down then retreated behind the counter with her co-workers, talking in a quiet voice that wouldn't carry to their section of the resteraunt.
"About time." She didn't say the comment aloud but the urge to was strong. It was almost as strong as her urges to do something about Pietro's constant flirtations and suggestive remarks. She concentrated on her dinner partner, instead. "Toad, get over here and get your food!"
Toad stood there a moment then took the sheet of paper that the machine printed out; he folded it up and stuffed it into one of his pockets, hopping over to the table. He stared a moment before frowning. "Yo, where's my flies? I asked for flies, yo!"
"Most fast food places don't sell flies by the bucket, Toad. It's not exactly a common food or something that's part of a real food group," Natasha told him around a bite of her hamburger.
Why I have to spend the evening with the fly obsessed frog prince? she wondered, though she didn't speak her thoughts through their meal. She ate her own food then a portion of his, taking it when he became interested in capturing flies and other such bugs. I don't see what I've done that's horrible enough to deserve this.
"Yo, Tasha! Since when are there blue lights outside of Burger King...?" His question drew her attention to the crowd of officers that had met Samantha and another guy outside. She mumbled under her breathe then stood, yanking her jacket on.
"Let's go, Toad. That's what we like to call cops...just leave the flies."
Natasha bolted out the glass door, abandoing their remaining food and the garbage their food had created. She waited only long enough to be sure Toad was gone then vanished down an alleyway.
"At least it wasn't another boring school night...."
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"We're allowed to wear Halloween costumes here? Katherine never let us wear 'em since Angel and a couple of others have issues with anything they can't see the face of, namely clowns and halloween masks."
"I have the perfect idea...circle up guys...no masks required..." Kellie motioned with one hand and they circled up, beginning to whispher and talk among themselves.
Downtown Bayville, Losmas Apartment Complex
"Angel, your date or whatever's here."
Angel glared at her closed bedroom door then mumbled something against her uncle. She checked the mirror again, making sure that her make-up was set. She'd outlined her eyes in black again and painted her lips a frozen blue before outlining them in a darker color then gotten dressed. She shook her head and exited her room, pulling the door closed.
"You don't have to yell, Vel, I'm right here," she announced upon entering the front room to their small apartment. She stepped around the scattered kid toys to reach the black couch where Jax and her uncle were sitting. "Hello, Jax."
"Hello yourself, Angel," he replied with his usual hiss, rising and coming over to her. He waited until he reachecd her then bent close as though to kiss her but instead spoke quietly, out of Vel's hearing. "You look half dead."
"That's the point," she said after disentangling herself from such close quarters with him. She faced her uncle, shrugging her shoulders in a gesture that she was at a loss. "When do I gotta be home?"
"Before one."
"Be here by eleven-thirty, and that doesn't mean pulling the gate shut at eleven-thirty, Angel." Kristal's voice was muffled from the kitchen where she was cooking. Something crashed then there was a bit of mumbling followed by a child's laughter.
Eleven-thirty. That's plenty of time since it's only eight now. What are Jax and I supposed to do for three and a half hours? she wondered but walked into the kitchen and gave her aunt a hug, stopping briefly to play with her nephew, who was drawing at the kitchen table.
"You don't have to save dinner. I'll probably eat it in the morning for breakfast. See you, Kris, Vel. Daniel, behave," she told the two-year-old after giving him a hug. She grabbed a sweatshirt then met Jax at the door, pulling it closed behind him. "Now for our ground rules."
Jax feigned shock after allowing his hood to fall back, exposing the scales around his slitted eyes and giving a view of his fangs. He smiled. "We already have rules, Angel." He said the name in a way that made it sound like an insult.
"No, Jax. Here's my rule: don't you dare bite me." Angel tensed when he leaned so close to her that she could smell the venom that would pour from his fangs into a person.
"I only bite when asked," he taunted from the same position then pulled back, flicking his tongue out against her cheek.
If we both live through the night, it'll be a miracle, she thought, glowering at his back as he started away.
"Coming, Angel?"
"Do I have a choice?" She took off running and caught up to him just as he rounded the corner and started toward the lake. She pulled on her sweatshirt then lifted her hair out, trying to force it out of her eyes. "Were you the one that came up with all this or did the relationship counselors do it?"
"Relationship counselors. I was just told to pick you up, have dinner, and go for a walk." He continued walking even as he spoke to her, reaching the trees that bordered the slope to the lake within a few moments.
Angel was almost out of breathe when she caught up to him. "Where are we going for a walk?"
"How about off a short cliff? Or do you not trust me that much?" he asked, dropping the bait, though she didn't take it.
"I don't trust anyone that much. What reason have you ever given me to trust you?" she demanded as she followed him down the trail of rocks that had been carved out at some point. She slid several out of the way with her telekenesis then continued walking as though nothing had happened. "Except maybe Tara."
"What are you babbling about?" Jax questioned with a glance back at her as they reached the bottom. He held out a hand; she ignored it. "By the time you finish talking and get down here, our food will be cold."
"And we'd hate to leave the serpent king without food for too long, wouldn't we?" she asked, allowing sarcasm to drip from each word.
"One more comment like that and I'm going to say screw the rule. You'd probably make an interesting snack, Angel," he replied, smirking when her expression turned into a look of irritation with a slight worry. He noted it with a satisfied, but still vicious, grin then mocked a bow. "Have a seat."
Angel didn't say anything about his sudden shift in manners but instead sat down on the blanket, drawing her knees up so she could rest her folded arms on them. "Why can't I just have one night where things go normal for me? No sarcastic comments, no saddistic people, and no guys who think they're a gift. Is that too much to ask?" she mumbled, though her voice slowly slipped into Spanish. It was majority unrecognizable but there was a little French thrown in.
"I never knew you listened to Margolian's class."
"I don't. Let's just shut up and eat then we can end this night before one of us kills the other," she said, digging through the basket of food until she'd removed it's contents. She stared at the contents then smiled, holding up a bottle of something purplish-colored. "Oh, look, it's wine."
"I doubt it. Take a drink," Jax said more like a command then an offer.
She took the bottle and tipped it back, taking a swallow before setting it back down. She waited a moment then made a face. "Grape juice."
"I thought so. How 'bout we make a deal?" he asked, taking the bottle back and pouring it into two glasses that had been sitting there. He held one out.
"What kind of deal, Jax? You're a liar and you cheat, usually," she replied before taking the glass from his hand. She held it the way she'd accepted it, waiting.
"Touche. I'll stop my little comments since you get enough abuse from Juilus, if you'll forget the parts of my personality you've seen this evening."
It would make the night easier to deal with. No sarcastic comments in exchange for my forgetfulness. Where's the fun in having a bad memory if you can't forget things?
"Deal. What's the worst that could happen...? Let's drink to it."
They drank to it then started on dinner. It didn't take long before they'd made it through their roast beef sandwiches, chips, and the majority of their bottle of Grape Juice. It had for the majority just been something to wash down the food since neither particurally enjoyed the flavor itself.
"Okay. How did you and Juilus get roped into this whole counseling bit?" Jax asked after shoving the rest of their picnic stuff into the basket and standing. He picked up the almost empty bottle, balancing it in the palm of one hand.
Angel shook her head. "I don't know. Jean called me into her office earlier today and told me that one or more of my teachers has reported that I'm in an abusive relationship. She suggested we come to the meeting but more or less bothered me all afternoon until I dragged Juilus in, arguing and fighting me every step of the way," she explained, following his lead by getting up and walking to the edge of the water. "Think you could hit a duck with that bottle...?"
"Does that mean you'd like me to try, Angel?" he asked with the hiss back in his voice, flicking his tongue out from between his lips. He concentrated a moment then threw the bottle; there came a quack followed by a thunk and a few bubbles coming to the surface. "I think that means yes."
"You killed a duck," she mumbled in somewhat awe.
"Your suggestion. We have a walk to take," Jax announced, taking one of her arms and almost pulling her along with him. She pulled away then fell into step beside him to walk at the edge of the water.
She stopped to remove her shoes and socks then stepped into the water, mumbling something about it being cold. She stood there a moment before smiling. "Hey, it's cold."
"Water normally is. Are you always this stupid?" he asked, though he abandoned his cloak and boots to follow her into the water then caught her arm, attempting to pull her toward the rock lined shore.
"There's a difference in stupid and ditzy. Stupid is not smart but ditzy is you have some minor problems with comprehension. I'm not stupid, I'm ditzy." She pulled away again and splashed water onto him, smiling like the angel her name called her; it failed.
Jax sighed. "Sure thing, Angel. We're getting out of the water and going to finish our walk then you're going home, okay?" he demanded, taking her arm again and yanking her out of the water against her will.
She glowered at him. "What is it with guys thinkin' they have to manhandle someone to get their way? Has it ever occured to you that we might listen better if you ASKED us, instead of forcing us? Of course not. That would ruin your chauvinistic pig way of life wouldn't it?" she replied with an even heavier accent that normally.
"Are you this flattering to all guys?"
"No. I'm sometimes more but you deserved it, bucko!"
There was silence a moment then Jax's expression shifted into one of amusement. "..Bucko..?"
I have no clue where that word came from. I really have to stop listening to Vel's conversations with his out-of-state business partners. I'm picking up how they talk and words they use. Not good. I won't use anymore words unless I'm sure of what they mean.
"I don't know! I..got...confused," Angel mumbled with her head down to stare at the wet hems of her jeans and the mud that clung to her feet along with grass and the like.
"It's okay, Angel. I know you're not that bright since the last snowball fight we had; not many people would be after running into a parked car."
She glared up at him. "I did not run into a car. The car moved into my path, and I didn't notice it," she amended after a few moments of silence. She stuck her tongue out at him. "So there."
"You're acting like a seven-year-old."
"Oh, and the fact that you licked me earlier made you how old? I mean, really.."
Jax smirked and leaned down close to her, flicking his tongue out again, though this time it was far enough away that it didn't touch her face. "I enjoy mocking you. Your reactions are worth a million dollars," he replied with another flick of his tongue.
"I hate you."
"Less talking, more walking."
"Why didn't you attend relationship therapy with Tasha? I know you were supposed to be there..."
He shook his head. "There's not a problem with my relationship. Tasha and I are doing fine beyond occassional abusive streaks and the fact that her father along with the people she works with hate me. Raggedy Anne and Andy can't fix their realtionship, much less anyone elses's."
"I'm guessin' that you mean Jean and Scott...?" Angel offered him a smirk then seemed to realize that she'd left her shoes, glancing back. "I left my shoes..."
"Go get 'em."
"Thanks, Jax! Juilus would tell me to leave them or get them later," she said then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before running back down the bank to the group of rocks where her shoes could clearly be seen.
Jax shook his head. "Walking plague...? Not even close, Juilus. Not even close."
Burger King (....)
"This isn't the resteraunt I chose, Todd."
Natasha Creed glowered at her dinner partner for the evening and continued sucking on the straw of her drink. She tapped her overgrown nails against the marble table top, watched him play some video game in the kid's area, while waiting for her food.
"It's not that bad, seriously, Tasha. This is five star when compared to what we normally eat," came Toad's answer, though he didn't look away from the game. His full attention had been on it for the last thirty minutes since they'd ordered their food, evacuating the fast food join in the process.
This is what I'm stuck spending the night with? Don't I see him enough since I have to work with him? I'm going to kill Little Miss Perfect and Little Mister Good Puppy. At least I know that Jax is as miserable as me since he's spending the evening with Angel...
"I won!! I won! Toad won! Yo, Toad in the house!" Toad did a 'small' victory dance around the play area then took off running and vanished into the maze of plastic kid toys, running up the slide and vanishing. His voice echoed back. "Toad in the house. Toad in the hizouse!"
"Shut up, Toad. No one cares that you beat a stupid video game," she scowled then began to shred the kid's color sheet that someone had left laying on their table. She ripped it into long strands then spread them out on the table, using each one to represent a possibility on how to kill Toad. It was starting to have calming effect to think about the the frog without a head or about a number of other possible deaths.
He came tumbling down the slide then landed in a heap near her feet after sliding across the floor. "You're beautiful when you're angry, my love," he announced then snickered and bounced off into the plastic child's castle thing.
"TOAD!" Her shriek added a few cracks to the windows and scared the group of teenagers that had been gossiping and talking behind the counter. She looked over with a scowl. "Is our food ready yet?"
"Um...it's a-a-almost ready," one of the teenager girls stammered out then vanished behind the rack of burgers. There was the buzz of voices that was broken by the sound of Toad's video game.
"I'm suprised you haven't blown a brain cell because Wanda's out with that cajun stalker," Natasha called over to him, sucking on her straw a few moments longer. She pushed it away with a mumbled statement that no one else understood.
"Wanda's out with another stalker? What?! I'm confused. She said it was just a meeting with some guy..for 'revenge' purposes. Did Wanda lie to me?" he asked, frowning at the mere thought. He didn't look away from the video game; his hands never left the controls, either.
She nodded, slowly. "Yeah, Todd. She did."
"I can't believe my sweetums would lie to me," he mumbled out of nowhere, in the middle of their silence. He stood at the machine for a moment then began to press more buttons. "I'll color her a picture, yo. It'll be of flowers and such and then she'll have to love me, right?"
"Yep. That's it...Toad..."
She wasn't going to waste the rest of the night by arguing with him about Wanda's obvious lack of interest. The girl was rather obvious if the numerous times she'd shoved him away or tried to kill him were any clue to the obviousness of his one way love; it was growing pathetic.
"Uh...h-here's your food, miss." The teenager girl, Samantha, as her name tag proclaimed in bright lettering, had come over with a tray loaded with the foods they'd ordered. She set it down then retreated behind the counter with her co-workers, talking in a quiet voice that wouldn't carry to their section of the resteraunt.
"About time." She didn't say the comment aloud but the urge to was strong. It was almost as strong as her urges to do something about Pietro's constant flirtations and suggestive remarks. She concentrated on her dinner partner, instead. "Toad, get over here and get your food!"
Toad stood there a moment then took the sheet of paper that the machine printed out; he folded it up and stuffed it into one of his pockets, hopping over to the table. He stared a moment before frowning. "Yo, where's my flies? I asked for flies, yo!"
"Most fast food places don't sell flies by the bucket, Toad. It's not exactly a common food or something that's part of a real food group," Natasha told him around a bite of her hamburger.
Why I have to spend the evening with the fly obsessed frog prince? she wondered, though she didn't speak her thoughts through their meal. She ate her own food then a portion of his, taking it when he became interested in capturing flies and other such bugs. I don't see what I've done that's horrible enough to deserve this.
"Yo, Tasha! Since when are there blue lights outside of Burger King...?" His question drew her attention to the crowd of officers that had met Samantha and another guy outside. She mumbled under her breathe then stood, yanking her jacket on.
"Let's go, Toad. That's what we like to call cops...just leave the flies."
Natasha bolted out the glass door, abandoing their remaining food and the garbage their food had created. She waited only long enough to be sure Toad was gone then vanished down an alleyway.
"At least it wasn't another boring school night...."
Random Line of Coming Attractions:
"We're allowed to wear Halloween costumes here? Katherine never let us wear 'em since Angel and a couple of others have issues with anything they can't see the face of, namely clowns and halloween masks."
"I have the perfect idea...circle up guys...no masks required..." Kellie motioned with one hand and they circled up, beginning to whispher and talk among themselves.