The Haunted Star
Jason followed Kellie into the casino.
"Do you honestly think I'm going to find a way to antagonize Sonny from work?" Kellie said, "It's not like I have the ability to telepathically start an argument with him."
"You still need a guard," Jason said, "Right now you're stuck with me."
"What am I a two-year-old?" Kellie asked.
"You act like it sometimes," Jason said.
"You have to drink or gamble to stay, Luke's rules," Kellie said, "The place isn't open yet, mob boy. So scram."
Jason didn't answer.
"Alright," Kellie said, handing Jason a beer, "What's your story? You seem to know almost everything about me. How did you end up in the orbit of the god complex?"
"I thought the bar wasn't open," Jason said, looking at the beer.
"It's not, this one's on me," Kellie said, "Consider it hazard pay. So you were in some kind of accident that wiped your memory clean. You went from golden child to mob boy."
"Why do you want to know?" Jason asked.
"You've taken my side against Sonny several times," Kellie said, "I'm just trying to figure out why."
"You need my life story to do that?" Jason asked.
"I could just ask why," Kellie said, "But I tend to get more realistic answers with people's history then if they tell. Words don't exactly mean anything to me; a hazard of being on the run for so long. I had to refine my people reading skills."
"I lost my memory and had to start over, end of story," Jason said, "Not that interesting."
"So you woke up and decided I want to work for Sonny Corinthos," Kellie said, "That thought just came into your head like a light bulb."
"Will you shut up about it if I give you the cliff notes version?" Jason asked.
"Temporarily,' Kellie said.
"I'll have to settle for that. The Quartermaines expected me to become who I was before the accident, some one I wasn't any more," Jason said, "I met Sonny and he didn't have any expectations of who I should be."
Kellie burst out laughing.
"You asked and now you're laughing at me," Jason said.
"Are you sure we're talking about the same Sonny Corinthos?" Kellie asked, still laughing, "The same Sonny Corinthos who seems to expect me to put down the guns and start playing dress-up?"
"You're also his daughter," Jason said, "no matter how much you want to gloss over that little fact."
"From what I can tell, you didn't exactly appreciate your parents telling you who you should be," Kellie said, "So where do you get off using parental rights as an excuse for my father?"
"She's got you beat there," Luke said, coming in, "You realize that beer is coming out of your tips, Slinger."
"No, Luke, I thought it would come out of your profits," Kellie said, sarcastically, "Time to scram, mob boy. Security just walked in the door. You don't have to guard me now. Besides you'll scare the customers."
"And you don't?" Jason asked.
"Luke has no flashing guns rule," Kellie said, "Now go see if you can talk some sense into Sonny."
"How do you know I don't agree with Sonny?" Jason asked.
"Because if you did, you would have been trying to persuade me toagree with his plan already," Kellie said.
"You have few kinks to work out," Jason said, "But I wouldn't throw it out of consideration."
"Either drink or gamble," Luke yelled from the back, "Or Kellie will have security here throw you out."
"Mob boy was just leaving," Kellie said.
"Would you stop calling me mob boy?" Jason said, heading out.
"Why would I do that when it irritates you so much?" Kellie said.