Lucy opened one eye, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face. She realized her entire body ached and she groaned. She tried to stretch, but found that someone warm, sexy, and hidden by a mane of blonde hair was impeding the process. She couldn't help the smile that first twitched up the corners of her mouth and spread into a full on face aching grin. She looked around the room and took note of the clothing strewn about, and the sheets that were no longer neatly tucked in. Lucy tried to disentangle herself from Amy without waking her and had almost achieved it when she noticed too late her ankles were twisted in the sheet and Lucy fell onto the floor. She stared up at the ceiling, slightly dazed and couldn't help but giggle. She heard Amy shift on the bed and saw her angel's face appear into view framed by her blond locks. Amy smirked at her, and let her gaze trace every inch of Lucy's naked body sprawled on the floor. She raised an eyebrow and met Lucy's eyes. "Um...I do this every morning." Now it was Amy's turn to laugh. "Ah. And exactly what is it you do every morning? Fall off of the bed? Laugh at the ceiling? Or wake up next to a stunningly beautiful former spy?" Lucy's brows furrowed. "Hmm. Ok, well none of those things. But I certainly wouldn't mind doing one of those every morning." Amy looked as if she was pondering for a moment. "You know, falling off of the bed every morning is bound to cause a fair share of bruises on that perfect body of yours." She winked at Lucy as she rose from the bed and began collecting her garments from about the room. Lucy grinned and was ready with a comeback but got sidetracked watching Amy flit about her bedroom naked.
Amy paused after finding her cellphone which had been buried under a pile of clothes. She turned to Lucy and giggled. Lucy tilted her head to the side, puzzled, and waited for Amy to explain. "Sam!" Now she was completely confused. "Who?" "My friend from high school? She texted me. She got in touch with Peggy, and it so happens she is between...ah..." Amy couldn't speak anymore. She began laughing so hard she was crying. "Betw...betweeeeen...haaaaa...between Minions!" Lucy finally realized what Amy was talking about. "Wait...Demonira calls her boyfriends 'Minions'?" Amy nodded, wiping tears from her cheeks. "Yes. The 'Minions of Satan.' Peggy...Demonira...whatever...has a date with Scud tonight." It was Lucy's turn to laugh. "We really need to be present for this date. Still have that crazy swing thing you Debs use?" Amy nodded. "In my room at the Debs house." Lucy thought those bright blue eyes clouded for a moment as Amy thought about the Debs. "I guess I have to go back and get my things anyway. I have to talk to Max. I can't leave things the way they are." Amy returned her focus to Lucy. "I'll make sure I take that swing with me." She winked at Lucy. "And maybe a pair of handcuffs." She grinned, then noticed she was still standing in the middle of Lucy's room without a stitch of clothing on. Lucy stood up, wrapping the sheet around her as she did so. "I'll go make the coffee, you get in the shower." Amy pouted. "What?" "Make me a smoothie!" Lucy rolled her eyes. "Fine! Spies are so high maintenance!" Amy tossed one of the items of clothing she had in her arms across the room at Lucy. She giggled again and ducked into the bathroom to avoid retaliation.
Scud let his eyes slip shut for a moment. "Roadkill? Really? She used to sketch roadkill?" Lucy tried her best innocent face. This made him even more nervous. "Does she bite the heads off of bats too? What are you getting me into?" Lucy snickered but shook her head. "It'll just be a nice dinner. Her name is Peggy. Amy went to high school with her. Um, plus I, uh, think it was a requirement for an art class." Lucy coughed loudly to cover up a laugh. Scud was so preoccupied he failed to notice. He sighed and hung his head. "I know I'm going to regret this. What time?" Lucy grinned at him. "8:30. Amy and I will drop you off." Scud looked down at his shirt doubtfully. "He looked up at Lucy and winked. "Think she will like me in pink?" Lucy grinned. "Oh, I'm sure she will love you in anything, Minion." Scud gasped. "Did you just call me a Minion? I like the Henchman title. Sidekick I can live with. But Minion is just...well, it's...it's just...too...Despicable Me." The corners of Lucy's lips turned up and she opened her mouth to say something but he reached his hand out and pinched her lips shut with his fingers. "No, I am not wearing a yellow shirt. Or goggles. Or overalls." He dropped his hand.
Max tapped the 'End Call' button on her phone. Amy's phone just went straight to voicemail. Max shrugged and wondered where Amy had gone. She knew she hadn't gone home. Amy's parents had called earlier in the day about some lunch or brunch or something. Max hadn't paid that much attention to what Janet had told her. Janet had told them Amy was at class and that she would have her call them back. She was feeling a little cooped up. She left her room and headed downstairs where she saw Dominique reading the paper on the couch. Dom lowered the paper slightly to glance at Max indifferently. Max nodded at her. "Shooting range?" Dominique folded the paper up slowly and placed it on the coffee table. "Oui. I was getting bored." She stood and followed Max outside. Max rolled her eyes and looked at Dom. "Did Janet take the car again?" "Oui. She said somezing about a chandail." Max blinked at her. "A what?" "Eh a sweater! She haz so many already!" Max clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "I really need to shoot something. Let's go." "Allons-y."
They climbed into Max's truck and she took off to the range. After about an hour of shooting, Max pulled her last target forward and gathered all of them up. Dominique did the same. They packed up their gear and headed to the work tables right outside of the firing area to compare. There wasn't much left of any of Max's targets. Dom's targets were still fully formed black figures, with a quarter sized hole through the chest and another quarter sized hole through the center of the head. She hadn't even bothered changing her target. Every single one of Dominique's 100 fired rounds had gone in one of two places. Max's eyes widened at the sight of those two holes. "Remind me not to piss you off," she mumbled. Dom looked at the scraps of paper that were Max's targets. "Same here."
They sat at the work table a cleaned their guns in companionable silence. From time to time they actually enjoyed each other's company, as neither of them were very talkative. After Dom had finished, secured her gun in it's holster and zipped up her extra ammo, she looked at Max. Max's attention was focused on a scuffed spot on her shiny chrome hand cannon. "Max. Do you think Amy is coming back?" At first Max didn't realize Dominique was talking to her. "Huh? Oh." She paused to consider it for the umpteenth time. She shook her head like she did every time she asked herself that question. "I honestly don't know. I always assumed Amy was happy here, and that she loved what she did. But now...well, in the last few days I've noticed a lot of things that I think I'd never let myself notice before. All I can hope is that our argument isn't the reason Amy quit." Dominique had been nodding in agreement most of the time Max had been talking. "I do not think it is ze reason. Something has been going on with Amy, I think she finally found a reason to get ze courage to leave." Just as Max turned to face Dominique to respond, Bobby walked into the shooting range. "Hey girls! Um, just wanted to know if you'd seen my girlfriend around? I think her phone is turned off and I haven't been able to find her." Max rolled her eyes. "Bobby, you can't be serious." "Serious as a heart attack! I can't find her!" Max glance at Dom, who was just scowling at Bobby like she normally does. "Ugh, go away. Imbecile." Bobby stared at Dominique in confusion, then turned his head toward Max. "That's the first time she has ever talked to me. But I don't know French." Max stood and slapped him in the back of the head. "Bobby, leave us alone. Leave Amy alone." Dominique smirked at him and they left the firing range. "I guess that is another reason Amy left," Max sighed. She looked across the truck's cab at Dom. "Thanks Dominique. I needed this." She nodded, and Max put the truck in reverse.