While dusting the library, I decide to keep and eye on Jones, to make sure that he's actually doing his job and dusting. I'm standing on the sliding ladder on the top step. As I'm dusting Abner's entire encyclopedia section, I hear laughter in the Northern corners of the Library, just a few shelves ahead of me.
I stand on my very tiptoes to peek over the top of the shelf. There is Jones, standing with one of the house maids, I think her name is Miranda. I can tell that she's putting on the flirty act (her eyelashes are batting and everything) and he's putting on the smooth and cool look (the hand through the hair, I would recognize that anywhere).
He's leaning into her and whispering in her ear while she is giggling flirtatiously and trying to swat his hands away from her waist. I'm fairly revolted that both of them are doing this, and I'm enraged that Jones is slacking on the job while I'm working my ass off.
Oh, shit.
They're kissing now. He probably doesn't even know her name and he's kissing the bloody life out of her. Her hands are tangling in his hair and I find that his hair isn't nice looking anymore. Especially with her snaky hands in it.
A plan begins to form in my head. I look at the duster in my hand and estimate it's weight and identify how much force I'll need to get it directly projected at the back of his head.
I throw it with all my might.
My aim is perfect. I never see it hit his head, but guessing by the squeal of surprise and the loud "OW! What the..?" that sounds from that side of the library, I hit my target.
Then, as quickly as I can, I hop down from my ladder and walk up to the confused couple, both who are looking very mussed.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I simper at Miranda, completely ignoring Jones. "I just got so caught up in my work that I lost my grip of the duster!"
I pick it up, careful to shake more dust all over Jones.
"Well." I say with a giggle. "See ya."
And with that, I walk out of the library into the next room to dust, nearly cackling with laughter as I leave a bewildered Jones and bimbo behind.
No on should ever dare to mess with me, Marion Elena Ravenwood, and my life.
If you do, you'll just get covered in million year old dust.
Ha.
I'm only posting these to today because tomorrow I'm posting a lot of shorts. More than usual. Review!