Clyde's(M)
She keeps looking at her phone.
She's going to get shot the amount of looking at her phone she's been doing but she really wants to know how her little message went over.
Because it could go either way.
The entire sorority including Veronica thought Dick was in love with her so she thought she'd show him a little love.
After all his bedroom window had been open all night.
Half the sorority had watched him pace across the room while waiting for popcorn.
Honestly she felt a little bad about the whole thing. There was being a tease and then there was being a bitch.
She was pretty sure she was standing pretty firmly in bitch territory.
She'd shoot a couple of people and then maybe deal with these weird guilty feelings.
She finds Jeremy in the physics departments parking lot. She sets up her shot between a couple of cars. He's talking to Weevil about something or other.
She waits it out until she has a clear shot of something that's going to be a fair shot.
She shoots and watches as Weevil instinctively hits the pavement while Jeremy looks around for the sound sending her pain filled bullet right into his chest.
He catches sight of her and smiles...
What?
That's a new reaction to being shot in the chest.
He pulls his envelope out of his back pocket and holds it out for her.
Trap?
Its a full on Admiral Akbar trap, just screams of it.
She walks quickly through the cars, weaving more than necessary and snatches his envelope out of his hand in a drive by, the smack and splatter of paintballs against cars follows her out of the parking lot.
It appears that the pi's have decided to play smart. Too bad there so out of their depth.
She doesn't stop until she gets to her car.
Sliding in and locking it she pulls the picture out of the envelope and swears.
She smashes her hands into her steering wheel for good measure. The blast of horn sends a group of seagulls up angrily into the air.
She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials Veronica, looking at the back of her new target.
"Why Miss Oakley, what a lovely surprise." Veronica answers in a slow southern drawl.
"Rich guys and shit that's none of her business." She answers grumpily.
"What?"
"It's what it says on the back of your picture."
"Oh no."
"Yeah." She stuffs the picture back into the envelope and tosses it onto the dashboard.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to shoot you Veronica."
"If you want to win Mac..."
"You'll live to at least see this afternoon. Promise. I'll talk to you later."
She needs to blow off steam and this game had been such a great outlet but it was gone now unless she wanted the full burden of saving Dana from the pi's.
Her phone goes off when she's parking at Clyde's gun range.
It's a message from Dick.
She wonders what today's brand of flirting will take the shape of.
Where are you? I need to talk to you.
Talk? Not he needs to feel her skin, or be inside her or hear the sounds of her moaning in his ear?
If he'd said anything else she's certain she would have yanked his chain for a while.
Clyde's.
She gets out of the car and walks into the gun range. Clyde is sitting at the counter, the big nameless mangy brown and yellow cat laying in its usual spot right on top of the gun safety pamphlets.
"Hi Clyde." She smiles nervously as the large man looks up from a manual.
"Mac? Haven't seen you in ages."
She pulls her membership out of her wallet but Clyde doesn't even glance at it. Apparently Cassidy paid her club dues for a very long time. In fact the expire date on the card said Life.
"How's you're dad?" He asks going back to the manual.
The summer after everything, her father had taken her to the range a few times, he'd done to high school with Clyde she couldn't pay for anything around here.
"He's good, Ryan keeps begging him to bring him, you'll probably see a lot of them in the fall after Ryan's birthday." Clyde nods but he's not really paying attention. She snatches the manual out of his hands.
He's trying to set up a computer.
She rolls her eyes and walks around the counter.
"You don't have to do that Mac..."
"Course I don't and you didn't have to find those vegan snacks to put in the vending machine. Just get me all the wires."
She's updating the software when Dick shows up.
"Dick? It's not thursday?" Clyde looks at the desk calendar to confirm his suspicions.
"Is a girl here?"
Dick sounds odd and Clyde looks directly at her, she's sitting just outside the office, just out of view. Dick goes on, the silence long enough to tell him he needs to elaborate. Like she isn't the only girl who shows up here.
"Bout this tall, super pretty..." he pauses, "got this really sarcastic mouth, crack shot..."She can hear him take this long breath, "used to come in with Cassidy..." his voice sounded weird.
She gets up and takes a few steps, lets Dick see her behind the counter.
"What are you doing behind the counter?" he asks putting his hand down on the counter for the nameless cat to sniff before he runs his hand along the cats dirty fur.
"Clyde was having computer trouble."
"I was doing perfectly fine."
He tells her firmly as she moves from behind the counter and starts down the hall to the range, dick following close behind.
"He was reading the manual in french, he had no idea what he was doing." She tells him.
"Mac."
"Uh huh." she doesn't stop until his hand grabs her arm and forces her to.
He pulls her to a stop, pressing her back against the wall forcing her to look up at him.
"Mac..."
"What is it?"
His mouth opens and he looks like he wants to tell her something, something big and important.
"The coffee was amazing." he finishes resting his head against the wall above her, trapping her against the wall, his body is everywhere and she wants to touch him and it makes her angry that she isn't going to have her way with him.
She looses.
She knows that she'll be holding onto Veronica's target until she comes for her.
"That's the thing you wanted to talk about? Coffee?"
His hand moves to her neck, he's going to kiss her.
She turns away from him and pushing him lightly continues her way to the range stopping to pull her gun from the lock up before she stands at the weird cubical putting her gun together.
"Cass used to hold it the same way..." Dick's voice is oddly thick behind her. She knows she holds her gun like Cassidy.
He showed her how, and no matter how much her father had moved her hands they always fell back into the same wrong position.
"I know." she puts her ear muffs on and hands a set to Dick and sets up her target.
She blows through two boxes of ammo before she sets the gun down and turns to find out if he's even still there.
Dick is leaning against the wall, he pulls the ear muffs down so they hang around his neck.
"God you're hot. Has anyone ever told you that before?"
Yes but she's not sure this is the right time to bring up his brother.
He had looked at her the same way when they were here last. She remembers the taste of his mouth and his skin and the feel of his hands on her but she also remembers all those things with Dick.
Dick moves to her and his mouth is on hers and she expects it to be rough and a little painful and full need, just like how the younger had kissed her, like she'd set him on fire.
He's not kissing her like that.
His mouth is soft and sweet and his hands are gentle.
Maybe the girls are right.
Maybe he does love her, the important question now is how the hell does she feel about him?
His mouth parts from hers barely, his breath coming in puffs against her and it's almost the same as the closet except there's no audience here and apparently no rush.
"It was really good coffee."
"I'm sorry about not visiting you last night."
"Really? Are you really sorry?"
She shrugs, "a little bit." he laughs a little and she notices now how tired he looks. He leans back away from her, resting against the wall watching her.
"So you going to make it up to me?" he asks and the darkness that she's used to is back in his voice. She puts her hands on his belt, dealing with this version of Dick is so much easier than the one that might actually care about her.
"I could think of a couple of ways to make it up to you..." she smirks taking a special kind of joy in the way Dick's breathing picks up. She pulls him by the belt to the far end of the range, into the booth that the security camera's don't quiet make it to before she drops to her knees.
"Thank you god." Dick whispers and she's fairly certain she wasn't supposed to hear that.
Smirking she slides him out of his pants, he's already hard. She looks up at him and is surprised to see him watching her. She runs her tongue up the length of him, expecting his eyes to close but they don't, there locked on, staring at her as his fingers grip the edge of the booth and the counter, his chest moving a little harder.
She's given all of three blow jobs in her entire sexual career and none of which had involved this level of eye contact.
It makes her nervous but he doesn't seem to be judging her.
His hands don't go to her head or tangle into her hair like she expects, his hands stay with their death grip on the booth, his hips bucking up into her.
When he comes he says her name and he finally breaks eye contact, pressing into her mouth as far as possible. When he's finally done she licks him clean before standing up.
Dick does his pants up and kisses her, there's an urgency in it this time and she wonders if he can taste himself.
He starts toward the door.
"Where are you going?" she asks confused.
"I have a game to win." he tells her, his tone breathless.
She doesn't want Dana to fall into the hands of Chip but she kind of really wants Dick to win.