The workers sat in a circle, all of them holding hands with their eyes shut. Well, at least everyone but Courtney and Heather. "This is nuts. I refuse to participate." Heather said, matter-a-factly. Courtney nodded, "For once Heather's talking sense. I agree." The both crossed their arms for emphasis. Bridgette rolled her eyes. "Fine, your loss. The spirits always take the non-believers first, anyways." She said, smoothly. Bridgette sent out a wicked grin. The two girls tentatively held on to their partner's hands.
"Good now, Izzy what's next?" Bridgette asked, satisfied. Izzy was sitting to her left and Geoff to her right. "Now, we must give a sacrifice." Izzy cried, breaking the chain and pointing to Courtney, who gasped. "What? A sacrifice? Me?" She sputtered. Instantly Duncan grinned, and Courtney saw. She turned towards him and scowled. "Don't start with me, Duncan." She snapped. Leshawna stepped in, "Izzy, girl, don't you think you're going little over board?" She asked, slowly.
Izzy turned to Leshawna, "No, it's the proper procedure." She said, an annoyed tone to her voice. "Look, all I'm saying is that we can't go kill Courtney. No matter how irritating she may be." Leshawna added under her breath. On the other side of the table Courtney grunted her displeasure. Izzy shrugged. "Whatever, if you don't want to follow the steps, you don't want to follow the steps." Courtney sighed. "Thank you." "Next we must chant the mystical chant." Izzy explained. Owen sat beside her and woot-ed again.
" 'The mystical chant?' " Ezekiel asked, dumbfounded. That was the first thing he said, since this 'contact the spirits' fiasco began. "O.M.G, Look Sadie, he talks." Katie exclaimed out of nowhere. The two burst into giggles and Ezekiel's face turned grim. "Shh!" Izzy scolded, which made them laugh harder. Their giggles were nothing, though, compared to the non-stop drops outside the window. It seems Chris had been right, it was now 4 o'clock and the sky was beginning to darken, yet it was still raining hard.
"This is stupid. I'm out of here, Lindsay, c'mon." Heather pouted, standing up and walking out of the room. Lindsay sighed and followed her, shutting the door. The group was silent as they listened to Heath and Lindsay's footsteps. Then, suddenly, they stopped. Izzy cackled evilly. "See, they've been taken away by the malicious souls of the dead." She said, trying to spook everyone. "Oh, look. A quarter." Lindsay's voice said. Izzy's face went red. "Lindsay, c'mon. Just leave the quarter." Heather snapped. Through no one could see them, they imagined Lindsay bending down to pick it up.
" 'A quarter saved is a quarter earned'.. or something like that." Lindsay said, happily. Heather sighed and stomped off. She didn't go far because seconds later a small thud was heard when she sat at her desk. Lindsay sat next to her and sighed. Izzy grunted. "Uh.. well. That's good luck that they're okay. I mean, you know." She said, talking above their voices. Courtney blew some hair out of her face and stood up. "Well, if they can leave, I can too." She walked towards the door and when she reached it, gave it a hard push.
It wouldn't move, she turned the knob to the right. Nothing. Left, nothing. Courtney jumped up and down trying to jiggle to lock free. "Okay. The door's locked." She said, throwing her hands up in surrender. Duncan took his chance to impress and jumped up. "Leave it to me, my queen." He said, walking over. "I'm not your queen." Courtney muttered, quietly. And even quieter-"I'm your, princess," though no one heard. Duncan twisted the knob and the door easily slid open. He winked, and Courtney grit her teeth. She whispered a 'Thanks' and marched out, Duncan gave Geoff and Dj an enthusiastic smile. Then he ran after her.
The leftover workers glanced over to Geoff, the man-in-charge. He shrugged meekly at them. "Uh.. Now we should.. now.. um.." He stalled. Bridgette smirked stood up out of her chair. "Now, I think we should... play a game." She looked down to Geoff, who gave a grateful grin. "What do you guys wanna play?" She asked them. Bridgette scanned the room. To her left was Leshawna, she looked bored but trying hard to pay attention. Across from Leshawna was Harold who kept looking at her every ten seconds.
Gwen sat beside Leshawna, and she was in her own little world with Trent. The two started talking together when Heather left the room with Lindsay. Bridgette's expression softened, but she kept looking around. After Gwen and Trent came Noah and Tyler. They was asleep in their chairs, snoring away. Bridgette rolled her eyes. Then Izzy was sitting down looking upset at the lack of excitement for talking to the dead. Owen was happily talking to her, trying to cheer her up.
Cody was out of his seat, doing push-ups in front of Beth who was grinning so hard her face turned red. Cody's face read, this-is-easy, but his arms said another. He was shaking, Bridgette stifled a giggle, and continued on. Justin was still sitting, his face was weirded-out. Of course, Katie and Sadie were taking turns gazing into his eyes, who wouldn't be freaked out. Eva and Ezekiel, they were having an arm wrestling competition. Eva was winning by a long shot. Last by not least were Dj and Geoff, Dj talking to his shirt and Geoff looking up at her.
Bridgette sighed. "Never-mind." She smiled and boldly rested her head on Geoff's shoulder. He was taken back, but a good taken back. Bridgette yawned. "I'm beat." The room was foggy, whether it was Beth's perfume or the relaxing candles, Bridgette became drowsy. She yawned again, and checked her watch. 4:20. She'd never in her life been so tired at four twenty. The sky was dark, but the rain had let up. It was still lightening and thundering but the rain was light. The room became a blur. Bridgette closed her eyes..
She fell asleep...
"Wake up!" Chris screamed, pleasantly into his microphone. Everyone groaned from their sleeping spots. Courtney didn't even stir. Duncan and she fell asleep next to each other. Their hands were inches apart, as if they were holding hands. "Hey, princess." Duncan whispered quietly. Courtney scowled, "Go, away." She turned on her side. Chris approached her, he put the microphone inches from her ear. "I said up." He yelled. Courtney flinched, and turned to Chris with a death look. He slowly walked away, "Uh.. sorry. Never-mind."
"Hey, lovebirds." Chris said, regaining his composure and walking toward Gwen and Trent in the break-room. "Get up. You're free to go. Vamoose. Leave. The storm stopped." He said, putting his microphone on the table. The final workers began to move around. Dj jumped up and looked around worriedly. "What's wrong?" Bridgette said, standing up stretching, Geoff nodding his same curiosity from her side. "Unnybay isway onegay." His muttered in piglatin, flipping over a random chair. "Excuse me?" Geoff questioned.
"Bunny's gone." Bridgette said, sternly turning to him. Geoff still looked confused. "Bunny?.. Oh, the bunny. You're bun-" He started, his face brightening. "Shh." Dj said, stopping him. "I'm gonna go look for him." He said heading out to his desk, looking under papers. Bridgette followed Dj, "I'll go with him." Geoff looked around the room. 'Uh.. I'll help, too... Wait up." He said, running after them.
Bridgette tapped Dj on the shoulder. He was bending to look under his desk. Dj looked up to her. "Yea.." Bridgette pointed to the open door leading to the stairwell. "Is it possible Bunny ran out the door?" She said, slowly. Dj's worried face increased. "Oh man." He said, full-steem-ahead for the door. Dj bolted out, "Bunny!!" Geoff watched him go, Geoff scratched his head. "I guess we should follow him.." Bridgette nodded, the two didn't move... then. "C'mon." Bridgette said with a smile.
The employee's shuffled out the door and to their cars for a late ride home. The sky was a beautiful mix of green, pink and blue. The sun was rising and many the the workers planned on going home and crashing on the bed. But they had work in six hours. The office was cleared except for Harold and Leshawna. Leshawna was picking up her papers, getting ready to go. Harold was simply sanding there, staring at her. Leshawna stood up, and looked from the door to Harold, awkwardly.
"So, I guess it's just you and me.." Harold said, not taking his eyes off her. Leshawna rolled her eyes. "Try again next time, boy." She muttered, walking out the door. Harold followed her out, "Don't worry, I will."
A/N: I love Harold/Leshawna, don't worry folks she'll warm up to him... in time. I'm not so confident in this chappie as I was the others, but what ever. I'm tired, and really want to post this so, yea. I hope you liked it, and I have awesome plans for next chapter it includes Bunny and Heather's evil-ness for Trent. Well, I thought I'd give you that foretaste. Oh, and for those of you guys who are wondering 'What are they supposed to be wearing for their job?" (like I was) think proper work attire. Yea, Duncan's in a tie. L.O.L