all that jazz
theme 22: a favour
"Hey—"
"No."
"What?" Blinking, hurt layered into the voice. "You don't even know—"
"Oh, I'm sure I don't even want to know. The answer is still no."
Silence.
"… is this about last time?" The voice sounded rather peeved.
A heavy breath. A flicked page.
"What happened last time?"
"It… uh, involved you seducing some creepy person who was actually attracted to me?"
"Actually, no. That was before last time."
"Right… well. Okay. Could you care to remind me?"
A wince.
"…"
A sigh.
"I love it when you say nothing at all; it really explains everything."
Tick. Tock.
"Seriously! I can't remember every stunt I do! Give me a hand, here!"
Another long pause.
"… clowns."
"What?"
"I said '… clowns'."
"Clowns… ah." Realization flittered, as did shame.
"I never wish to experience that ever again."
"You won't." A fervent promise.
"I was scarred for life. Traumatized, one might say."
Another might say that the second voice was milking it for all it's worth.
"I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." The head hanging in shame could only hang for so long; and soon looked up, hopeful. "So, you'll listen to my—"
"No."