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THIRD EXTRA ENJOY!
Extra Three: False Advertising
"This is in the bag, CC," he assured her confidently, flipping out his collar and inspecting the cuffs. "My attack plan is perfect. Tease all you want when I'm swimming in my football field size pool and you're magicking pizza into nothing."
CC laughed, slipping a hand into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. "Whatever you say, Nancy," she returned airily, heading up to the counter—a cashier boy who was obviously ogling them with the reckless abandon and courage that teenage hormones gave you.
She paused in front of the counter for only three seconds, looking at how slack-jawed the poor boy looked, pining over something that would never (short of divine intervention) be his. Finally, a quick, short whistle brought his attention to her and he jumped, startled.
"Oh, I—uh—I'm sorry. I didn't—"
CC just smiled sweetly, winking. "It's alright, I don't mind."
The boy's eyes wandered back to Lelouch briefly, before snapping back to her.
Huh. Odd.
"Can I help you, Miss?"
"Yeah. I'm looking to buy him a present," she said, nodding her head over in Lelouch's direction. "Hot date tonight and all, and he's not completely sold on that shirt, so I think I'll just buy it for him—" with his money "—so he won't have a choice in the matter. But, you see, I'm a little short on cash, so I was wondering if I could get a tiny discount. You know, in exchange for… something else," she offered, with a shrug of her shoulders, leaning over the counter ever-so-slightly.
The boy blinked, completely unfazed by the obvious hint. "Sorry, Miss, that's against store policy."
CC frowned.
"Are you sure? I can't do anything?"
"Not a thing."
Rats.
"I see," she said, standing up straight, giving the boy a decidedly cool look. And for the next few seconds or so, CC just stood there, holding the boy's gaze. There was something strangely off about this boy, but she couldn't quite—
His eyes briefly wandered over to something over her shoulder before ultimately turning back to her again.
CC glanced over her shoulder, where Lelouch was leaning closer to the mirror, inspecting his collar more closely, allowing his behind to stick out ever so. A light bulb sparked to life in her head. Her eyebrows rose and smiled slyly.
Oh.
Well then. A change of plans was in order.
"You know, he sleeps naked," she commented offhandedly.
The boy jerked, eyes snapping back onto her, a blush forming high in his cheeks. "I—what?"
CC nodded. "It's true. Something about liking the feeling of sheets on his skin. All of his skin."
Roy G. Biv with a capital R.
"Th-that's—"
"I could give you some pictures if you cut me that deal."
"But I—that's—store policy—"
"Store policy can't tell you how to get into his pants. Trust me when I say they're tight pants you want to get into. And his pants are very tight."
"Isn't he…" the boy swallowed, "Going on a date with you?"
"Me? Gosh no. It's with a man. But they're not together," she added after catching the look on the boy's face. "Not yet anyway. And may never be if you cut me that deal. As a bonus, I can tell you the way to his heart."
Blue eyes widened like saucers.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
"I can get you twenty percent."
CC scoffed. "What kind of friend do you think I am? Selling out my good friend for some cheap—"
"Thirty!"
"—it's downright rude of you to—"
"Okay, okay! Half."
"—I would ever accept such a—"
"I'll pay for it!"
"Deal."
The boy sighed, shoulders slumping.
CC just grinned. "Pleasure doing business with you!"
And after giving the boy a single, simple instruction, CC turned on her heel and walked away back to Lelouch.
"Come on, Nancy, I need you dressed down properly for your date tonight. You should be thanking me; I got this stuff for free. Pooh on your discount."
"What? But how, I—"
CC wrapped her arms around his waist, purring into his ear, pressing up against his back. " 'Doesn't he look so hot in that tight black shirt? He wants it so much. It's a crime not to just let him have it, don't you think? And those jeans. When he looks so fine with them on, imagine what he'd look lie with them o—' "
"CC, you didn't—!"
Cue look of horror.
Poor Lelouch looked back and forth between her and the cashier boy before his eyes widened in pure, unadulterated horror.
"CC, you—!"
"Oh, but I did," she answered smoothly, leaving the store before someone died.
Comment:
I know what you're saying, "When is the next chapter coming out?" When I'm done writing all of it. Might be a while.
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