This one is a bit of a companion/continuation to the 18th chapter of this story, The Mediator, looking at Jacoba being a sounding board for the team.
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Prompt: "Lord, give me patience or an untraceable handgun."
Groaning seemed to be Jacoba's default reaction as of late. If she had to listen to one more person complain about some little problem they had, she was really going to either stab or shoot said someone. There were times that she really hated being the person that everyone went to when they needed to air their grievances. It was getting to be a bit frustrating.
The current person was actually one that didn't usually complain that much, at least to Jacoba. Typically, Toll would go to his "analyst" (that had been a long conversation that Jacoba did not wish to have again), but they were on vacation, so he needed someone to vent to. Which just so happened to be Jacoba.
It would have been fine if she hadn't just spent the last couple days dealing with Lee and Lacey's relationship problems, leading her to snap at Lacey about it before Gunnar had led her away. Right now, Jacoba really wouldn't be able to tell anyone what Toll was complaining about, because she was most definitely not listening. He hadn't seemed to notice as of yet, however.
Jacoba sighed, (her second default reaction nowadays, it would seem) and looked up at the ceiling, muttering, "Lord, give me patience or an untraceable handgun."
"Don't you already have a bunch of those? Because I know that Gunnar does."
"Maybe." She looked over at Toll, who was smirking at her. "You good now?"
"Yea, thanks."
"No problem." Jacoba stretched as she stood up and looked around the backroom of Tool's Tattoo Shop. "You seen the big guy recently?"
All of a sudden, Jacoba felt a strong pair of arms circle her waist, causing her to grin at Toll as she leaned back into who she knew was Gunnar. Toll just rolled his eyes as he stood as well. "I think that the two of you may be worse now than when you two were fighting all the time."
"Or you all just don't know how to deal with us in this way."
"Calm down, doll." Gunnar pressed a kiss into her shoulder before looking back up at Toll. "You done with my woman, Toll? We've got plans."
"Yeah, go ahead, I'm good."
Jacoba waved at Toll as Gunnar steered her out the door. Toll could have sworn that he heard her asking the Swede about their plans, but he just shrugged. Maybe her should find Caesar and go shoot something. That sounded like fun.
