Post by Rose on Jul 5, 2006 15:01:38 GMT -5
This is a sneak peek at my upcoming fic.... ^^ The basic plot? I'm not telling. I'm just going to tease all of you with a few tidbits and scamper off to finish it. All I'm gonna tell you is... they don't know where Boss is.
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"This is impossible," Rose muttered, pacing the kitchen with her arms around her own waist and voice furrowed in worry.
"Hey, maybe it's not that bad." Bailey piped in, her voice quiet and shy. "Maybe he's just running late."
Greasy, sitting off in the back of the room, leaning way back in a chair and reclining both feet on the table as he filed his nails, said, "Or maybe he was shot to death and is rotting out on the streets somewhere, mija."
Rose gritted her teeth, "Don't call me that, Greaseball." she glanced up at the clock, feeling her hear poundng behind her breastbone. Two hours, why is he two hours late? "Bailey," she said suddenly, in a commanding voice. Her meek and pitiful friend was there quickly, at attention.
"Yes?"
"Do what you must. Call around, look for him. It doesn't take two hours to file paperwork."
Bailey nodded and headed for the next room, copper hair flowing behind her.
"And while you're at it, get me a wine cooler. Gracias." Zeus said sullenly, tossing the nail file at his girlfriend. It bounced off her left shoulder and hit the floor. She sighed and kept walking. She really was very pretty; it was a shame Greasy treated her the way he did.
Now alone besides Greasy, Rose sat down. She ran two hands through her auburn hair, and whispered, "What if he never comes home?"
Greasy only looked up at her, "Talking to me?"
"I'm not talking to anyone, prick." Rose hissed, and swivelled around in her chair to face the bay window. She could feel him behind her. God. "Go. Away. Greaseball."
She felt him sit behind her. Another sexual advance at a time like this? Wow, he really was a total moron. She sighed. "What do you want? Please.. just leave me alone. I'm in no mood to kick your ass today."
Zeus grinned. "I'll not have you being kicking my ass today, mija."
She ignored him, now putting her head in her hands. She couldn't help it anymore; the tears flowed freely now, all of her frusturations and guilt coming now through her eyes and dripping onto the mahogany table. Greasy looked down, slightly alarmed. She'd never shown any emotion besides brute, hard-core cast-iron bitchiness until now.
"Look," he said softly. "Okay... we'll find him, alright? We'll find him and he'll be okay. It's probably nothing."
She lifted her head out of hers palms: "What?"
"I said it'll be okay, mija. I promise." he used a dark claw to push her hair from her face. She looked at him now, eyes full of questions. A weak smile now.
"Thank you, Zeus." she said softly, in a rare moment of actually NOT hating him. "Please leave me now."
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"This is impossible," Rose muttered, pacing the kitchen with her arms around her own waist and voice furrowed in worry.
"Hey, maybe it's not that bad." Bailey piped in, her voice quiet and shy. "Maybe he's just running late."
Greasy, sitting off in the back of the room, leaning way back in a chair and reclining both feet on the table as he filed his nails, said, "Or maybe he was shot to death and is rotting out on the streets somewhere, mija."
Rose gritted her teeth, "Don't call me that, Greaseball." she glanced up at the clock, feeling her hear poundng behind her breastbone. Two hours, why is he two hours late? "Bailey," she said suddenly, in a commanding voice. Her meek and pitiful friend was there quickly, at attention.
"Yes?"
"Do what you must. Call around, look for him. It doesn't take two hours to file paperwork."
Bailey nodded and headed for the next room, copper hair flowing behind her.
"And while you're at it, get me a wine cooler. Gracias." Zeus said sullenly, tossing the nail file at his girlfriend. It bounced off her left shoulder and hit the floor. She sighed and kept walking. She really was very pretty; it was a shame Greasy treated her the way he did.
Now alone besides Greasy, Rose sat down. She ran two hands through her auburn hair, and whispered, "What if he never comes home?"
Greasy only looked up at her, "Talking to me?"
"I'm not talking to anyone, prick." Rose hissed, and swivelled around in her chair to face the bay window. She could feel him behind her. God. "Go. Away. Greaseball."
She felt him sit behind her. Another sexual advance at a time like this? Wow, he really was a total moron. She sighed. "What do you want? Please.. just leave me alone. I'm in no mood to kick your ass today."
Zeus grinned. "I'll not have you being kicking my ass today, mija."
She ignored him, now putting her head in her hands. She couldn't help it anymore; the tears flowed freely now, all of her frusturations and guilt coming now through her eyes and dripping onto the mahogany table. Greasy looked down, slightly alarmed. She'd never shown any emotion besides brute, hard-core cast-iron bitchiness until now.
"Look," he said softly. "Okay... we'll find him, alright? We'll find him and he'll be okay. It's probably nothing."
She lifted her head out of hers palms: "What?"
"I said it'll be okay, mija. I promise." he used a dark claw to push her hair from her face. She looked at him now, eyes full of questions. A weak smile now.
"Thank you, Zeus." she said softly, in a rare moment of actually NOT hating him. "Please leave me now."
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