she's got a body like an hourglass [it's ticking like a clock]
Oh the weekend. When the fevered week wound down to relaxation and boredom. Which, for Ruby, was everyday. She considered it serious back pay for all that time spent in oh... Hell.
This week (which was really a month because she was too lazy to leave) she was in Chicago, the windy city. Even the windy city could not compare to all the hot air she ( Read more... )
This week (which was really a month because she was too lazy to leave) she was in Chicago, the windy city. Even the windy city could not compare to all the hot air she ( Read more... )
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It was one of the few things that still gave him a bit of childish delight inside. Not that he'd ever acknowledge it -- he barely even smiled anymore -- but still. Pie. Pie was good. Pie was happy and freeing, and he was especially in favor of cherry. Or maybe he'd have apple today. He didn't care so much about the price, just the --
Mmmm. Pie.
Pie also would have made the shitastic day he was having so far disappear for just a little while in a way that alcohol never could. Not that he ever tried it with alcohol -- he'd never had a drink in his life -- but pie seemed to be an equivalent substitute. He was standing outside the window of the dessert shop, looking through the window, oblivious to the wind and cold around him. His long coat flapped slightly in the wind, and the hilt of his sword was poking out the top of his coat, but he was oblivious to everything else. All he could see was pie.
Maybe he would go with cherry today.
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When she'd had enough, she pressed her elbow into someone's kidney and the disgrunted and pained exclamation of 'BITCH!' was met with an icy glare from the hungry demon.
"Bite me, jackass," she told the large pedestrian boredly.
Was pie too much to ask for? Clearly.
The glare was follwed by a well placed heel into his instep and when his 'bitch' was followed by a stream of four letter words (seven or so that were just dirty) she shoved him aside and finally reached the door. If he was a demon, she would have just killed him, but all the people around would have made that difficult and there would be casualties and for now she was glad he was just a shmuck and nothing more as she pulled the door ( ... )
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And he did not mean that in a sexist, or even a masochistic kind of way. That was more Christopher's alley, not so much his. He just meant it in the sense that people seriously underestimated women. In both dimensions. So watching a guy get a well deserved ass kicking from a small blond girl who knew what she wanted and wasn't going to let anything get in her way? That was his idea of a good time.
Was probably why he fell for Senna.
Well, let's not think about that.
Making his way into the store, he fell in line behind said blond, keeping his hands in his pockets and just watching the menu above her head, still trying to make a decision on what kind of pie he was going to opt for.
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The cashier gave her a smile, which she ignored. "You got it, once slice of cherry pie, comin' up," the cashier said, not noticing the fact that the friendly demeanor was lost on her latest customer.
"No," Ruby said flatly. "I want the whole pie."
The cashier nodded again. "Oooh, to go."
Annnnnnd, there was Ruby's memorable glare. "No. For here. I want the whole pie. For here, not to go. For the table in the corner by the window with the least amount of draft. Okay? Great."
Giving the cashier a bright, and obviously fake smile, Ruby pointed to the table she'd mentioned and handed the girl the money before making her way back to the table. So maybe she was rude, but she had a short fuse and the gum and the pedestrian and the lack of small fortunes in Ruby's favor (how ironic) merely made it shorter.
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