100Moods -- Whatever Works
Title: Whatever Works
Pairing: Miss Valentine/Miss Doublefinger (Paula)
Rating: PG
Warning: Major spoilers for the Alabasta Arc and the Miss Goldenweek Mini-Arc.
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Miss Valentine was starting to work everyone’s nerves. Her haughty attitude was a turn off for most of the customers, so Paula put her to work in the kitchen. There she happily concocted dozens of delectable chocolate experiments, but when she was done she complained too much about the heat and the smells, so Paula moved her to tend the bar. That worked for a while, until the people who had a bit too much to drink started telling jokes. Jokes made her laugh, no matter how terrible. And no matter how terrible the joke might’ve been, her laughter was always worse.
“KYA ha ha ha ha!”
Mr. 5 frowned at her from the table he was bussing, muttered, “I knew we should’ve let the Marines kill her.”
“KYA ha ha ha ha!”
Miss Merry Christmas scowled after serving customers who covered their ears, grumbled, “How a-a-a-a-a-annoying, that laugh is so a-a-a-a-a-annoying! She’s being so annoying!” Lassoo whined in agreement.
“KYA ha ha ha ha!”
Paula eyed her thoughtfully, drumming her fingers against her jutted out hip. Her crimson red lips curled upwards slightly in a wicked way. She sauntered over to the bar, all of her employees-minus the laughing bartender-watching with curiosity. She folded her arms atop the bar and murmured a low, “hey, c’mere.” Valentine, quirking an eyebrow, approached her with reluctant obedience, offering an arrogant “what?” in response. Paula, eyes dark with half-lowered lids, leaned across the bar and planted a sound smooch, full against Valentine’s mouth. When she drew back slowly, Lassoo panted, Miss Merry Christmas’ jaw dropped and Mr. 5 whistled in appreciation. And Miss Valentine was completely speechless.
“I’ve always wanted to test that out,” Paula whispered to no one in particular as she strode away casually.
Miss Goldenweek looked up from her paints as Miss Valentine moved behind the bar filling glass after glass, hearing joke after joke, remaining as silent as a statue. She munched into a rice cracker and shrugged.
“Whatever works.”
Pairing: Miss Valentine/Miss Doublefinger (Paula)
Rating: PG
Warning: Major spoilers for the Alabasta Arc and the Miss Goldenweek Mini-Arc.
x-posted to
100moods
Miss Valentine was starting to work everyone’s nerves. Her haughty attitude was a turn off for most of the customers, so Paula put her to work in the kitchen. There she happily concocted dozens of delectable chocolate experiments, but when she was done she complained too much about the heat and the smells, so Paula moved her to tend the bar. That worked for a while, until the people who had a bit too much to drink started telling jokes. Jokes made her laugh, no matter how terrible. And no matter how terrible the joke might’ve been, her laughter was always worse.
“KYA ha ha ha ha!”
Mr. 5 frowned at her from the table he was bussing, muttered, “I knew we should’ve let the Marines kill her.”
“KYA ha ha ha ha!”
Miss Merry Christmas scowled after serving customers who covered their ears, grumbled, “How a-a-a-a-a-annoying, that laugh is so a-a-a-a-a-annoying! She’s being so annoying!” Lassoo whined in agreement.
“KYA ha ha ha ha!”
Paula eyed her thoughtfully, drumming her fingers against her jutted out hip. Her crimson red lips curled upwards slightly in a wicked way. She sauntered over to the bar, all of her employees-minus the laughing bartender-watching with curiosity. She folded her arms atop the bar and murmured a low, “hey, c’mere.” Valentine, quirking an eyebrow, approached her with reluctant obedience, offering an arrogant “what?” in response. Paula, eyes dark with half-lowered lids, leaned across the bar and planted a sound smooch, full against Valentine’s mouth. When she drew back slowly, Lassoo panted, Miss Merry Christmas’ jaw dropped and Mr. 5 whistled in appreciation. And Miss Valentine was completely speechless.
“I’ve always wanted to test that out,” Paula whispered to no one in particular as she strode away casually.
Miss Goldenweek looked up from her paints as Miss Valentine moved behind the bar filling glass after glass, hearing joke after joke, remaining as silent as a statue. She munched into a rice cracker and shrugged.
“Whatever works.”