DLM Fic: Morning Coffee, Roxy/Daisy
Title: Morning Coffee
Author: starberry_slash (VanessatheMagnificent on P&P)
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: Roxy/Daisy. Pre-Slash.
Archiving: P&P please!
Summary: Roxy tries to relax before she starts her day but Daisy decides to interrupt her calm.
Rating: R (for Roxy’s mouth :D)
Notes: Beta’ed by RL friend so please let me know if there are any fandom-specific mistakes!
Morning Coffee
A cup of coffee is Roxy’s lifeline. The crème, sugar, and steamy black goodness take over her blood, sweat, and tears. Early morning was Roxy’s favorite time of day, no Rube or his gang of fuck-up misfits. She could sit back and let the anger of the coming day rise away like so much steam…
“My, my, look who we have here.” So much for the moment. Roxy let out a defeated sigh as a slender shadow covered her table.
“What the hell are you doing here this early, Daisy?” Roxy asked as she checked her watch. 6:20 a.m. Oh fuck no. Roxy could have patience, but no one should have to deal with Daisy Adair at 6 something in the morning. Not even George.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep in that pigsty you call a house?”
“Oh Roxy, you know what they say-the early bird gets the worm.” Daisy said, scooting Roxy over on her side of the booth, oblivious to the look of loathing coming her way. Daisy, as casual as ever, reached over to take a sip from Roxy’s coffee, making a face.
“I always thought you took your coffee straight-none of the fancy crap.”
“I always thought you didn’t give a fuck.”
“Such harsh language this early in the morning,” Daisy reprimanded. “So un-becoming of a lady.”
“Look woman-what do you want?”
“Can’t I sit here? After all, this is our meeting place.”
“Cut the crap. You already know your reap and you know that Rube and the girl had to go and reap those extreme jumpers at the crack of dawn. And Mason’s…”
“Lying face down in a street drain?” Daisy demurely suggested.
“Most likely.” Roxy gave the blonde reaper a small smile.
“Sorry to ruin such a fascinating summary, but what is your point?”
“It’s the same as before, god-damnit! Why in the hell are you here?” Roxy demanded. Ignoring the woman next to her, Daisy scanned the diner for a familiar face. She raised her hand to usher the server over to the table.
“Kiffany! How nice to see you.” Daisy greeted.
“I wish I could say the same.” Kiffany snapped. She grabbed the black-handled coffee pot from the next table, refreshing Roxy’s cup and earning a nod of thanks from the officer.
“Always the charmer I see. The usual, if you please, and for the love of God-try to keep lard out of everything.” Daisy smiled, giving the server a wink.
“Will do.” Kiffany added, sarcastically.
“Thanks.”
“You are just as bad as Mason,” Roxy noted, taking a bite out of her buttered toast. “And you are rude as hell.”
“I beg your pardon?”
There was a hint of laughter in Roxy’s eyes. “You heard me well enough. You are just like Mason.”
“How dare you,” Daisy flushed in theatrical anger. Roxy rolled her eyes, ignoring Daisy and focusing on her wonder drug. “Of all the people we know you chose Mason?!”
“It’s like they say, we choose who we emulate.”
“You must emulate a cow with those table manners.” Daisy argued. Kiffany re-appeared, with Daisy’s food in hand. She sat the plate down with a small toss, sending syrup splattering all over the table (and Daisy’s “new” pea coat).
“Here ya go,” Kiffany offered, with a smile plastered across her face.
“That will be all.” Daisy glared.
“Call me if you need anything else.”
“Will do, Kiffany.” Roxy said, raising her mug to the server with a wink. She turned to the agitated blonde, smiling. “Eat up.”
“That was not funny, Roxy.”
“Was to me. Think of it as karmic revenge for asking too many damn questions. What gives you the god-damn right to judge how I choose to enjoy my meal?”
“Besides the fact that I sit next to your oh so lady-like ass everyday?” Daisy countered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You think I am on my best behavior when I’m with you motherfuckers? I save the best, for the best.” Roxy took a controlled sip of her coffee.
“Those imaginary dates you keep hemorrhaging on about?”
“Ah, shows what you know.”
“Does it now?”
“I go out plenty for the kinds of bullshit I have to put up with.”
“And so do I,” Daisy said, unconvinced.
“Daisy, I’m talking dates. You’re talking blowjobs.” Roxy gave Daisy a genuine smile as Daisy glowed a healthy rose.
“Now that was uncalled for.”
“True-” Roxy interrupted.
“But still uncalled for.” Daisy smirked, unconvincingly. “I think you have such awful personal behaviors because you haven’t been treated like a lady.”
“Oh? And when would that be?”
“On a date,” Daisy offered. Roxy scoffed the idea. Picking up her cooling mug, she drained the last of her coffee-down to the last drop. She would need the extra caffeine.
“Are you offering me a date?” Roxy asked, taking a final bite of her eggs. Daisy looked her straight in the eye, over the brim of her coffee cup.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh c’mon Roxy! It’ll be fun. We can go to the mall, get you an updated look, and take in a romantic dinner.”
“Romantic for whom?” Roxy asked, raising her left eyebrow. Daisy let out a hefty sigh, slumping back in her seat. She knew Roxy would take this too seriously.
“Look Roxy, you don’t have to go-” Daisy started. Roxy raised her hand, interrupting the blonde.
“Save it. You offered, I’m accepting.” Roxy said, looking in her notebook for a little post-it. “I have a reap at seven.”
“I remembered.” Daisy mock-pouted.
“So I’ll meet you in Lancaster mall at eight p.m.?” Roxy asked, sighing. Daisy shot her a wink.
“It’s a date.”
“Good.” Roxy said. Daisy grabbed the napkin to her left, wiping her mouth. She dropped her napkin on her half-full plate.
“Well that was edible.”
“You ate it.”
“I know. It was an accomplishment.” Daisy pulled a few bills from her coat, tossing out enough to cover her food.
“Cheap-ass.”
“What?” Daisy asked. “She provided poor customer service.”
“You pissed her off with your ‘demands’, smart-ass.”
“The customer’s always right.” Daisy argued. Roxy rolled her eyes. She took a glance at her watch, six-forty a.m.
“Time to go. Those bastards don’t wait for anything.” Roxy said as Rube and Mason entered the Der Waffle House.
“Don’t forget.”
“Huh.” Roxy huffed. “Like you would let me.”
“Never.” Daisy said. She sent a small smile to the older woman as Roxy made her way out of the booth. Mason and Rube watched the exchange, flopping down on the opposite side of Daisy when Roxy left.
“Planning a girl’s night out?” Rube interrogated. Daisy finished her coffee, unrushed.
“Nothing that concerns the likes of you two. Now if you will excuse me, I have a reap to attend to.” Daisy stood and walked away, the air of practiced elegance and grace surrounding her.
“What the fuck was that about?” Mason asked.
“Son, in life there are times that women, in their infinite wisdom, choose to leave us in the dark instead of sharing the light of their knowledge.”
“Yeah, ok. Women are crazy and that-” Mason said, gesturing to the empty seat before him. “Just proved that.”
“You got it.” Rube complimented, catching the eye of Kiffany with a smile, ready to order.
End.
Author: starberry_slash (VanessatheMagnificent on P&P)
Fandom: Dead Like Me
Pairing: Roxy/Daisy. Pre-Slash.
Archiving: P&P please!
Summary: Roxy tries to relax before she starts her day but Daisy decides to interrupt her calm.
Rating: R (for Roxy’s mouth :D)
Notes: Beta’ed by RL friend so please let me know if there are any fandom-specific mistakes!
Morning Coffee
A cup of coffee is Roxy’s lifeline. The crème, sugar, and steamy black goodness take over her blood, sweat, and tears. Early morning was Roxy’s favorite time of day, no Rube or his gang of fuck-up misfits. She could sit back and let the anger of the coming day rise away like so much steam…
“My, my, look who we have here.” So much for the moment. Roxy let out a defeated sigh as a slender shadow covered her table.
“What the hell are you doing here this early, Daisy?” Roxy asked as she checked her watch. 6:20 a.m. Oh fuck no. Roxy could have patience, but no one should have to deal with Daisy Adair at 6 something in the morning. Not even George.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep in that pigsty you call a house?”
“Oh Roxy, you know what they say-the early bird gets the worm.” Daisy said, scooting Roxy over on her side of the booth, oblivious to the look of loathing coming her way. Daisy, as casual as ever, reached over to take a sip from Roxy’s coffee, making a face.
“I always thought you took your coffee straight-none of the fancy crap.”
“I always thought you didn’t give a fuck.”
“Such harsh language this early in the morning,” Daisy reprimanded. “So un-becoming of a lady.”
“Look woman-what do you want?”
“Can’t I sit here? After all, this is our meeting place.”
“Cut the crap. You already know your reap and you know that Rube and the girl had to go and reap those extreme jumpers at the crack of dawn. And Mason’s…”
“Lying face down in a street drain?” Daisy demurely suggested.
“Most likely.” Roxy gave the blonde reaper a small smile.
“Sorry to ruin such a fascinating summary, but what is your point?”
“It’s the same as before, god-damnit! Why in the hell are you here?” Roxy demanded. Ignoring the woman next to her, Daisy scanned the diner for a familiar face. She raised her hand to usher the server over to the table.
“Kiffany! How nice to see you.” Daisy greeted.
“I wish I could say the same.” Kiffany snapped. She grabbed the black-handled coffee pot from the next table, refreshing Roxy’s cup and earning a nod of thanks from the officer.
“Always the charmer I see. The usual, if you please, and for the love of God-try to keep lard out of everything.” Daisy smiled, giving the server a wink.
“Will do.” Kiffany added, sarcastically.
“Thanks.”
“You are just as bad as Mason,” Roxy noted, taking a bite out of her buttered toast. “And you are rude as hell.”
“I beg your pardon?”
There was a hint of laughter in Roxy’s eyes. “You heard me well enough. You are just like Mason.”
“How dare you,” Daisy flushed in theatrical anger. Roxy rolled her eyes, ignoring Daisy and focusing on her wonder drug. “Of all the people we know you chose Mason?!”
“It’s like they say, we choose who we emulate.”
“You must emulate a cow with those table manners.” Daisy argued. Kiffany re-appeared, with Daisy’s food in hand. She sat the plate down with a small toss, sending syrup splattering all over the table (and Daisy’s “new” pea coat).
“Here ya go,” Kiffany offered, with a smile plastered across her face.
“That will be all.” Daisy glared.
“Call me if you need anything else.”
“Will do, Kiffany.” Roxy said, raising her mug to the server with a wink. She turned to the agitated blonde, smiling. “Eat up.”
“That was not funny, Roxy.”
“Was to me. Think of it as karmic revenge for asking too many damn questions. What gives you the god-damn right to judge how I choose to enjoy my meal?”
“Besides the fact that I sit next to your oh so lady-like ass everyday?” Daisy countered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You think I am on my best behavior when I’m with you motherfuckers? I save the best, for the best.” Roxy took a controlled sip of her coffee.
“Those imaginary dates you keep hemorrhaging on about?”
“Ah, shows what you know.”
“Does it now?”
“I go out plenty for the kinds of bullshit I have to put up with.”
“And so do I,” Daisy said, unconvinced.
“Daisy, I’m talking dates. You’re talking blowjobs.” Roxy gave Daisy a genuine smile as Daisy glowed a healthy rose.
“Now that was uncalled for.”
“True-” Roxy interrupted.
“But still uncalled for.” Daisy smirked, unconvincingly. “I think you have such awful personal behaviors because you haven’t been treated like a lady.”
“Oh? And when would that be?”
“On a date,” Daisy offered. Roxy scoffed the idea. Picking up her cooling mug, she drained the last of her coffee-down to the last drop. She would need the extra caffeine.
“Are you offering me a date?” Roxy asked, taking a final bite of her eggs. Daisy looked her straight in the eye, over the brim of her coffee cup.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh c’mon Roxy! It’ll be fun. We can go to the mall, get you an updated look, and take in a romantic dinner.”
“Romantic for whom?” Roxy asked, raising her left eyebrow. Daisy let out a hefty sigh, slumping back in her seat. She knew Roxy would take this too seriously.
“Look Roxy, you don’t have to go-” Daisy started. Roxy raised her hand, interrupting the blonde.
“Save it. You offered, I’m accepting.” Roxy said, looking in her notebook for a little post-it. “I have a reap at seven.”
“I remembered.” Daisy mock-pouted.
“So I’ll meet you in Lancaster mall at eight p.m.?” Roxy asked, sighing. Daisy shot her a wink.
“It’s a date.”
“Good.” Roxy said. Daisy grabbed the napkin to her left, wiping her mouth. She dropped her napkin on her half-full plate.
“Well that was edible.”
“You ate it.”
“I know. It was an accomplishment.” Daisy pulled a few bills from her coat, tossing out enough to cover her food.
“Cheap-ass.”
“What?” Daisy asked. “She provided poor customer service.”
“You pissed her off with your ‘demands’, smart-ass.”
“The customer’s always right.” Daisy argued. Roxy rolled her eyes. She took a glance at her watch, six-forty a.m.
“Time to go. Those bastards don’t wait for anything.” Roxy said as Rube and Mason entered the Der Waffle House.
“Don’t forget.”
“Huh.” Roxy huffed. “Like you would let me.”
“Never.” Daisy said. She sent a small smile to the older woman as Roxy made her way out of the booth. Mason and Rube watched the exchange, flopping down on the opposite side of Daisy when Roxy left.
“Planning a girl’s night out?” Rube interrogated. Daisy finished her coffee, unrushed.
“Nothing that concerns the likes of you two. Now if you will excuse me, I have a reap to attend to.” Daisy stood and walked away, the air of practiced elegance and grace surrounding her.
“What the fuck was that about?” Mason asked.
“Son, in life there are times that women, in their infinite wisdom, choose to leave us in the dark instead of sharing the light of their knowledge.”
“Yeah, ok. Women are crazy and that-” Mason said, gesturing to the empty seat before him. “Just proved that.”
“You got it.” Rube complimented, catching the eye of Kiffany with a smile, ready to order.
End.