Post by krista on May 4, 2011 13:46:39 GMT -7
"So, babe..." Garret said, with a cheeky grin, as he offered Asp a glass of wine, "...I hear the secret is out."
Turning her gaze, her formerly green eyes shot icy daggers of blue at the street doc, she took the glass demurely by the thin handle and pointed the end of her lit cigarette at him. "You shut the fuck up."
Garret inhaled sharply, sliding into a metal patio chair. "Don't try to poison me with that venom babe, I didn't have shit to do with it."
Taking a long drag of the lit tabacco, Alma closed her eyes simmered, listening to the Seattle din from the balcony outside Garret's apartment.
Fucking christ, she had been careful, SO CAREFUL. Years she'd be dancing this god damn shadow charade and she got fucked over by some cyber bitch?
"Can't keep running forever." Garret leaned back closing his eyes. "You're a criminal, dear, plan and simple. Why don't gather up the balls you wish everyone else had and act like it?"
The tip of her heeled sandal twiched in annoyance, she fought the urge to dig it into her companion's groin. With a very unladylike snort, Asp put out the cigarette directly on the glass tabletop, twisting it with unneeded force.
"What did you say to me?"
"Get together some link minded individuals and bust the shit out of Evo's door." Garret rolled his eyes as Alma eyed him suspiciously. "I know you are far more paranoid than you'd like to admit, but babe, getting people to do stuff is what YOU do."
The corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. He always did know how to stroke her ego.
"Get the troll, the elf, whoever else you trust..." He paused and rephrased, as the glare started to return, "...as far as a professional arrangement is concerned, I mean, and do something about it."
Sipping her wine, she thought and gave a slight nod. "You got a point there."
Garret smiled softly to himself. That was about as far as Asp would ever go in admitting someone was more right than she was.
He'd take what small victories were offered to him.
Turning her gaze, her formerly green eyes shot icy daggers of blue at the street doc, she took the glass demurely by the thin handle and pointed the end of her lit cigarette at him. "You shut the fuck up."
Garret inhaled sharply, sliding into a metal patio chair. "Don't try to poison me with that venom babe, I didn't have shit to do with it."
Taking a long drag of the lit tabacco, Alma closed her eyes simmered, listening to the Seattle din from the balcony outside Garret's apartment.
Fucking christ, she had been careful, SO CAREFUL. Years she'd be dancing this god damn shadow charade and she got fucked over by some cyber bitch?
"Can't keep running forever." Garret leaned back closing his eyes. "You're a criminal, dear, plan and simple. Why don't gather up the balls you wish everyone else had and act like it?"
The tip of her heeled sandal twiched in annoyance, she fought the urge to dig it into her companion's groin. With a very unladylike snort, Asp put out the cigarette directly on the glass tabletop, twisting it with unneeded force.
"What did you say to me?"
"Get together some link minded individuals and bust the shit out of Evo's door." Garret rolled his eyes as Alma eyed him suspiciously. "I know you are far more paranoid than you'd like to admit, but babe, getting people to do stuff is what YOU do."
The corner of her mouth turned up in a smile. He always did know how to stroke her ego.
"Get the troll, the elf, whoever else you trust..." He paused and rephrased, as the glare started to return, "...as far as a professional arrangement is concerned, I mean, and do something about it."
Sipping her wine, she thought and gave a slight nod. "You got a point there."
Garret smiled softly to himself. That was about as far as Asp would ever go in admitting someone was more right than she was.
He'd take what small victories were offered to him.