*Staring
at the flashing cursor on the new GIANT computer screen that blocks the chair
across from my desk, twirling giant pen
with sunflower doohickey bobbing from the top with right hand while feeding the
last six inches of a three foot twizzler into pie hole, listens as character
shuffles around in the club chairs hidden by the big as small tv..in fact it could be a tv sized
monitor*
“So,
I need your story. Why are we here?”
*deep voices, softly
spoken, but reverberating in the room* “ Wouldn’t you rather get to know me?”
“Um…
isn’t that what I just said?”
“No”
*Sighs,
puts down pen, takes off reading glasses* “I’d like to speak to the muse” *
clearly I don’t have time for this*
* slightly irritated sigh*
“What makes you think you aren’t speaking to him
*Raises
eyebrow. Well, you know if I’d hadn’t been born with perfect facial anatomy and
had that little defect that would let me raise one brow. Whatever. Rolls
eyes and gives the “don’t give me shit
look”* “ Because I know my muse.”
*chuckles* “ Do you,
now?”
“Muse?”
*Peeks over the top of monitor and notices the muse lounging on the leather
club chair. Leather pant clad legs splayed, muscles rippling…wait muscles? Where
is his shirt? Why is he dressed like that?
Black eyes meet Brown. Muse smirks and familiar dimples flash briefly.
Frowns and forgets to bitch about him abusing her furniture. Rolls desk to the
side. I gotta keep an eye on these doors, mofo’s just prestadegitating up in
here… nawl.*
*Quirks eyebrow because
it irritates me that he can and I can’t*
“Yes, Riley?”
“Ok,
that’s creepy.” *shakes off a tiny tremor of … “uh oh, this might not go so
well”*
*flashes dimple* “Why is
that?”
“Where
were you? Why’d you leave me here with him?”
*dark eyes flash to mine
then away. What is that…anger?* Why would you think I’d left you? That I wasn’t
here? Always.
“Don’t
play, you ghosted and he was…” * wait, is he? Is that growling*
*clenches jaw and
narrows eyes* “Me, I was right here.”
“This
character was just here and…”
*shifts legs so that
feet are flat on the floor, leans forward quickly with elbows on knees, shakes
head then relaxes back with arm draped over the back of the chair, staring out
the window* “I’ve been in this chair, Riley. Watching you eat candy like a kid
at camp.” *exasperated voice*
“Ok,
that’s how we’ll play this. You’ve been in that chair, but this character was
in here somewhere and he…” * getting about sick of him cutting me off*
“NO. CHARACTER. * moves
from chair to the front of the desk in burst of what the fuck speed* Me, I’ve been right here, Riley * leans over
desk*
Me. RIGHT. HERE!
*Gulps
audibly. Squints to cover. Reaches for cigarette*
“ ok, sheesh calm down, pull your panties out”
“You know better than
that”
“ you know not to be in here without no
drawers on, nasty”
*GRINS* “like you know
me.”
“ I've known you forever.” *Blows smoke
literally and figuratively. I’m the boss here. This is my office dammit.* “ I know
you. I’m just trying to get to who this
character is. I need a name, you know this. You know that’s how I work. * two
can play this damn game, raises that eyebrow again—shut up* “Give me your name…give me… your story.”
“its not like you care”
“Stabs
out cigarette angrily*
*voice oozes seduction*
Do you, Riley? Do you really care to
know me?
*Hurt,
Looks away, pouting* “I've always cared. Why do you think I’m always chasing
you? Stroking your ego? I need you and you need me. You’re my friends and I
love you. * Not that you’re so transparent with your feelings, you fickle, Machiavellian….**inner
grumbling**
* wicked grin, annoying
as fuck stupid hell chuckle*
*shouting
pathetic wail* “JUST GIVE ME A NAME” * why am I always begging this mother
fucker!*
“ Go bake something.” * Leans hip on desk and checks nails*
*stands
abruptly to storm out* “Oh, I’mma back
you something alright, Jackass”
*Grabs my wrist and
spins me into his arms* “ What did I tell you about that.”
“KISS.
MY. …”
*smack*
“OUCH,
HEY.. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!”
*guides me to chair,
hands resting on shoulders, pushing me to sit before ghosting away. Softest whispers
follows his exit* “Cyrus”
