Give me your name...tell me who you are and I will tell your story.

*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”