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Prompt 474 Cheerful - naughty_bangles - Like old days - Original work
Title: Like old days
Prompt 474 - Cheerful
Rating: PG
Word Count: 530
The silence stretched between us. I didn’t know what to say. Getting on with the subject seemed too harsh for us, too much like Joanna was nothing more than another client. She was more, a lot more than that. But to acknowledge it would lead us in a direction I would rather avoid right now. Forever, actually.
In the end, as often between us, she was the one breaking up the silence. And stomping on it ostentatiously, as it was.
“Wow, who died and spoiled all the fun?”, she asked in a cheerful voice, straightening her back suddenly, as if she had taken the decision to be happy for the both of us. And suddenly, we were back years and years ago, brainstorming our next paycheck.
“I don’t know about anyone dying, but someone having a back-up plan inside a giant fortress of poop kinda spoiled the fun of a heist, yeah”, I said, looking pointedly at her.
Joanna laughed. “Oh, come on, Mona. It will be like Chicago. We had tons of fun in Chicago, remember.”
I made a face. “I wouldn’t call that ‘fun’.” In truth, it had been a memorable, if pretty disgusting, op, and even if I hadn’t laughed right when we were covered in pig blood, the moment had pretty quickly turned into a fond memory that had us laugh during those late nights, when we liked to review all the crazy adventures we had been into. There was a chance that this particular story would turn up like the pig blood one. There was an equal chance that it would be a disaster ending with at least one of us injured - or worse.
“You say that just to annoy me”, she replied, still cheerful, always perceptive. “I know you still have fond memories about it.”
“Maybe”, I admitted reluctantly. “But we’re not in Chicago right now, so let’s concentrate on your poop heist.”
“Sir, yes, Sir!”
She didn’t get much more serious after that. I hadn’t expected her to be, anyway. Luckily for us, it never had prevented us to work before, and it didn’t now. She stayed a happy component, treating the whole thing as a trip to an amusement park, and carefully avoiding any reference to Harmony, or what exactly she was hoping to get as leverage out of the mud pile the Fecula called home. True, I didn’t really need to know in details what we were stealing to design a plan - as long as I had an idea of the size, shape, weight, and solidness, but, since I was risking my head for this, I eventually asked the question :
“So, what’s the deal with that thing anyway?”
The afternoon was slowly turning into the evening, and Joanna was dabbing at the Indian take-out we had got for lunch. It would soon be time to get something else to eat, but I wanted to have some answer before, and maybe an empty stomach and the promise of food would motivate her to talk.
She let the take-out wrapping on the table, and went closer to me, getting all confidential. It was a lot easier than what I had thought.
Prompt 474 - Cheerful
Rating: PG
Word Count: 530
The silence stretched between us. I didn’t know what to say. Getting on with the subject seemed too harsh for us, too much like Joanna was nothing more than another client. She was more, a lot more than that. But to acknowledge it would lead us in a direction I would rather avoid right now. Forever, actually.
In the end, as often between us, she was the one breaking up the silence. And stomping on it ostentatiously, as it was.
“Wow, who died and spoiled all the fun?”, she asked in a cheerful voice, straightening her back suddenly, as if she had taken the decision to be happy for the both of us. And suddenly, we were back years and years ago, brainstorming our next paycheck.
“I don’t know about anyone dying, but someone having a back-up plan inside a giant fortress of poop kinda spoiled the fun of a heist, yeah”, I said, looking pointedly at her.
Joanna laughed. “Oh, come on, Mona. It will be like Chicago. We had tons of fun in Chicago, remember.”
I made a face. “I wouldn’t call that ‘fun’.” In truth, it had been a memorable, if pretty disgusting, op, and even if I hadn’t laughed right when we were covered in pig blood, the moment had pretty quickly turned into a fond memory that had us laugh during those late nights, when we liked to review all the crazy adventures we had been into. There was a chance that this particular story would turn up like the pig blood one. There was an equal chance that it would be a disaster ending with at least one of us injured - or worse.
“You say that just to annoy me”, she replied, still cheerful, always perceptive. “I know you still have fond memories about it.”
“Maybe”, I admitted reluctantly. “But we’re not in Chicago right now, so let’s concentrate on your poop heist.”
“Sir, yes, Sir!”
She didn’t get much more serious after that. I hadn’t expected her to be, anyway. Luckily for us, it never had prevented us to work before, and it didn’t now. She stayed a happy component, treating the whole thing as a trip to an amusement park, and carefully avoiding any reference to Harmony, or what exactly she was hoping to get as leverage out of the mud pile the Fecula called home. True, I didn’t really need to know in details what we were stealing to design a plan - as long as I had an idea of the size, shape, weight, and solidness, but, since I was risking my head for this, I eventually asked the question :
“So, what’s the deal with that thing anyway?”
The afternoon was slowly turning into the evening, and Joanna was dabbing at the Indian take-out we had got for lunch. It would soon be time to get something else to eat, but I wanted to have some answer before, and maybe an empty stomach and the promise of food would motivate her to talk.
She let the take-out wrapping on the table, and went closer to me, getting all confidential. It was a lot easier than what I had thought.