April 2015

Dare!

Please don’t get a sexy one, please don’t get a sexy one, he mentally pleads. There were some things he just wasn’t prepared to do, even for a dare.

Say what you find the most attractive about the person that asked you the dare.

    “Uhhhm… Okay, that— really could have been worse.” He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a heavy breath of relief. At least it doesn’t say sexually attractive; he probably would have taken a gun to his own head.
    “Alright, uh, you…” He looks Angel over, scratching the back of his head. This was his daughter for chrissake, how the hell was he supposed to know what to say—-?

    “Well, you’ve got my genes, so that’s a start, and I’m goddamned amazing so, can’t go wrong there! Uh, lets see,” He knew he shouldn’t have made this little stunt public— “You’re eyes! You’ve got my eyes. So yeah, uh, very pretty.” He was going to murder his secretary.

S.O.S. Send Gummi Bears.

“Angel—- how many times do I have to tell you that this line is for emergencies only? Snack food doesn’t count!!”

S.O.S. Send Gummi Bears.

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“Angel—- how many times do I have to tell you that this line is for emergencies only? Snack food doesn’t count!!”

“It is an emergency. I’m hungry.”

     “How hungry are we talkin’ here? Like ‘skag that hasn’t seen food for a week’ hungry?” He sighs.
     “Alright, I’ll bring you some gummy bears. But that’s all the sugar you’re getting for the rest of the week, understood?” His tone is stern, and he leaves the ‘no exceptions’ hanging on the static of his ECHO communicator.

     “Also let me know if Mr. Breakfast is skipping out on you, baby. I’d bring it to you myself, but well—- y’know how it is.”

"Slurred Words"

     “My– my baby girl.” Jack props an elbow on his desk and rests his forehead on his open palm. “My baby, my sweetheart– my angel.” 

     “I love her more than—– ‘d do anything for her.“ He covers his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose with a finger and thumb.
     “I’ll make a fuckin’ paradise for her; doesn’t matter how many people need to die.” And– oh, how many already had.

     “Just you watch me.”