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 Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 11:10 am
Routine was good. Routine was nice.
Sasha had just finished preparing the doctor's afternoon tea. She had gotten pretty apt at hurrying it back to his office before it stopped steaming, and she'd even scrounged up a few lemons - not for flavor, just for decoration.
It looked so pretty, that bright happy splash of yellow on the plate next to the teacup.
She was moving down the hallway of the life labs at a quick clip, eyes on the cup just to make sure nary a drop spilled over the brim.
In the zone.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 11:31 am
Rep was one of life's predators, sometimes some things were like a small furry creature to a cat, irresistible and completely mandatory to react to. Visiting Rin tended to put him in a fairly good mood and he was barely even thinking as he made his way through the life labs, his thoughts somewhere else entirely. Or at least, they were until he heard the faint rattle of a cup on a tray.
He looked up and instincts harking back to every bully who ever ruined some unfortunate soul's lunch swung into play. He was the tiger.
Stealthily waiting for the distracted Sasha to come nearer his heart hammered as he waited for the exactly right moment.
And then he stuck out a foot.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 11:41 am
Hello, gravity.
Sasha felt like she was moving in slow motion; she could feel her foot catch on something, could feel herself slipping. She could feel the hot water wash over her arm - not scalding, but hot enough - while the majority of it went down the front of her dress.
Goodbye, tea.
The cup and plate tumbled to the floor where they landed with a crash, the lemon skidding across the ground like a little sunny smile. With a loud, expressive grunt, she caught herself on the palms of her hands and her knees.
It took her a moment to figure out what, exactly, had happened.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 11:45 am
Rep looked on with an expression about as close as he ever got to starry eyed. It was glorious, even the lemon making its valiant escape.
Sometimes you just had a perfect moment.
He savoured it for a few moments, the tea-soaked scent of misery heavy on the air.
And then he cracked the ******** up laughing.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:15 pm
At first, she was afraid. She was petrified. The cup and the plate were both broken, the lemon wedge grinning at her from across the hall. Her arm stung from the water, and her dress was wet with tea. What had she even tripped on?!
It was shaping up to be the worst day ever.
"No, no, no," she whimpered, scrambling to her feet.
And then she heard the laughter.
A strange stillness came over Sasha before she slowly, slowly turned around.
"You."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:20 pm
He managed somehow to stop laughing like a hyena as Sasha got to her feet, dripping tea. A lesser man might have felt sorry for her at her somewhat pitiful string of nos. To Rep it was just the icing on a very delightful and completely unrepentant cake.
As she turned to face him he gave her the most s**t eating grin. Yes. Him. Wasn't he <******** amazing?
"Aye. Me."
Come at me bro.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:27 pm
She must have been wrong in her assumptions that a sweet, tender romance between Rep and Harrison would have quelled any and all frickface tendencies the men had.
She must have been very wrong. Rep was still a frickin' fricker frickface.
"Do you ... do you have any idea what you've done?"
She lifted a foot petulantly before sending the heel of it crashing back down, shattering a hapless piece of plate.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:33 pm
It was like watching a labrador puppy throw a tantrum, adorable but ultimately ineffectual.
"Well. Let me see. I just tripped you on your ******** face. There's that. Got you all covered in ******** tea. There's that. I even launched your lemon. I've done a lot of things, and aye, I'm aware of them. Aye, I intended them. And no, I don't regret a ******** thing."
He looked momentarily thoughtful as if stricken by a crisis of conscience. "No, no wait. I regret that I can't ******** do it again."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:41 pm
Well.
"That wasn't .. you frickin' .. that wasn't my tea, Rep, okay?"
She could feel her face growing hot with rage. Sasha took a few stomps forward, fists clenched.
She paused.
"Frickin' .. fricker."
Sasha clenched her jaw. How long was it going to take her to clean this mess up and prepare another cup of tea?
She spun on her heel.
"Now I have to clean this up. You should help." She knew he wouldn't.
Jerk.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:48 pm
"Well clearly its not your ******** tea any more. It's gone all airborne and s**t." he took on a slightly more serious look, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her clenched fists. The gesture was subtle but definite. What you gonna' do b***h? He mentally hissed.
Another smirk as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "I should help. But I'm not ******** going to. I'm going to stand here and ******** gloat because this s**t is hilarious."
"The amazing Sasha, she makes tea, she drops tea, she scrubs tea off the floor!" he looked as if an interesting thought occurred to him.
"That's almost everything that a woman is ******** good for. Congratulations, you'll make someone a satisfactory wife one day."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 1:01 pm
"Of course you aren't going to ... to help. You're just a.. a.. well. Forget it."
She ignored him for the time being.
Kneeling, Sasha picked up all the splintered pieces of glass. Once that was finished, she retrieved the lemon.
Turned back to Rep.
"I didn't drop the frickin' tea, Rep. You tripped me, and now I have to make more. I just hope I don't get in trouble."
Not that he'd care if she did. She couldn't believed she'd actually been happy for him when she found out about Harrison.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 1:10 pm
"I'm just a magnificent slice of man" he obligingly finished her sentence for her.
He stood and watched her clean up the glass with a smug and delighted little look. This is where all women belonged. On their ******** knees.
"You still ******** dropped it numbnuts. You could have done some sort of I dunno, break dance recovery or some s**t. Or watched where your big fat ******** feet were going. This is your fault. I just helped it along right?"
He raised a brow slightly "So who the ******** you in trouble with princess?"
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 1:17 pm
"The doctor."
She scowled.
"And my feet," she cocked one back, properly pissed off, "are not big or fat!"
Sasha kicked Rep in the shin.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 1:20 pm
Rep's mind initially went to Dr Who. It was just a sad fact of the matter that this was the case.
"The Doctor?"
He repeated. Before slowly but surely the iceberg of reason sunk the titanic of fantasy.
"Oh right. You mean H?!" ******** in the middle of his explosion of internal panic he got kicked in the shin. "******** hell b***h, don't wave those things around." he snarled as he rubbed his shin, still trying to process what he'd just been told. "They are like ******** kayaks, you'll cripple me for life!"
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 1:34 pm
"Of course I mean the doctor, you frickface. Doctor? Head of the Life Division? Brown hair? Blue eyes? Scar?"
Her voice lowered.
"My boss?"
She was getting more and more furious with each moment that passed.
"You know, that doctor?"
Sasha shifted the glass in her hands. "This is his tea. Was his tea. I was on my way to take it to him. Since Clarice is gone, I've been assigned her um." She narrowed her eyes.
"Less-technical duties."
This was serious. This was making up for past transgressions. This was about pride.
"And you fricked it up."
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