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    Collision Course 4.50

     

     

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                Peggy reached out and gingerly touched the grimy button that would lead her to Quin’s quaint apartment.  “I wonder why on earth she chooses to live here,” muttered Peggy to herself as the elevator neared.  Reaching into her bag, removing her new silver flask, knocking it back, filled with a new concoction that Jose had mixed this morning, he appropriately called it, Twisted Sister.  She had no idea what was in it, but it did taste rather good, leaving a nice coconut after taste in her mouth. 

     

                The elevator came to a shuddering halt; Peggy exited quickly, making the sign of the cross as she did, the elevator dropping a few inches as the door closed.  “Well, I do think that I’ll be taking the stairs on my return trip,” she said to herself.  One more hefty drink from the flask and it disappeared into her roomy bag.  Moving to Quin’s door, not bothering to knock, sweeping the door open, and bellowing, “Darling, are you in here?  We have a breakfast date, and you never showed at the mansion…”

     

                Alice poked her head out of the bathroom, her dark eyes wide at the sight of Peggy at the door, stammering, “Err, hi?”

     

                “Alice?” began Peggy astonished to find a half dressed Alice in her daughter’s apartment.  Batting her eyes, Peggy cocked an eyebrow, taking the flask back out of her purse, “What do we have here?”

     

                “Oh…see… I was drunk,” started Alice, both hands moving to start telling the story of what had happened.  The towel she was wearing, however, wasn’t velcoed there, so it slipped down off Alice’s still wet from the shower form.  Grabbing the towel, feeling the hot blush on her cheeks, adjusting the towel and continuing, “So, I was drunk and Quin was gallant enough to…”

     

                “Take you home?  Here, you do have an apartment of your own, do you not, Alice?” asked Peggy with a snide smile.  She knew that Alice was rather adventurous, and having heard the word drunk, Peggy feared the worst.

     

                “Uh huh,” said Alice weakly, swallowing hard, an audible click could be heard.

     

                “Then next time, I might suggest you go there?” asked Peggy.

    Comments

    1. *Scream* LOL Please dont kill anyone else! That was a great chap. I’ve been wondering when you would post again. And now i cant wait for your next post after the cliff you just left me hangin on. What will the JadedRogue do this time? PPS

    2. Busy.busy .busy. Okay I can understand that. we all live in the real world.But dont like one of my favorite writers to be that busy to leave us without her stories. You have left us in a bad cliff hanger. The whole gang was there except Jenny. so who in the world did you kill this time. Not Bette nor Jo. Please Please Please poat sooner than later. thanks

    3. Whoa, what?!?! JM, I’ve missed this story… finding a post from you brightened what’s been a really crap-tastic day. I quite liked the banter among the group… and the end of the chapter… I have to admit, I’m scared someone’s going to die. So I’m begging the Rogue one, please, let the supernatural ones absorb any & all potentially fatal damage and keep everyone else safe. Those powers have to be good for something other than immortality, right? Needless to say, you’ve got to post soon, Janet. Thanks

    4. OH FUCK!!! What didja do NOW?!!! LOL. I’m not even gonna plead for mercy cause I know it’ll be a lost cause. Loved the camaraderie between the group. Too funny how everyone’s dirty little secrets got told at the table. Great update.

    5. Heh, you just cant help yourself, and I can just imagine you sitting there grinning at all of the comments that are asking you to not kill anyone. *sigh* how about you kill them all (little reverse psych cant hurt ;-)) oh and you speak french, help me out, why do canadians speak french? as always you write well good for words in story yes. Nice to be back into the old ways, and for the reccord im not addicted. -LB

    6. This was awesome…and I agree with KS19 please don’t kill anyone…and Tina needs to get laid before she snaps…and I don’t think Sam is the one for her.

    7. HOLY SHIT! Janet, those two words actually came out of my mouth as i read the last sentence. WOW! i just… what can i say man. Is it an earthquake??? armageddon??? i need to know woman!!!! PPS!!!!

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