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Everything and Nothing: 6.) Just as Sweet
“Right. So you were a really fat, really butch diva, and finally the Moldavian King-”
“Edgar.”
“King Edgar the fourteenth, of Moldavia. Right. So King Edgar said ‘*****, you’re making me crazy, all up in here demanding hot chocolate with marshmallows, insisting on having a double shot first thing in the morning and all these fancy embroidered gowns.’”
She actually giggles. Well, a very deep laugh. A chuckle. That would almost be a giggle if it were in a higher register. I start the car and back out.
“Actually, Darah, it was the unicorns I insisted on.”
“Right. Unicorns.”
“Yeah. So, Ed was a tired old queen, so after the chemistry set incident he banished me to the stables.”
“Where you promply went through all the livery wenches.”
“I thought a wench was a waitress.”
“Whatever. I’m just guessing you got a lot of ***** in the stable.” I back out of the parking space.
“Well, yeah,” she says, as if it’s obvious.
“Right. So I’m guessing after you fucked your last… stable…chick, you said ‘***** this, I’m going to L.A.’”
“Right.”
“Right. Lots of ***** in L.A. So out you came, riding out of Moldavia on your trusty pink unicorn-”
“Sparky.”
“-Sparky.”
“That is correct.” She nods, so damn cute. I can’t stop laughing.
I pull up to the gate and fumble for my parking pass. I can’t find it, and I’m laughing so hard that the woman in the booth is staring at me. *****. She must think we’re high, because Shane is laughing too.
Finally I find my pass on the center console and I hand it to her. She scans it boredly and hands it back. I glance over at Shane, reach for my ID, and accidentally grab one of the three-inch orange nails of the lot attendant. “Sorry,” I say, promptly letting go, dropping my card. Shane is laughing so hard she’s doubled up in the passenger seat, hand over her face, just shaking with it.
“Shut up Sparky,” I say to her, the minute my window is rolled up. She laughs quietly all the way to my place.
I let us in, drop my purse by the door, and take off my scrub top. She follows me upstairs. I’m aware that she’s looking at my naked flesh.
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(42 votes, average: 3.29 out of 5)
The laugh-in-car scene was hilarious! This story is so down to earth, I just..love it. And yeah, fuck radar. Need more of this fic soon!
GREAT update. Loved it. Need more.
Is it bad of me that I imagine Carmen instead of Darah?That way 5 stars!