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Title: Granted
Rating: G
Summary: A Chaos Mage & a Vengeance Demon walk into a bar and it's no joke. I'll let you all fill in the vengeance.
Disclaimer: I’m not making money off characters I don’t own.
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"Who's that man down the end of the bar?" Jo's newest customer played with a brown ringlet coyly and confided, "I just love men with British accents."
It was like watching a fire-eater. Jo was both appalled and impressed. She had never met anyone, over the age of four, who could actually pull off coy. "Well, you're in luck; that one says his name’s Ethan and he likes to hear himself talk."
"Hmm, just so long as he says the right words. Let him know his next drink is on me, sweetie." Fire-eater was right. Something in the woman's eyes gave her the creeps, but Jo figured that the Englishman, who had been eying her breasts for the last hour, could take care of himself.
“So, have you changed your mind, my dear?” Ethan asked.
When hell freezes over, Jo thought while keeping on her I want a tip smile. “I waited too long and somebody else has decided to snap you up.”
Coy-girl waved like a little kid when I pointed her out. Ethan strolled up to the table his admirer occupied and sat gracefully. "I'm sure I would recall meeting you before, love," he said.
"We haven't met, but we may have some friends in common." Little Ms. Coy was saying all the right words but Jo could see the body language was all wrong. Oh, she wanted something from this Ethan guy, but not what he was hoping for.
"I'm sure we do; after all, we belong to an exclusive social circle don't we?" Ethan said.
These two were really making the hair on the back of Jo’s neck prickle. She’d learned long ago not to ignore that feeling and moved to the other end of the bar, in hopes that that would be far enough away. She really wished she hadn’t overheard the last thing the woman said. It was crazy because she had sure heard a lot worse over the years. Crazy or not, the word “granted,” featured in most of her nightmares after that night.
Rating: G
Summary: A Chaos Mage & a Vengeance Demon walk into a bar and it's no joke. I'll let you all fill in the vengeance.
Disclaimer: I’m not making money off characters I don’t own.
A/N another bit of something that no longer fits into something. Thanks for the beta
janedavitt "Who's that man down the end of the bar?" Jo's newest customer played with a brown ringlet coyly and confided, "I just love men with British accents."
It was like watching a fire-eater. Jo was both appalled and impressed. She had never met anyone, over the age of four, who could actually pull off coy. "Well, you're in luck; that one says his name’s Ethan and he likes to hear himself talk."
"Hmm, just so long as he says the right words. Let him know his next drink is on me, sweetie." Fire-eater was right. Something in the woman's eyes gave her the creeps, but Jo figured that the Englishman, who had been eying her breasts for the last hour, could take care of himself.
“So, have you changed your mind, my dear?” Ethan asked.
When hell freezes over, Jo thought while keeping on her I want a tip smile. “I waited too long and somebody else has decided to snap you up.”
Coy-girl waved like a little kid when I pointed her out. Ethan strolled up to the table his admirer occupied and sat gracefully. "I'm sure I would recall meeting you before, love," he said.
"We haven't met, but we may have some friends in common." Little Ms. Coy was saying all the right words but Jo could see the body language was all wrong. Oh, she wanted something from this Ethan guy, but not what he was hoping for.
"I'm sure we do; after all, we belong to an exclusive social circle don't we?" Ethan said.
These two were really making the hair on the back of Jo’s neck prickle. She’d learned long ago not to ignore that feeling and moved to the other end of the bar, in hopes that that would be far enough away. She really wished she hadn’t overheard the last thing the woman said. It was crazy because she had sure heard a lot worse over the years. Crazy or not, the word “granted,” featured in most of her nightmares after that night.
