Chapter #88Three in an Afternoon by: Seuzz   If Joe wants Gillian that badly, let him have her; it also seems best to leave your own options open. He grins when you share your decision.
You spend the next hour or so preparing a meal for your friends, and the spread is all ready when the doorbell rings. You're in the kitchen, and only hear Dane's joyful cry of "Gillian!" when the door opens.
You touch up the bowls of hummus and salad and ignore the indistinct voices from the living room. You frown when an abrupt silence falls, and return to the front of the house to find Dane tossing an unconscious Gillian onto the futon. "Well, you didn't waste any time," you say.
Dane smiles tightly. "I don't like small talk. Come on, let's get her undressed."
But you leave that task to him, and lean against the door jamb as he feverishly busies himself. Gillian is a small thing, with soft curves and lots of baby fat on her hips and thighs and tummy, and her skin dimples deeply as Dane pulls her jacket and blouse and jeans from her. Her dark hair is short but spreads out in big, soft waves over her brow and over her ears and behind her neck. Dane gasps as he pulls her bra off, and her breasts pop out. They're not enormous, but Dane cups them gently and raises them to his lips. "Mm," he says as he sucks on them.
"You're being gross," you chide him. "You gonna do it with her in the bedroom when you're done?"
"Gonna do it as her, if you'll let me."
"You just got into Dane."
"I can never play with my presents long before I wanna unwrap the next one." He grunts as he tries picking her up, but she flops heavily in place. "Little help here?"
"Will," you say, and Prescott, looking abashed and uncomfortable, helps tug her into the bedroom. You return to the kitchen and transfer the small, Mediterranean-themed banquet to the living room, where you spread it in a semi-circle on the floor. You sit and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Eventually Prescott comes back out, looking jumpy. "Quite a scene in there," he mutters, and pulls the door closed.
You hop to your feet and stalk over. "Dane! Gillian! Joe!" You bang on the door. "You can do that on your own time!"
"Just a minute!" That's Gillian calling. "I just gotta--! Stop it!" She giggles, and Dane cries out softly.
You sigh deeply, and sit cross-legged on the floor again. Prescott lingers a moment, then sits next to you. "He sure knows how to have fun, doesn't he?" he says.
You're tempted to move things along by jumping inside Joe, but it wouldn't earn you any credit. You just start to eat.
The door opens a minute later, and Gillian--dressed again, but looking hot and flushed and happy--comes out with a similarly flushed Dane trailing behind. "Oh wow, this looks delish, Andrea," she says. "Oh, hey, I didn't say 'Hi', and thanks for inviting me out."
"How are things with you and Braydon?" you ask pointedly.
"Oh, Braydon," she laughs, and snatches up a slice of pita bread and scoops some hummus into her mouth. "I left him with Christian and them over at Hugh's house. They're running a new campaign. They never learn." She snickers. "My hubby completely ruined the last one they were doing, and he'll ruin this one. One of these days Hugh's gonna punch him."
She's referring to Christian Knouse and Hugh Baylor and some of the other guys you often see playing RPG stuff. It's the crew that, it has been suggested, where you might find some golems of your own. "So are you going to break up with Braydon, now that you've got--" You glance at Dane, who's sat down next to her.
She swallows down a hunk of food and flicks a bit of oil from the side of her mouth. There's a pixie-ish gleam in her eye as she glances over at Dane. "It'd be more fun if Braydon were part of it. He likes fucking things up. Catilindria," she murmurs thoughtfully, and then busts out in a grin. "Oh, this astrological stuff is so cool!"
"Are you into astrology, Gillian?"
"Not especially. Braydon's all into black magic and stuff. Lemme have one of those," she says, and darts a hand into Dane's pocket to pull out a joint. "You know, if he'd found the Libra and gone to work with Blackwell--" She takes out a lighter and a cigarette, and fumbles indecisively between them before choosing the toke. "Well, him and Blackwell might've done some nasty stuff. Couldn't have had the fun we're having, though."
"Are you proposing Braydon for me?"
Her eyes narrow as she sucks on the joint, and huffs lightly. "Maybe for Aparijita," she says slowly. "Catilindria is a mischief-maker, just like Braydon."
"It's something I try to keep under control," you say stiffly on Andrea's behalf.
"Well, now I'm confused," she says. "Who am I talking to?"
"Will Prescott," you reply. "But I'm trying to stay true to my hostess."
"In that case, I'd say it depends on whether you want to add Christian or some of them to the crew. Braydon would be a good connection if you do. Otherwise--" She shrugs. "We're serious, him and me, but I don't mind fucking around with him if we leave him alone."
You talk a little more, but it's not long before your phone rings. You blink at the ID. "The hell is Kelsey-- Oh!" You smile tightly as you answer.
"I can't believe I'm saying this," Kelsey says, sounding slightly aggrieved. "But I'm looking for Will Prescott."
"In body or spirit?" you ask.
"Don't be a bitch, Andrea," she says. "Where is he?"
"Speaking."
"Oh. Well, as I guess you've deduced, this is--"
"Hi Chelsea."
"Hello yourself. What's going on?"
"I'm eating. It's been a busy afternoon. Why do you sound so pissed off?"
"Do I sound pissed? I'm actually in a good mood. I had a fight with Amanda-- I mean, Kelsey did, before I-- This whole thing with her and Ricky and Fred Hildown is going to explode, and I'm-- But what have you got accomplished?"
"I'm here with--"
"Lemme have that," Gillian says, and grabs the phone from you. "Kelsey? This is Gillian, and I'm here with Andrea. I just wanted to tell you that you're the biggest, snobbiest cunt I've ever had the displeasure of knowing." She grins and holds the phone away from her ear as a lot of incomprehensible shouting streams from it. "Yes, you're an even bigger bitch than Chelsea Cooper, because at least she's too dumb not to know better. By the way, does Keith have to take that broomstick out of your ass before pleasuring you anally, or is his cock small enough to slip in next to it?" Her eyes twinkle as she hands the phone back to you.
You let Kelsey's stream of counter-abuse run out before you speak. "Do you want to come over and say that to her face, Kelsey? I made up lots to eat, and the guys don't seem too hungry." The Matthias and Prescott golems have been mostly listening all during the meal.
"Who're these 'guys'?" she demands, and harrumphs when you tell her. "I just wanted to keep tabs on things, so I know who I can talk to at school tomorrow. Not that I've got anything to say to them."
"Dane and Gillian are playing for us now," you say. "And I need to go over to the Strausslers to make some reassignments." You explain your plan for transferring control of the parents to Andrea.
"Are you going to get Anita?"
"I don't think I've got time tonight."
"Well, never mind. I can get her via Kelsey."
"A mask or just a mind band?"
"Do we want both?"
"Talk to Frank. That's who she'd be for."
"Don't you want Rosalie to be good at sports?"
"I don't think she's built for it." This confession surprises you, but then you recognize it's coming from Andrea. "Not for soccer. Swimming, maybe. I think I'll put her on the swim team. From Andrea and Bethany Lewis I can outfit her for that."
"You got a copy of Bethany Lewis? For God's sake, why?"
"Chelsea, I liked you better when you were being yourself. Kelsey is--"
"Sorry, sorry. I'm just excited is all. Oh, you mean you just got a mind-band of her?"
"Yes. I could get more. Don't you think she's cute?"
"We should talk. But who else do you want to outfit Rosalie?"
"I think I've got enough. If I can get Joe out of Gillian long enough to get a mind-band of her." Gillian grabs Dane by the elbow and hauls him into the bedroom. "Do we all of us want to get together at the Strausslers to talk?"
"I've got things to do. Tomorrow, after school," Kelsey says. "Can you get Charles Hartlein for me? I've got a feeling he's been making trouble over me and Keith."
"He has, but is he someone we want long-term?"
"He's someone I want to mess up long-term. If you can do that tonight, I'd be grateful."
"You're just being excited. We'll talk tomorrow."
You hang up and brush your hair back thoughtfully. It surprises you that you've not heard from Charles yet. He usually bugs Andrea by dropping in unannounced. You glance at the clock. There's still time for him to barge in, invited or not.
But you've still got the Straussler reassignments to deal with.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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