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ysonesse(First appeared on Runaway Tales: Lemon Chiffon #3, Eggnog #2, Malt: 12 Days of Christmas, Extra: Pocky Chain)
Encounter #1:
“Heaven?”
The cherry redhead smirked at Jamie’s consternation. “Well, I’m going by ‘Rita’ until another name comes along. Goes really fabulous with my latest career.” She leaned back, almost fell off the barstool, then squeak-laughed. “Burlesque, or that’s what my business card says…” Heaven/”Rita” clapped her palms together. “At least if I really had business cards, you know, like in the real world, not just on some crummy laptop.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Jamie replied. He slid another Hennessey across to the young woman who just happened to be his last girlfriend’s tricky half-sister.
“Oh, and Gwen says, ‘Hi’.”
Encounter #2:
Gallon of milk…whole wheat hamburger buns…bottle of Cabernet…Allyson stopped near the bakery, tempted into a visual rendezvous with red velvet cupcakes. Then she pulled away; I can pick up some at the place on Kershaw.
Allyson got released from yoga class twenty minutes later than usual, and didn’t bother with a shower; looking pretty at night while gathering supplies was unimportant.
She looked into her shopping basket; should I get crackers, whipped cream, pumpkin pie?
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly…” came over the loudspeaker… Allyson didn’t notice the man who suddenly cut into her path.
“Brian?”
Encounter #1:
“Heaven?”
The cherry redhead smirked at Jamie’s consternation. “Well, I’m going by ‘Rita’ until another name comes along. Goes really fabulous with my latest career.” She leaned back, almost fell off the barstool, then squeak-laughed. “Burlesque, or that’s what my business card says…” Heaven/”Rita” clapped her palms together. “At least if I really had business cards, you know, like in the real world, not just on some crummy laptop.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Jamie replied. He slid another Hennessey across to the young woman who just happened to be his last girlfriend’s tricky half-sister.
“Oh, and Gwen says, ‘Hi’.”
Encounter #2:
Gallon of milk…whole wheat hamburger buns…bottle of Cabernet…Allyson stopped near the bakery, tempted into a visual rendezvous with red velvet cupcakes. Then she pulled away; I can pick up some at the place on Kershaw.
Allyson got released from yoga class twenty minutes later than usual, and didn’t bother with a shower; looking pretty at night while gathering supplies was unimportant.
She looked into her shopping basket; should I get crackers, whipped cream, pumpkin pie?
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly…” came over the loudspeaker… Allyson didn’t notice the man who suddenly cut into her path.
“Brian?”
