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fates_jaye((As Jaye's a couple states away, this has to be locked and NFB. Unless the pirate has really good ears. More to come throughout the weekend, hopefully.))
"You sang," Mahandra says in disbelief. "In public."
"Willingly," Jaye adds with a wince, flopping down onto her bed.
"Had someone slipped you a roofie or something?"
Jaye makes a face at the ceiling. "No. I got talked into it by the green guy," she says, not adding the wax lion over there told me to. "And I didn't get alcohol until afterwards, but you didn't hear that from me."
Mahandra nods. "Still, you sang."
"I sang."
"What did you sing?"
"I'm not telling you," Jaye insists. "But whatever it was, it wasn't as bad as Mandy."
Mahandra's eyebrows shoot up. "Mandy like... a person?"
"Mandy like Manilow."
"Oh my God."
Jaye reaches over to pull the digital camera off of the table, handing it over. "Delete it and I kill you dead."
"Wouldn't dream of it." As Mahandra watches, her hand comes up in front of her mouth, then her eyes squint shut, and then she's giggling loudly. "Tell me he was drunk."
"No, but I'm pretty sure Parker had something to do with it, which explains a lot," Jaye says, taking back the camera.
"Sell that footage."
After hearing Angela's warnings, Jaye winces a little. She even considers deleting it. But only for a second. "I think this'll stay in the private collection."
Mahandra shook her head at her, still wiping at the corners of her eyes. "Private? It's like I don't even know you anymore."
"I forgot to tell you the part where I started turning tricks and learned magic," Jaye tells her.
"Tell me you're kidding."
"I am. But they're both entirely possible. I think," she says. "I'm not so sure about the magic part."
Mahandra sighs. "Leave it to your parents to ship you off to the most confused school in the States. With people walking around in werewolf costumes..."
"I don't think that was a costume," Jaye corrects. "Though I don't think he's one of our werewolves. I don't know if we still have werewolves, actually." Pause. "Kidding, of course."
From its place on her desk, the lion says very simply, "Break the ice."
Unthinkingly, Jaye throws a pillow at her desk, knocking the lion to the floor.
*****
Once upon a time, Jaye didn't hate inanimate objects. It wasn't so much inanimate objects themselves as they were inanimate animals that weren't really inanimate. Now, however, when she saw her dad's friend's eight-year-old daughter with her stuffed rabbit, she could only glare at it.
Halfway through dinner, right when Aaron is boring the table with some study he had read about in his blah blah blah no one really cares, Jaye hears it.
"Break the ice."
She reaches for Sharon's glass of wine, set next to her plate. "Hey, I don't believe I've seen your ID," Sharon says, snatching it back mid-drink so some of it splashed onto the tablecloth.
"Now, girls," Karen says, "we're happy today, remember?"
"Sorry, thought it was mine," Jaye lies.
"Don't think I don't remember your lush in training stories," Sharon says, just a little loudly.
From the head of the table, Darren perks up. "Sorry?"
"So a TV crew filmed Sharon at Parents' Weekend," Jaye pipes up. "Did she tell you that?"
Sharon's eyes go wide, and she shakes her head. "It was nothing."
"Television?" Karen asks. "You didn't mention it."
The damn bunny continues to look innocent.
"They wanted to know if her daughter went to Fandom High," Jaye says, and Mahandra and Aaron both seem to start coughing at the same time. Mahandra almost chokes on the water she drinks to hide the giggle/cough.
There's a pause, and Darren looks very serious when he asks Sharon, "Is there something we don't know, honey?"
Jaye thinks her work here is done.
"You sang," Mahandra says in disbelief. "In public."
"Willingly," Jaye adds with a wince, flopping down onto her bed.
"Had someone slipped you a roofie or something?"
Jaye makes a face at the ceiling. "No. I got talked into it by the green guy," she says, not adding the wax lion over there told me to. "And I didn't get alcohol until afterwards, but you didn't hear that from me."
Mahandra nods. "Still, you sang."
"I sang."
"What did you sing?"
"I'm not telling you," Jaye insists. "But whatever it was, it wasn't as bad as Mandy."
Mahandra's eyebrows shoot up. "Mandy like... a person?"
"Mandy like Manilow."
"Oh my God."
Jaye reaches over to pull the digital camera off of the table, handing it over. "Delete it and I kill you dead."
"Wouldn't dream of it." As Mahandra watches, her hand comes up in front of her mouth, then her eyes squint shut, and then she's giggling loudly. "Tell me he was drunk."
"No, but I'm pretty sure Parker had something to do with it, which explains a lot," Jaye says, taking back the camera.
"Sell that footage."
After hearing Angela's warnings, Jaye winces a little. She even considers deleting it. But only for a second. "I think this'll stay in the private collection."
Mahandra shook her head at her, still wiping at the corners of her eyes. "Private? It's like I don't even know you anymore."
"I forgot to tell you the part where I started turning tricks and learned magic," Jaye tells her.
"Tell me you're kidding."
"I am. But they're both entirely possible. I think," she says. "I'm not so sure about the magic part."
Mahandra sighs. "Leave it to your parents to ship you off to the most confused school in the States. With people walking around in werewolf costumes..."
"I don't think that was a costume," Jaye corrects. "Though I don't think he's one of our werewolves. I don't know if we still have werewolves, actually." Pause. "Kidding, of course."
From its place on her desk, the lion says very simply, "Break the ice."
Unthinkingly, Jaye throws a pillow at her desk, knocking the lion to the floor.
*****
Once upon a time, Jaye didn't hate inanimate objects. It wasn't so much inanimate objects themselves as they were inanimate animals that weren't really inanimate. Now, however, when she saw her dad's friend's eight-year-old daughter with her stuffed rabbit, she could only glare at it.
Halfway through dinner, right when Aaron is boring the table with some study he had read about in his blah blah blah no one really cares, Jaye hears it.
"Break the ice."
She reaches for Sharon's glass of wine, set next to her plate. "Hey, I don't believe I've seen your ID," Sharon says, snatching it back mid-drink so some of it splashed onto the tablecloth.
"Now, girls," Karen says, "we're happy today, remember?"
"Sorry, thought it was mine," Jaye lies.
"Don't think I don't remember your lush in training stories," Sharon says, just a little loudly.
From the head of the table, Darren perks up. "Sorry?"
"So a TV crew filmed Sharon at Parents' Weekend," Jaye pipes up. "Did she tell you that?"
Sharon's eyes go wide, and she shakes her head. "It was nothing."
"Television?" Karen asks. "You didn't mention it."
The damn bunny continues to look innocent.
"They wanted to know if her daughter went to Fandom High," Jaye says, and Mahandra and Aaron both seem to start coughing at the same time. Mahandra almost chokes on the water she drinks to hide the giggle/cough.
There's a pause, and Darren looks very serious when he asks Sharon, "Is there something we don't know, honey?"
Jaye thinks her work here is done.
