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Toronto, Thursday Evening, Fandom Time
Shit shit shit shit shit, Sparkle was in so much shit. Like, so much. Lewis had dragged him into his office by the arm, and Lewis never manhanled anybody, and then, to make matters worse, Lew had left him to stand there while he sat himself down at his desk and let Sparkle stew for a while.
It... was not difficult for Sparkle to guess what Lewis was pissed off about, mind.
"And I told you, Sparks," Lew began, abruptly. "I said, if you fight Dave again I'm reportin' ya to your parole officer, just watch, watch me do it."
That strangled sound Sparkle made as his eyes went wide was the sound of him trying not to have a heart attack.
"You broke his tooth, you asshole."
"But he was wearing my socks, Lewis," Sparkle protested, knowing it was a weak excuse, but having nothing else to cling to. "My yellow ones--"
"I don't give a shit what he was doin' Sparks you know the rules! No contact of any kind are ya stupid? Huh?"
Sparkle just stood there, his heart in his throat and his breath stolen completely away as Lewis furiously threw himself back into doing forms.
"All of you are so goddamned stupid sometimes!"
Oooh, Lew was pissed. Which... meant it was a terrible time for Raine to come peering into the room.
"Um... Mr. Chance? I've got this fantastic idea; An Open House!" Oh, Raine. No, no baby girl. Sparkle gave her a pained look. There'd be no getting through to Lewis right now. Not while he was seething like this. "Maybe this isn't a good time, but you know what I mean? For the neighbours? To show them we're not so bad. Like we could all bake, and Sparkle could play flute," it was a tin pennywhistle, Raine, "and Dave is really good at guitar," the rotten fucking sock thief. "Charlene likes to sing, I could show them around in my best Branksome Hall English?"
There was a moment of silence as Raine realized that Lewis was completely ignoring her, and then she turned to look helplessly at Sparkle.
Fuck, Sparkle hated awkward silence.
"Oh my god," he said, watching Lewis light a cigarette. Raine looked thankful for the interruption to the whole wall of nothing. "He's smoking again. I don't believe my eyes Lewis, honey, I thought you were trying to quit. Put that out immediately." He made a grab for the cigarette, which Lewis yanked out of his reach. "IMMED-JUT-LY!"
"Leave me alone," Lewis growled. "And shut up. You are on waivers."
"Export A!" Sparkle wasn't about to let up now. Any topic that wasn't the house and how hard Raine was trying to reason with a brick wall was the best possible topic at the moment, fuck all the shit this was going to get him in. "Sweet Jesus in Paradise! Next he's going to get a shag haircut and take up roofing!"
"And like," Raine needed to take a moment to come up with something to contribute, "move to Barrie!"
"And hang out at Coffee Time," Sparkle added.
"And wear cowboy boots with heels-"
"-Spend welfare day at the Bingo with his five-hundred-pound girlfriend!"
Once again, it was Raine starting the gigglefit. Good. Good. Mission accomplished. Fuck Lew (ignoring as much as Sparkle wanted to fuck Lew), Raine was priority, now.
Both of the teens were so absorbed in their fit of giggles, they didn't notice the way the shuffling of papers in Lewis' hands got more and more agitated, seemed to take on a life of its own. At least, not until he started yelling.
"Listen to me you fucking losers! Get outta my hair I mean it get outta my hair! Can't you see I'm busy?! Are you blind?! Can't you see I'm all by myself on the firing line here? Facing a whole fucking army!?" He had gotten up from his desk, advancing on the pair as they backed toward the door. He helped them along by shoving them through it. "LOOK AT ME I'M BLEEDING TO DEATH!"
And then the door slammed in their faces, leaving Sparkle and Raine staring at one another.
...
Sparkle pulled in a breath to calm his nerves, and then pulled out his own smokes and offered her the pack.
That went well.
[OOC: More canon, naturally. Getting there, getting there... Open for phone calls or texts or whatever!]
It... was not difficult for Sparkle to guess what Lewis was pissed off about, mind.
"And I told you, Sparks," Lew began, abruptly. "I said, if you fight Dave again I'm reportin' ya to your parole officer, just watch, watch me do it."
That strangled sound Sparkle made as his eyes went wide was the sound of him trying not to have a heart attack.
"You broke his tooth, you asshole."
"But he was wearing my socks, Lewis," Sparkle protested, knowing it was a weak excuse, but having nothing else to cling to. "My yellow ones--"
"I don't give a shit what he was doin' Sparks you know the rules! No contact of any kind are ya stupid? Huh?"
Sparkle just stood there, his heart in his throat and his breath stolen completely away as Lewis furiously threw himself back into doing forms.
"All of you are so goddamned stupid sometimes!"
Oooh, Lew was pissed. Which... meant it was a terrible time for Raine to come peering into the room.
"Um... Mr. Chance? I've got this fantastic idea; An Open House!" Oh, Raine. No, no baby girl. Sparkle gave her a pained look. There'd be no getting through to Lewis right now. Not while he was seething like this. "Maybe this isn't a good time, but you know what I mean? For the neighbours? To show them we're not so bad. Like we could all bake, and Sparkle could play flute," it was a tin pennywhistle, Raine, "and Dave is really good at guitar," the rotten fucking sock thief. "Charlene likes to sing, I could show them around in my best Branksome Hall English?"
There was a moment of silence as Raine realized that Lewis was completely ignoring her, and then she turned to look helplessly at Sparkle.
Fuck, Sparkle hated awkward silence.
"Oh my god," he said, watching Lewis light a cigarette. Raine looked thankful for the interruption to the whole wall of nothing. "He's smoking again. I don't believe my eyes Lewis, honey, I thought you were trying to quit. Put that out immediately." He made a grab for the cigarette, which Lewis yanked out of his reach. "IMMED-JUT-LY!"
"Leave me alone," Lewis growled. "And shut up. You are on waivers."
"Export A!" Sparkle wasn't about to let up now. Any topic that wasn't the house and how hard Raine was trying to reason with a brick wall was the best possible topic at the moment, fuck all the shit this was going to get him in. "Sweet Jesus in Paradise! Next he's going to get a shag haircut and take up roofing!"
"And like," Raine needed to take a moment to come up with something to contribute, "move to Barrie!"
"And hang out at Coffee Time," Sparkle added.
"And wear cowboy boots with heels-"
"-Spend welfare day at the Bingo with his five-hundred-pound girlfriend!"
Once again, it was Raine starting the gigglefit. Good. Good. Mission accomplished. Fuck Lew (ignoring as much as Sparkle wanted to fuck Lew), Raine was priority, now.
Both of the teens were so absorbed in their fit of giggles, they didn't notice the way the shuffling of papers in Lewis' hands got more and more agitated, seemed to take on a life of its own. At least, not until he started yelling.
"Listen to me you fucking losers! Get outta my hair I mean it get outta my hair! Can't you see I'm busy?! Are you blind?! Can't you see I'm all by myself on the firing line here? Facing a whole fucking army!?" He had gotten up from his desk, advancing on the pair as they backed toward the door. He helped them along by shoving them through it. "LOOK AT ME I'M BLEEDING TO DEATH!"
And then the door slammed in their faces, leaving Sparkle and Raine staring at one another.
...
Sparkle pulled in a breath to calm his nerves, and then pulled out his own smokes and offered her the pack.
That went well.
[OOC: More canon, naturally. Getting there, getting there... Open for phone calls or texts or whatever!]