[magic man] for Sassy

[magic_fratboy]

While taking to her bed, Sassy rolls over and is promptly injured by rolling on something hard, cold, pointy, and jagged enough to bruise her hip. When she digs it out, she finds a set of handcuffs with a note rolled up and stuffed in one locked shackle. The other is, quite apparently, open and the cause of her future bruise. The note reads as follows...

Sass, get your ass outta bed and stop pouting! I'm six hours away.

If you really miss me that bad? Wear these. Necklace, bracelet, somewhere visible. Cuffs are the symbol of the Fraternity, you head to Vegas and the magicians will know you as a friend. You'll be ankle-deep in children of Pandora in no time.

It's my birthday, damn it. I want a smile.

Love ya babe,
Tommy

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[no-substitution.livejournal.com]

The handcuffs hurt and she spent five minutes rubbing her hip and pouting. Stupi best friend leaving stupid bruises. But even with the pouting and the bruising, the chain was hooked around her neck, settling comfortably against her skin.

But the second it was clasped, she burrowed uner the covers and dialed his number. Driving while talking on a cell phone was unsafe but she was sure he had speaker phone.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

When he hit Barstow, Tommy stopped at a Starbucks for a caffeine hit and a chance to stretch his legs. He'd forgotten how amazing riding could be...but he also hadn't missed the sore ass, either. Still, it was good to be on the open road, and the coffee stop was a welcome respite.

He was just gathering his things to head out when his cell phone went off. Eager to get back on the road, and aware he'd told Jelly to forward any important calls to his cell if she needed him Friday afternoon, he didn't check his caller ID as he answered as generically as he could while walking out the door with his laptop bag slung over his shoulder and a coffee cup in hand.

"Good afternoon, Tommy Karras..."

[no-substitution.livejournal.com]

"You could have mortally wounded me, you jerkface," she said by way of a greeting, not bothering with the pleasantries. "I am going to be bruised! You bruised me. You're a bruiser! First you leave me and then you bruise me. Gosh, Tommy Karras."

A simple hello? So overdone.

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

He should have known. He really should've known...

Rolling his eyes with a grin, Tommy walked out to his bike, laughing. "Then get your ass outta bed and back into the world, sister!" he chuckled. "If you're under the covers pouting, I got no sympathy for you. It's my birthday, what're you doin' by trying to make me feel bad for going home?"

[no-substitution.livejournal.com]

"I can't help it, okay? I just used to you being around and Searchlight felt a little more like home and now you're all the way over NOT HERE and I miss you," she mumbled as she scrambled out from underneath them and settled cross legged on top of the bed. Maybe she'd work on that zen she so desperately needed.

"What if I'm pouting on top of the covers? Would you have sympathy then?

[magic-fratboy.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a drop." he replied with deliberate slowness as he reached his bike and set his coffee on the seat, strapping his laptop bag to the back. "I'd have more for you if you got out of bed and did something instead of sulk. C'mon, Sass...I'm six hours away, I can come any weekend I want! Maybe I'll even bring Zee next time. You two been talkin', right? You like her?"