[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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[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?"