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xp_logsShort and sweet. Domino interrupts this email exchange between Amanda and Manuel to insist on less stressful activities. Like mini-bar raiding and outrageous stories of the Pack's exploits.
Domino came through the adjoining door between her room and Amanda's - she'd set that up very deliberately, after seeing the state her little sister was in - and frowned at the sight of Amanda hunched over her laptop, looking unhappy. "Okay, what the hell are you doing?" she demanded cheerfully, coming over and sprawling on the bed. "Do I need to take that thing away from you?"
"'S Manny," she replied, unconsciously rubbing at her temples - she was feeling the first twinges of a headache. "Somethin's wrong, he's bein' all stiff an' formal an'... de la Rocha-ish." She looked up at Domino, worry mixing just a bit with irritation. "Maybe I shouldn't be here."
"Oh, for the love of..." Domino sprang up off the bed, stalking over to the desk and shutting the laptop down. "Manny can go fuck himself," she scolded Amanda. "If he can't cope with you being away for a few days, kiddo, he needs to learn."
Amanda started at the sudden movement, and for a fraction of a second the air around her shimmered faintly blue before she got a hold of the shielding spell again. "I know," she said unhappily. "It's just he sounds like somethin' happened with that thing with Ms Frost, an' he's got no-one else t' talk to except Lee..." In the face of Domino's expression, she sighed again. "'S almost like it happens on purpose. I start havin' a good time, so somethin' happens t' spoil it."
"Newflash, sweetie. The world doesn't like people having a good time, so it does its best to spoil it at every opportunity." Domino put the laptop on the nighttable and sat back down on the bed. "You take it personally and it'll drive you nuts."
Amanda got up and joined Domino on the bed, flopping bonelessly backwards. "Too late," she said with a face. "Think I'm already mental."
Domino grinned down at her. "Bullshit. You're just a little frayed around the edges. Hence the vacation." She reached out and poked Amanda in the ribs gently, eliciting a protesting yelp. "You still owe me for drooling on my shoulder all the way across the Atlantic. Here I was going to try and talk Pete into a certain club..."
"Club?" Amanda asked, rolling away from the Poking Finger of Tickling Doom. "Think the only club Pete's ever interested in are the sorts with poker games in the back room. What's yer plan?"
"Why, silly girl," Domino said with a wide-eyed look. "The mile-high club, of course."
Amanda groaned and heaved a pillow at Domino. It missed, of course. "Fuck, I _am_ out of it if I missed that one. I suck."
Domino laughed delightedly. "Ah, well. I'm sure I'll have another opportunity at some point. And besides, you should see the dress I've got for the job..."
The girl propped herself up on her elbow. "Oh? And what kind of job needs a dress, any way?" A thought crossed her mind. "Does _everyone_ have t' dress up?"
"Didn't you have fun the last time I took you shopping?" Domino asked with a mock-hurt look, then grinned evilly. "I'm really looking forward to picking something out for Sarah."
"Yer gunna need that power of yers t' survive the experience. She only does the dressin' up thing for Shinobi, an' then only once, I think." Amanda snickered a little. "You didn't answer - what sort of job is it? Pete's bein' all mysterious an' yer bein' a tease."
Domino batted her eyelashes. "We're going to be all noble and return a great cultural treasure to the museum where it belongs," she said. She hadn't planned to tell any of the kids until this evening, but what the hell. "It involves stealing it from a greedy private collector by sneaking into a very fancy party."
"Ooh, robbin' from the rich an' givin' t' the educational. Neat twist," Amanda said with a grin, sitting up a little more. This sounded interesting. "What sort of cultural treasure, exactly? An' where do I come in?"
Domino patted her knee. "We need a small amount of magical assistance," she said briskly. "And like I told you that once, you're flexible... you think unconventionally. Might as well get the opportunity to put that into practice doing something fun, no?"
"If you think I can do it..." Amanda began, and got another one of those Looks. "Sure, I'll do me best. Sounds like a lark, an' seein' Sarah in a dress'll make it worth it even more." Another thought occurred to her. "Pete's gunna be there, right? In a tux?" She gave Domino a far-too-innocent look.
Domino smiled beatifically. "In a nice tux. I brought that along, too. And no, dear, you're not allowed to know how and why I got his measurements. It's a long and fairly disturbing story.>"
"All of yer stories are," said Amanda cheerfully. She was definitely feeling better, although concern for Manuel niggled at the back of her head. And a certain resentment that a particular firecracker was going to be doing the comforting there. "Still, think Angie'll be happy with that as well. Think she had a crush on Pete for a while."
"Oh, dear," Domino drawled. "He does have that effect on impressionable young women. I was Angie's age, the first time we met." She laughed suddenly, shaking her head. "Remind me to tell you that story sometime."
"We could raid the minibar an' you tell me now?" Amanda suggested, with a mischievous look. "They filled it up again after last night."
"I'll save it," Domino decided suddenly, sliding off the bed and going over the minibar. "That's a story that needs a really special occasion. Not so much for my part in it, but for the sheer entertainment value of the testosterone poisoning involved." She snickered, pulling out some of the little bottles. "Nate, Pete, GW, and David were all getting into it that night..."
Domino came through the adjoining door between her room and Amanda's - she'd set that up very deliberately, after seeing the state her little sister was in - and frowned at the sight of Amanda hunched over her laptop, looking unhappy. "Okay, what the hell are you doing?" she demanded cheerfully, coming over and sprawling on the bed. "Do I need to take that thing away from you?"
"'S Manny," she replied, unconsciously rubbing at her temples - she was feeling the first twinges of a headache. "Somethin's wrong, he's bein' all stiff an' formal an'... de la Rocha-ish." She looked up at Domino, worry mixing just a bit with irritation. "Maybe I shouldn't be here."
"Oh, for the love of..." Domino sprang up off the bed, stalking over to the desk and shutting the laptop down. "Manny can go fuck himself," she scolded Amanda. "If he can't cope with you being away for a few days, kiddo, he needs to learn."
Amanda started at the sudden movement, and for a fraction of a second the air around her shimmered faintly blue before she got a hold of the shielding spell again. "I know," she said unhappily. "It's just he sounds like somethin' happened with that thing with Ms Frost, an' he's got no-one else t' talk to except Lee..." In the face of Domino's expression, she sighed again. "'S almost like it happens on purpose. I start havin' a good time, so somethin' happens t' spoil it."
"Newflash, sweetie. The world doesn't like people having a good time, so it does its best to spoil it at every opportunity." Domino put the laptop on the nighttable and sat back down on the bed. "You take it personally and it'll drive you nuts."
Amanda got up and joined Domino on the bed, flopping bonelessly backwards. "Too late," she said with a face. "Think I'm already mental."
Domino grinned down at her. "Bullshit. You're just a little frayed around the edges. Hence the vacation." She reached out and poked Amanda in the ribs gently, eliciting a protesting yelp. "You still owe me for drooling on my shoulder all the way across the Atlantic. Here I was going to try and talk Pete into a certain club..."
"Club?" Amanda asked, rolling away from the Poking Finger of Tickling Doom. "Think the only club Pete's ever interested in are the sorts with poker games in the back room. What's yer plan?"
"Why, silly girl," Domino said with a wide-eyed look. "The mile-high club, of course."
Amanda groaned and heaved a pillow at Domino. It missed, of course. "Fuck, I _am_ out of it if I missed that one. I suck."
Domino laughed delightedly. "Ah, well. I'm sure I'll have another opportunity at some point. And besides, you should see the dress I've got for the job..."
The girl propped herself up on her elbow. "Oh? And what kind of job needs a dress, any way?" A thought crossed her mind. "Does _everyone_ have t' dress up?"
"Didn't you have fun the last time I took you shopping?" Domino asked with a mock-hurt look, then grinned evilly. "I'm really looking forward to picking something out for Sarah."
"Yer gunna need that power of yers t' survive the experience. She only does the dressin' up thing for Shinobi, an' then only once, I think." Amanda snickered a little. "You didn't answer - what sort of job is it? Pete's bein' all mysterious an' yer bein' a tease."
Domino batted her eyelashes. "We're going to be all noble and return a great cultural treasure to the museum where it belongs," she said. She hadn't planned to tell any of the kids until this evening, but what the hell. "It involves stealing it from a greedy private collector by sneaking into a very fancy party."
"Ooh, robbin' from the rich an' givin' t' the educational. Neat twist," Amanda said with a grin, sitting up a little more. This sounded interesting. "What sort of cultural treasure, exactly? An' where do I come in?"
Domino patted her knee. "We need a small amount of magical assistance," she said briskly. "And like I told you that once, you're flexible... you think unconventionally. Might as well get the opportunity to put that into practice doing something fun, no?"
"If you think I can do it..." Amanda began, and got another one of those Looks. "Sure, I'll do me best. Sounds like a lark, an' seein' Sarah in a dress'll make it worth it even more." Another thought occurred to her. "Pete's gunna be there, right? In a tux?" She gave Domino a far-too-innocent look.
Domino smiled beatifically. "In a nice tux. I brought that along, too. And no, dear, you're not allowed to know how and why I got his measurements. It's a long and fairly disturbing story.>"
"All of yer stories are," said Amanda cheerfully. She was definitely feeling better, although concern for Manuel niggled at the back of her head. And a certain resentment that a particular firecracker was going to be doing the comforting there. "Still, think Angie'll be happy with that as well. Think she had a crush on Pete for a while."
"Oh, dear," Domino drawled. "He does have that effect on impressionable young women. I was Angie's age, the first time we met." She laughed suddenly, shaking her head. "Remind me to tell you that story sometime."
"We could raid the minibar an' you tell me now?" Amanda suggested, with a mischievous look. "They filled it up again after last night."
"I'll save it," Domino decided suddenly, sliding off the bed and going over the minibar. "That's a story that needs a really special occasion. Not so much for my part in it, but for the sheer entertainment value of the testosterone poisoning involved." She snickered, pulling out some of the little bottles. "Nate, Pete, GW, and David were all getting into it that night..."
