-73- One Of These Nights

[luckyvalentine]

[finally getting around to going through the wreckage that a couple of very certain interlopers left behind, Faye is actually attempting to clean her room. Cigarette butts everywhere--in her plants?!--clothes all wrinkled and rumpled and moved around. All her food is gone, but the wrappers are still there. Her drawers are partially open, there are towels on the floor in the bathroom. If she thought that there was any way that she could actually force either of them at gunpoint to fix it, she'd be doing that right now.

Instead, she flings her journal onto the bed--she's just going to get all new sheets, maybe--and grumbles to herself.

The book catches the sound of other books being shuffled into a pile, things rattling around on a desk as she puts everything back where it belongs...

...and then a gasp.]

No. No, it can't--

[then, the sounds get a little more frantic as she desperately drags open drawers and checks under furniture, shoving junk off of her tables.

Finally, her search ends in a cry of frustration]

--Where is it??

Comments

dictated

[thedicearecast]

Lose something?

dictated

[luckyvalentine]

[she'll notice the open journal in a moment. in the meantime, however--]

I'm gonna kill him!

Re: dictated

[thedicearecast]

Just don't do it before he tells you where it is.

[Not that Amelia knows the specifics about either of those things. The advice still counts.]

Re: dictated

[luckyvalentine]

[hey, that's good advice!]

Maybe just seriously maim, then.

He can still talk with two broken legs.

Re: dictated

[thedicearecast]

Even better, he can't get away.

[Amelia might almost feel sorry for the mystery man, except he stole something. Robbers get what they deserve.]

So want to share who took what from you?

[gottaknockhard]

[That actually took longer than he expected... Except he doesn't know what she's talking about. As if she'd ever suspect.

He'll just be listening for no reason.]

[luckyvalentine]

[well, now that she has noticed, she's jumping to one conclusion very quickly. Her voice suddenly becomes even louder, as she grabs the journal and yells into it]

--Spike!

[gottaknockhard]

[Wow, he should not have had his journal so close to his ear. Stupid of him.]

Did you say something?

[luckyvalentine]

Where is it??

dictated

[alwaysaquestion]

Where is what?

dictated

[luckyvalentine]

[kind of yelling over at the journal from where she's digging through her dresser drawers. again.]

My-- [ah, she catches herself] Ugh! He better not have broken it or something!

dictated

[alwaysaquestion]

Again, I repeat, exactly what is it you're looking for?

dictated

[luckyvalentine]

[taking a moment to think real quick]

It's... something sentimental.

Faye

[bro_codebreaker]

My sanity? I dunno, I think Ted's got it. ... You wanna grab a drink with me?

Barney

[luckyvalentine]

[--wait, is that Barney's voice she hears coming from the journal? give her a sec to stop digging through the junk on her desk and get over to the journal. She still sounds flustered and pissed-off when she gets there]

--Huh? A drink?

Faye

[bro_codebreaker]

Yeah. You know. Of the alcoholic persuasion?

Barney

[luckyvalentine]

--Now?

[try not to take the impatient tone personally. hard to think about anything else when precious missing wealth is at stake]

[onlyanapple]

What are you bitching about now?

Crowley

[luckyvalentine]

He took my--

[oh wait! she catches herself and throws up a filter]

He took my ashtray!

Faye forever

[onlyanapple]

So? Get another one.

[luckyvalentine]

He took my special ashtray!


[...huh. she wonders for a second. ...she did tell him about that, right?]

[exanimatus]

That sounds unfortunate.

[helping.]

[luckyvalentine]

[oh the most annoyed sound, and her voice gets clearer and louder as she heads over to the journal]

More unfortunate for him when I shoot him in the legs!

[exanimatus]

Both legs? That doesn't bode well.

Who and what?

[luckyvalentine]

An idiot, for taking something of mine!