Teenage Angst
07-11-2005, 04:02
Imperial Palace
Cobain City
Teenage Angst
One week ago
"GODDAMNIT Senator Thompson! You just ran half of us over! If you don't cut it out I'm gonna dock your pay, fucking noob." Throwing down the controller, Allison stormed out to the kitchen, muttering about cheap shots and out of control jeeps. On the marble countertop were roughly a dozen pizza boxes, all in some state of pillagement; tossing back the lid on one, she grabbed a slice of double-pepperoni and bit down. Policy meetings always made her hungry, especially when they were going poorly.
"Hey, bosslady?" Caleb came up behind her, snaking his hand around to steal a slice of the pizza. "I got this letter today. All official and shit. Paper even smelled nice. Anyway, it's from some guy named Laaran, says he runs the Elsani City States? He wants to have a meeting."
"What, is he declaring war or something?"
"No, just a meeting."
"...Why?"
Shrugging, Caleb took a huge bite of pizza, talking with his mouth full. "Iunno. Maybe he thinks you're hot. I'm your secretary, not a fuckin' psychic."
Sighing, Allison leaned back against the counter, shoving one of the empty pizza boxes to the floor. "Okay, fine, write him back. He can come to the next Halo tournament."
"Will do. By the way, bosslady, your boobs look really big in that shirt."
He never knew a pizza slice to the face could hurt quite that much...
Cobain City
Teenage Angst
One week ago
"GODDAMNIT Senator Thompson! You just ran half of us over! If you don't cut it out I'm gonna dock your pay, fucking noob." Throwing down the controller, Allison stormed out to the kitchen, muttering about cheap shots and out of control jeeps. On the marble countertop were roughly a dozen pizza boxes, all in some state of pillagement; tossing back the lid on one, she grabbed a slice of double-pepperoni and bit down. Policy meetings always made her hungry, especially when they were going poorly.
"Hey, bosslady?" Caleb came up behind her, snaking his hand around to steal a slice of the pizza. "I got this letter today. All official and shit. Paper even smelled nice. Anyway, it's from some guy named Laaran, says he runs the Elsani City States? He wants to have a meeting."
"What, is he declaring war or something?"
"No, just a meeting."
"...Why?"
Shrugging, Caleb took a huge bite of pizza, talking with his mouth full. "Iunno. Maybe he thinks you're hot. I'm your secretary, not a fuckin' psychic."
Sighing, Allison leaned back against the counter, shoving one of the empty pizza boxes to the floor. "Okay, fine, write him back. He can come to the next Halo tournament."
"Will do. By the way, bosslady, your boobs look really big in that shirt."
He never knew a pizza slice to the face could hurt quite that much...