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She and Conall have been up to shenanigans, Angie tossed in.
You fucked him?
No. She hasnt.
Oooh. This is getting better and better.
Miki rubbed her forehead. I hate both of you.
You might as well tell us, Angie pushed.
Or I can ask Conall. He has to tell me. Im like totally in charge and everything.
Miki rolled her eyes. Saras reign of terror. Bonehead. Okay. Okay. Weve gotten prettyinvolved with each other. But we havent actually done the deed.
That was vague, Sara muttered.
Ill put it in Sara-speak for ya, hon. Hes either used his hand or his tongue to get her off, but no dicks have made an appearance.
How could she still be friends with these two idiots?
Yum, Sara growled. So whats the problem? Its time for you to cowboy up and break in that mustang.
I cant believe you found a way to work cowboy up into this conversation.
Angelina sighed. See you need to go into this knowing what it is, Mik.
Which is?
A booty call. The extended DVD version, but a booty call nonetheless.
But what if
No, Miki. No analyzing. No second-guessing. No obsessing.
For once in your life just enjoy yourself, Sara practically begged.
Miki sighed. To be honest, I dont think I know how to do that.
Sara chuckled. Bartender-Miki knows how.
Bartender-Miki? Is this like your Golden Retriever Sara vs. Drunk-Sara theory?
No. You, smartass, Sara growled.
Bartender-Miki, Angie began, is the one who always asks inappropriate questions and says whatever she thinks without caring about the repercussions.
Bartender-Miki who used to set things on fire in Chem Lab because she was bored.
Who taught herself Elvish and Klingon.
Who faced off against my grandmother on more than one occasion.
Who could kick guys ten times her size out of the bar when they got rowdy.
Bartender-Miki who the FBI still refer to as that bitch, Sara stated with obvious pride.
Thats the Miki we both know and love, Angie finished.
Miki blushed. Now she remembered why she was still friends with these two idiots. Because they both actually got her. And loved her in spite of it.
But I was changing everything. I was supposed to be having a nice, normal, respectable life?
Normal? Who wants to be normal? Sara asked in complete confusion.
Fuck normal.
I say fuck Conall. But in agood way.
Miki chuckled. Would you two idiots focus.
All right, Miki. Listen up. This from Angie. Is Conall around somewhere?
Yeah. Hes in the other room.
Can you see him from where you are?
Yeah. Why?
Okay. Do me a favor. Look at Conall. But dont look at him like Miki who wants to have a respectable life
Well call her boring Miki. Sara chimed in.
Instead look at him like Bartender-Miki.
Okay. Miki thought about her nights bartending. Always in control, she never took any shit. She ruled Skellys bar with a mighty fist and everyone respected her. She knew what she wanted and what she didnt and she acted accordingly. She felt like shed knocked that Miki out for the last six months but she was awake now. Awake and looking at Conall like a prize-winning bull at an Austin auction.
Stretched out on the bed, on his stomach, watching TV; the Vikings big arms wrapped around a pillow. Her eyes dragged across every inch of that long hard body, taking in the muscles of his arms, the line of his body, how friggin huge his feet were. And that outstanding ass. Plus, he was wearing that goddamn black bracelet again.
He seemed to feel her watching him. He looked at her and smiled. A smile that, deep down, she knew was for her and her alone. Instead of turning away, like she always did, she smiled back. And his smile actually got bigger. Then he winked and went back to the TV.
Miki sighed. Holy shit
Weve been trying to tell ya. Sara laughed
What do I do?
Be yourself, Angie insisted.
Are you two high? That scares off most men.
Hes hardly most men, darlin.
How about you do me a favor? Angelina asked.
Uh-oh. What?
Youve got, what? A couple of days until you have to do that thing, right?
Miki crossed her eyes. You mean my dissertation? Yeah. Just a couple of days until that thing.
Then why dont you just enjoy yourself?
Dont worry about work, Sara added.
Or school.
Or bills.
Weve got your back. Well take care of everything. Just relax and see what happens.
It had been years since she could do that. Just relax. In fact, she was pretty sure the last time she did it, she was about fourteen. Before her mother died. Since then shed never taken any handouts. Shed always worked for everything she had. And she realized it would be nice to have a couple of days where she didnt have to worry about anything.
You fucked him?
No. She hasnt.
Oooh. This is getting better and better.
Miki rubbed her forehead. I hate both of you.
You might as well tell us, Angie pushed.
Or I can ask Conall. He has to tell me. Im like totally in charge and everything.
Miki rolled her eyes. Saras reign of terror. Bonehead. Okay. Okay. Weve gotten prettyinvolved with each other. But we havent actually done the deed.
That was vague, Sara muttered.
Ill put it in Sara-speak for ya, hon. Hes either used his hand or his tongue to get her off, but no dicks have made an appearance.
How could she still be friends with these two idiots?
Yum, Sara growled. So whats the problem? Its time for you to cowboy up and break in that mustang.
I cant believe you found a way to work cowboy up into this conversation.
Angelina sighed. See you need to go into this knowing what it is, Mik.
Which is?
A booty call. The extended DVD version, but a booty call nonetheless.
But what if
No, Miki. No analyzing. No second-guessing. No obsessing.
For once in your life just enjoy yourself, Sara practically begged.
Miki sighed. To be honest, I dont think I know how to do that.
Sara chuckled. Bartender-Miki knows how.
Bartender-Miki? Is this like your Golden Retriever Sara vs. Drunk-Sara theory?
No. You, smartass, Sara growled.
Bartender-Miki, Angie began, is the one who always asks inappropriate questions and says whatever she thinks without caring about the repercussions.
Bartender-Miki who used to set things on fire in Chem Lab because she was bored.
Who taught herself Elvish and Klingon.
Who faced off against my grandmother on more than one occasion.
Who could kick guys ten times her size out of the bar when they got rowdy.
Bartender-Miki who the FBI still refer to as that bitch, Sara stated with obvious pride.
Thats the Miki we both know and love, Angie finished.
Miki blushed. Now she remembered why she was still friends with these two idiots. Because they both actually got her. And loved her in spite of it.
But I was changing everything. I was supposed to be having a nice, normal, respectable life?
Normal? Who wants to be normal? Sara asked in complete confusion.
Fuck normal.
I say fuck Conall. But in agood way.
Miki chuckled. Would you two idiots focus.
All right, Miki. Listen up. This from Angie. Is Conall around somewhere?
Yeah. Hes in the other room.
Can you see him from where you are?
Yeah. Why?
Okay. Do me a favor. Look at Conall. But dont look at him like Miki who wants to have a respectable life
Well call her boring Miki. Sara chimed in.
Instead look at him like Bartender-Miki.
Okay. Miki thought about her nights bartending. Always in control, she never took any shit. She ruled Skellys bar with a mighty fist and everyone respected her. She knew what she wanted and what she didnt and she acted accordingly. She felt like shed knocked that Miki out for the last six months but she was awake now. Awake and looking at Conall like a prize-winning bull at an Austin auction.
Stretched out on the bed, on his stomach, watching TV; the Vikings big arms wrapped around a pillow. Her eyes dragged across every inch of that long hard body, taking in the muscles of his arms, the line of his body, how friggin huge his feet were. And that outstanding ass. Plus, he was wearing that goddamn black bracelet again.
He seemed to feel her watching him. He looked at her and smiled. A smile that, deep down, she knew was for her and her alone. Instead of turning away, like she always did, she smiled back. And his smile actually got bigger. Then he winked and went back to the TV.
Miki sighed. Holy shit
Weve been trying to tell ya. Sara laughed
What do I do?
Be yourself, Angie insisted.
Are you two high? That scares off most men.
Hes hardly most men, darlin.
How about you do me a favor? Angelina asked.
Uh-oh. What?
Youve got, what? A couple of days until you have to do that thing, right?
Miki crossed her eyes. You mean my dissertation? Yeah. Just a couple of days until that thing.
Then why dont you just enjoy yourself?
Dont worry about work, Sara added.
Or school.
Or bills.
Weve got your back. Well take care of everything. Just relax and see what happens.
It had been years since she could do that. Just relax. In fact, she was pretty sure the last time she did it, she was about fourteen. Before her mother died. Since then shed never taken any handouts. Shed always worked for everything she had. And she realized it would be nice to have a couple of days where she didnt have to worry about anything.
