Post by Verainne on Mar 25, 2011 15:47:41 GMT -5
"Perfect!" Verainne yawned as stretched herself out on her beach chair, feeling the warm sun beating on her back. "No Milch nagging away at me, no customers disappointed in my lack of gun knowledge... Just me, the beach, and a week of relaxation..."
"Need I remind you that's not what we're here for?" "Wahh!" Verainne tumbled out of her chair in shock as Milch's harsh tone echoed in her head.
Or rather, she had fallen off her bed. Her hard, lumpy, old, smelly hotel bed. And now, she was on the cold, dusty wood floor. Sigh.
"Couldn't you have let me sleep longer?" Vera muttered, pulling the blankets back to a semi-neat fashion. At least in her dream, she had been taking full advantage of the island, and not... working.
"Now why would I do that? All I do is nag away at you, remember?" Milch stated coldly, throwing the sheets neatly over her own bed. "Besides, any longer and we'll be late. We have to leave in fifteen minutes."
"What?! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" Vera screeched, scrambling towards her suitcase.
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"Wow, I can't believe you did all that in time. I'm impressed." Milch commented casually as they strode down the sidewalk together. Vera replied , unenthusiastically, with a simple "Mrrphrmmmph." Why, oh why couldn't they have stayed at the Rising Sun? Why did Milch choose "The Rat Shack," as their hotel was commonly nicknamed around here? A good night's sleep... a good night's sleep would have been wonderful...! Verainne whimpered as she thought about the swimming pools, room service, fancy buffets... All out of reach.
"Don't worry, you'll be staying there soon enough." Vera's body perked up, her eyes turning hopefully to Milch. Milch sighed. "Your client is Vince Mesazzi, a big-shot mafia boss. And just like another Vince we know, he's known for being a huge player. Don't you dare fall for him. Anyways, he's staying at the Rising Sun, and you'll be staying in his room with him. Remember: Your job is to make sure he stays alive. I can't be there for you this time, I have work of my own. So, don't you dare fuck up. Do I make myself clear?"
Verainne cringed. Milch didn't trust her a bit, did she? It wasn't like Vera was going to fall in love with some Italian mafia guy, much less sleep with him. Ugh! He didn't even belong in Torchay to begin with. And really, she only made a mistake once before, and it was quickly and easily fixed... sort of. In any case, they still got payed for that job...
"I said, do I make myself clear?!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Need I remind you that's not what we're here for?" "Wahh!" Verainne tumbled out of her chair in shock as Milch's harsh tone echoed in her head.
Or rather, she had fallen off her bed. Her hard, lumpy, old, smelly hotel bed. And now, she was on the cold, dusty wood floor. Sigh.
"Couldn't you have let me sleep longer?" Vera muttered, pulling the blankets back to a semi-neat fashion. At least in her dream, she had been taking full advantage of the island, and not... working.
"Now why would I do that? All I do is nag away at you, remember?" Milch stated coldly, throwing the sheets neatly over her own bed. "Besides, any longer and we'll be late. We have to leave in fifteen minutes."
"What?! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" Vera screeched, scrambling towards her suitcase.
---
"Wow, I can't believe you did all that in time. I'm impressed." Milch commented casually as they strode down the sidewalk together. Vera replied , unenthusiastically, with a simple "Mrrphrmmmph." Why, oh why couldn't they have stayed at the Rising Sun? Why did Milch choose "The Rat Shack," as their hotel was commonly nicknamed around here? A good night's sleep... a good night's sleep would have been wonderful...! Verainne whimpered as she thought about the swimming pools, room service, fancy buffets... All out of reach.
"Don't worry, you'll be staying there soon enough." Vera's body perked up, her eyes turning hopefully to Milch. Milch sighed. "Your client is Vince Mesazzi, a big-shot mafia boss. And just like another Vince we know, he's known for being a huge player. Don't you dare fall for him. Anyways, he's staying at the Rising Sun, and you'll be staying in his room with him. Remember: Your job is to make sure he stays alive. I can't be there for you this time, I have work of my own. So, don't you dare fuck up. Do I make myself clear?"
Verainne cringed. Milch didn't trust her a bit, did she? It wasn't like Vera was going to fall in love with some Italian mafia guy, much less sleep with him. Ugh! He didn't even belong in Torchay to begin with. And really, she only made a mistake once before, and it was quickly and easily fixed... sort of. In any case, they still got payed for that job...
"I said, do I make myself clear?!"
"Yes, ma'am!"