Luella "Lulu" Xu (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} forthethrills) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-04-18 09:59:00 |
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Tuesday; December 25 2007
Who: Luella, Javier [could totally be open or a closed log!]
When: Morning
Where: Their Bungalow
What: Not a pleasant start to Christmas
Warning: They have potty mouths, especially when pissed ~_~
Luella got her husband to give into staying in bed and sharing those what he considered corny "remember when" moments back when they were back home in California. Their animals rested on their bed and slept peacefully until dawn peaked in. Luella couldn't stand being up early and she kicked her husband off the bed and not so kindly asked him to tend to taking the dog out. It was his idea to rescue the dog, so she wasn't going to go the extra mile to take him out.
She fell back asleep for a few hours and when she woke she turned over only to find her cat resting beside her, a grumpy grin on her face. "I hear you. Christmas kind of sucks." It took an effort to get up, but she grabbed her robe and it only took about half way into the hallway for a rather angry expression to cross her face.
"...I am going to count to three. If I turn this corner and see you smoking in this house I am putting that smelly dog up for adoption."
Javier thought Christmas was bullshit. What was the point? I mean sure, opening up a gift to see you got some overpriced shaver or some shit was nice. But why wrap a fucking gift only to have it shredded to pieces? And what the hell was up with the fucking snow? He remembered a bunch of his workers always yapping away about snow. The hell? Cold weather over surf and sun? No thank you.
He opened the door to get the basket of cookies and assortments he discovered at the doorstep. Biting into the cookies he gave an impressed hum. Not to bad. Better than what his wife could bake. Sometimes he swore he thought he was dying with the crap his wife made. But hey, not every woman could cook. Javier just had a wife that could kick his ass.
There was no way in Pegasus' ass that he was going outside to smoke. Still in his pajamas, he didn't favor freezing his nuts off. So, he opened a window and stuck his upper half out while he smoked. He yelled at a bunch of little shits to stop throwing snow balls near his house. He was grateful for not having kids. Bunch of complaining little brats.
When his wife spoke he closed his eyes and removed himself from the window. "It's Christmas. How about you don't bust my balls for a day and let me at least have one cigarette without bitching. Is that a possibility?"
Luella turned the corner to find her "dear" husband with a cigarette between his fingers. Every time he tried to pull this bullshit, she swore that she saw red. But instead of imagining ripping him apart, she took a steady breath.
"Ah, right. It is Christmas. I suppose the kind thing for me to do would be to let you fill my lungs with smoke for a day. However, I'm thinking about stabbing you in the jugular instead. It's not my fault you smoke. Should you quit, this wouldn't be an issue. Also, I happen to know that you have an impressive assortment of jackets in the bedroom. So, you either put that cigarette out before I break those two fingers holding that filthy cancer stick, or you go outside."
She saw the basket of cookies and plucked them from where they were. "Oh, how nice. I've been craving cookies." Luella hopped on the counter and swung her legs in steady motion before smiling at her husband sweetly.
Most husband and wives had negotiations. But these two never really went that route. It was either a win lose and Javier seemed to be in the losing area. But, he moved towards the counter, cigarette still between his fingers. Blowing smoke in her general direction, he found it in him to disobey her.
"Looks like mother nature brought you PMS on Christmas. Don't get me wrong, you're usually a bitch--but it's especially spicy today. It would have been sexy, but the threat to my jugular ruined it." He had a moment of feeling like he was near glowing while he placed his hands on each side of her. She may have been having a moment of casual smugness, but he'd take a stab back at her.
"Now babe. Don't let those go straight to your thighs. I favor the ass, so please go for the chocolate chip ones and not the oatmeal ones." After finishing his rather unkind comment he put out his spent cigarette right near her thigh. "I believe it's your week to clean too. Be a bonita and clean that up for me?"
Luella couldn't believe the iron balls Javier believed he had on this day. His comments were one thing, but the cigarette? Oh, his moments were numbered.
"..Oh..you bastard. Did Santa hand you a shiny set of nads today?" She was fuming, his arrogance was making her cheeks turn red. She tried not to make sure she was eating chocolate chip cookies but she inspected one carefully before she lunged at him.
Dodging her move Javier decided that running outdoors and near freezing to death was far more worth it than getting caught by his wife. He barely slipped on his shoes before he darted outside, knowing that his wife was right behind them. Their Christmases were..always. Well quite different.
Who: Luella, Javier [could totally be open or a closed log!]
When: Morning
Where: Their Bungalow
What: Not a pleasant start to Christmas
Warning: They have potty mouths, especially when pissed ~_~
Luella got her husband to give into staying in bed and sharing those what he considered corny "remember when" moments back when they were back home in California. Their animals rested on their bed and slept peacefully until dawn peaked in. Luella couldn't stand being up early and she kicked her husband off the bed and not so kindly asked him to tend to taking the dog out. It was his idea to rescue the dog, so she wasn't going to go the extra mile to take him out.
She fell back asleep for a few hours and when she woke she turned over only to find her cat resting beside her, a grumpy grin on her face. "I hear you. Christmas kind of sucks." It took an effort to get up, but she grabbed her robe and it only took about half way into the hallway for a rather angry expression to cross her face.
"...I am going to count to three. If I turn this corner and see you smoking in this house I am putting that smelly dog up for adoption."
Javier thought Christmas was bullshit. What was the point? I mean sure, opening up a gift to see you got some overpriced shaver or some shit was nice. But why wrap a fucking gift only to have it shredded to pieces? And what the hell was up with the fucking snow? He remembered a bunch of his workers always yapping away about snow. The hell? Cold weather over surf and sun? No thank you.
He opened the door to get the basket of cookies and assortments he discovered at the doorstep. Biting into the cookies he gave an impressed hum. Not to bad. Better than what his wife could bake. Sometimes he swore he thought he was dying with the crap his wife made. But hey, not every woman could cook. Javier just had a wife that could kick his ass.
There was no way in Pegasus' ass that he was going outside to smoke. Still in his pajamas, he didn't favor freezing his nuts off. So, he opened a window and stuck his upper half out while he smoked. He yelled at a bunch of little shits to stop throwing snow balls near his house. He was grateful for not having kids. Bunch of complaining little brats.
When his wife spoke he closed his eyes and removed himself from the window. "It's Christmas. How about you don't bust my balls for a day and let me at least have one cigarette without bitching. Is that a possibility?"
Luella turned the corner to find her "dear" husband with a cigarette between his fingers. Every time he tried to pull this bullshit, she swore that she saw red. But instead of imagining ripping him apart, she took a steady breath.
"Ah, right. It is Christmas. I suppose the kind thing for me to do would be to let you fill my lungs with smoke for a day. However, I'm thinking about stabbing you in the jugular instead. It's not my fault you smoke. Should you quit, this wouldn't be an issue. Also, I happen to know that you have an impressive assortment of jackets in the bedroom. So, you either put that cigarette out before I break those two fingers holding that filthy cancer stick, or you go outside."
She saw the basket of cookies and plucked them from where they were. "Oh, how nice. I've been craving cookies." Luella hopped on the counter and swung her legs in steady motion before smiling at her husband sweetly.
Most husband and wives had negotiations. But these two never really went that route. It was either a win lose and Javier seemed to be in the losing area. But, he moved towards the counter, cigarette still between his fingers. Blowing smoke in her general direction, he found it in him to disobey her.
"Looks like mother nature brought you PMS on Christmas. Don't get me wrong, you're usually a bitch--but it's especially spicy today. It would have been sexy, but the threat to my jugular ruined it." He had a moment of feeling like he was near glowing while he placed his hands on each side of her. She may have been having a moment of casual smugness, but he'd take a stab back at her.
"Now babe. Don't let those go straight to your thighs. I favor the ass, so please go for the chocolate chip ones and not the oatmeal ones." After finishing his rather unkind comment he put out his spent cigarette right near her thigh. "I believe it's your week to clean too. Be a bonita and clean that up for me?"
Luella couldn't believe the iron balls Javier believed he had on this day. His comments were one thing, but the cigarette? Oh, his moments were numbered.
"..Oh..you bastard. Did Santa hand you a shiny set of nads today?" She was fuming, his arrogance was making her cheeks turn red. She tried not to make sure she was eating chocolate chip cookies but she inspected one carefully before she lunged at him.
Dodging her move Javier decided that running outdoors and near freezing to death was far more worth it than getting caught by his wife. He barely slipped on his shoes before he darted outside, knowing that his wife was right behind them. Their Christmases were..always. Well quite different.