Mad Sweeney (i_haveahoard) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-02-13 18:01:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | jeannie, mad sweeney |
Gaining the Upper Hand [Jeannie]
It had taken some work, the notion that formed in the leprechaun's head. He admitted he was curious as to the way the City had kept the Djinn away from him, since they had a stint there where it felt like that infernal woman was everywhere he went. Always, as she tended to do, interfering with his day-to-day activities. And she was horribly judgmental. Not to mention ungrateful. Just when he was trying to take the high road, be the better person and make sure she got to safety... she acted out against him again.
If Sweeney didn't know better, he'd have thought Jeannie liked him. Isn't that what what parents always told their children? That the opposite sex only picked on you when they liked you?
Well if that was the case, Little Miss Harem Pants was in for a rude awakening. He was out of her league and, if he was honest, she was not his type. Sure she was a pretty little thing. But she had the devil in her, it seemed. Between the squirrels.. and turning him into a dog, and raining beer... and yeah.. the list went on. What had he ever done to her, other than an insult or two?
Really, after all she'd put him through, it was time he got even. Considering she had turned him into a puntable at one time and carried him around like he was her pet, well... this was only fair.
Now, if there was one thing Sweeney knew about Djinn, was that they tended to be curious. Well, most individuals were... but those of a 'special' nature -like himself, tended toward curiosity more when it came to things they didn't understand. Came with the extended life-span. And if there was one thing he knew about women, it was that they seemed to like shiny things.
The formulation of the plan was the tricky thing. He had to get a handle on her, show her he wasn't to be trifled with, and that required gaining the upper hand. Which would only work if he had her captive in some way. He had a plan, or the beginnings of a plan. It required a trip to the store to find something cheap and shiny. Which he did.
Fresh from the store, Sweeney was strolling through the park, spring-cap topped bottle of imported beer in hand, cigarette in the other and a bit of shiny in his pocket. He paused to sit on the bench and sip at his beer. Alternating between beer and cigarette, he struggled to think of a way to actually get control of her. That was seriously going to be the tricky part. Because in order to set a trap for a Djinn, he'd have to get her attention in some way.