Week Nine -- Wednesday Who: Bishop and Jace. What: A lesson in how to con. Plus, more of the usual. When: After dark? Where: Their room, Wolf's house. Rating: R (adult language)
It wasn't fair of her to blame the books. One of the things Bishop had missed the most when she'd been on the road was reading. There was nothing she liked better than forgetting about the real word for an hour or two while diving into a good story. Now that she'd somewhat settled down again, there was plenty of opportunity for her to pick up a book. The only problem was that she kept running smack into the most sappy romances imaginable. After the first one made her have the most bizarre dream of her adult life, she'd sworn off anything that looked remotely romantic.
That's when things started getting weird. No matter what book she picked up, whether it was sci-fi or horror or mystery, there was always some paralell love story. She identified far too well with a few of them, especially those that involved some lovely heroine being held hostage until her lover came bursting in to free her. Who knew that was such a popular idea? There was no escaping that damn idea, the idea of 'love'. And it was starting to drive her nuts.
Propped up against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of her, Bishop scowled down at her newest find. The battered paperback had boasted a horror classification, and a focus on werewolves. It wasn't until a few chapters in that she started hitting the sex scenes. Those she could deal with. It was the deep, meaningful, unwanted love between the main two characters that made her want to hurl the damn thing out the window. And possibly rap her head against the wall until she knocked herself unconcious.
Ever since their snowball fight, Bishop had been wrestling with the idea that she was in love with Jace. Or maybe she wasn't. She had nothing to compare it to. Wasn't it enough that they wanted and needed each other? Why did it have to get so freaking complicated? She glanced toward the door. Jace was out, probably going through anything that wasn't nailed shut. She didn't really blame him. Being stuck there was kind of boring.
At least they'd gotten some of their stuff back. Jace and Wolf had gone out days before and raided a few of their stashes. Bishop hadn't joined them on that little adventure, since Wolf didn't want to be outnumbered. Guns weren't the only thing that Jace had retunred with, though. Leaning over, she dug around in the nightstand drawer until she came up with a battered metal case. She only had a few cigarettes left, which was way better than none. Pulling out one, she snapped the case shut and tossed it back into the drawer. Leaning back again, she blew out a stream of smoke as she turned the page.