Amanda Blake (fu_fangers) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-10-17 05:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-18, amanda, daniel |
don't let your demons drive
Who: Amanda & Daniel
Where: Doctors; private practice
When: Late afternoon
From across the waiting room, Amanda glared at the man across the waiting room who was popping open his drug-bottle like it was candy. It was an expression that was immediately replaced with one of disgust as he crunched the pills between his teeth rather than swallow them. That was disgusting, both in that it was a disgusting habit and that it actually left the taste of unsuccessfully-swallowed paracetamol in her mouth. She had to run her tongue over her teeth twice before she was totally convinced that she did not have painkillers stuck in her mouth somewhere. Not that that would have been unwelcome, exactly. Her leg was slowly beginning to throb again – her colleagues’ condescension proved that her wearing heels proved nothing to anyone but it wasn’t like her slender ankles were for Mike’s benefit, now, was it? Or George, the photocopying kid. No, it was for Leah to strut for them because they took her even less seriously than Amanda did a blind, dumb and deaf vampire doing the hula while trying to sign the national anthem. That was the same Leah who was harping on from the other end of her BlackBerry, reading Amanda words that she had written herself that very morning. And she wondered why people didn’t like her? It was true that the blonde was guilty of the exact same thing, but she at least had the intelligence to add two and two for four. Which was why she now carried one of those personal alarms. Sure, it was useless if Bubbles wanted her dead, but she’d fucking well try and make the little bitch’s ears bleed.
“This is fantastic, Amanda, really.” Well, she wouldn’t have fucking given it to the Mayor otherwise, would she? “It almost makes me believe in civil liberty.” Job done. Now, if anyone else from around the office had been praising that speech – the coffee girl, for instance – she would have felt a little good about her work on top of how self-satisfied she usually was. But no; it had to be Leah. Leah.
“Uh huh. – Look, honey, I’ve got to go,” she began with every sweetness. Like that fake kind you put in your coffee to loose weight, and god, did Leah need that. “I’m at the doctors’. I’ll let you know how it goes, okay?” Her thumb had ended the conversation before any response could be given, but it really didn’t make a blind bit of difference. Amanda Calvert was at the doctors’ and that bit of news would go around work faster than a sharp drag queen could think up a witty metaphor. Oh, and Leah had the mythical first dibs on any news. The news that no one was getting. Whatever. Her whole leg could come off and Amanda wouldn’t tell a damn soul until she got home to Cameron. Sliding her BlackBerry back into her bag, she twirled her rings and shifted a little in her seat – or maybe a lot, crossing and uncrossing her legs because she couldn’t keep that one leg comfortable while her hand ached. She really needed to redress that.
If she ever, ever got the chance to end that little blonde bitch with her fucking curls and horns and—and tail…