grace_spencer (grace_spencer) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-01-24 02:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | grace spencer, jebidiah jefferies |
January 23
Who: Grace Spencer, Jebidiah Jefferies
What: A visit
When: January 23, mid-afternoon
Where: The Well Fed Head bookstore
Rating: PG-13
Status: COMPLETE
"No, over to the left. No! The other left."
Standing on the top step of the stepladder, Grace reached up and nudged the new sculpture on the shelf a little to the left. It was a new piece and they were trying to get the best placement for it, finally deciding that the tall shelves behind the counter would be ideal.
"No, too far." Grace glanced back over her shoulder to see Gabe waving his arms to the right like a demented cheerleader, as if he could move the sculpture by the sheer power of his enthusiasm, his headful of corkscrew curls bouncing crazily.
"You know, if you're this damn fussy, you can get on the ladder yourself and move it a couple of inches back and forth until you're happy with it."
"Grace, Grace, Grace. You know I have this thing about ladders," Gabe said, and stopped waving. "They're evilness in a foldy form."
"Yeah, yeah, it's not a fear, it's a phobia. Right. Like that phobia you have about sweeping the floor and straightening the books or actually, anything that you're supposed to do."
"I'm crushed that you disparage my mental health problems," Gabe said dramatically, and Grace rolled her eyes. "Besides, if you climb the ladder and I stay on the floor, I can look up your skirt. Of course that would be easier if it wasn't so disappointingly long. C'mon, break out of the hippie seventies. Live a little."
"My skirt is just fine, you lech. Does anyone say lech anymore? Whatever." Grace turned the sculpture. She thought it was right. It would be her luck that she had set it up with the back facing outward. Oh well, the next time Patrick came in, he'd let her know if she'd gotten it right.
The bell over the door rang, announcing a customer, but Grace didn't look, turning the sculpture again. Hmm. Modern art was always so difficult.