Re: log: flash/felicity mission
Felicity had been on eggshells since getting off the bus at the end of the line and hoping to god that the B and B thing worked out. Normal? Didn't fit very well anymore. She'd grown out of it along with the super-pink dress she'd worn to Homecoming when all that mattered was the boy who took you and how much he said he wanted you when he felt you up in the car-ride over. Normal had been ditched along with the cheap pairs of jeans that felt like corrugated cardboard from Walmart - yes, she had been fashion suicide in the days when it felt like she'd been stripped out too as well as the mansion. Empty walls, bleak lights and foster homes as anti-personal as a cheap motel room.
Still. That was then. Now? Had been about pretending she slotted in to the landscape. College classes in the fall to make up for flunking out of Columbia when her part-scholarship got trashed by the extracurriculars making up the other half. A normal job in a B and B to replace the night taking orders from the mob to fill the private art galleries of the rich and very corrupt. And maybe humdrum Felicity would have picked up a nice, dumb boy and lived like she was from Repose, but luck, even genetically modified luck, only went so far.
The town had become a high school reunion for the upperclassmen Felicity knew from deep misery and Harry's ex? Was a complication. Life became gloriously uncomplicated when you left behind all of the normal and you were out here with your pulse electric in your wrists and throbbing in your ears and competing for something.
The company? Added bonus. She didn't bother suppressing the grin that curled her mouth when he teased and the giving orders thing? New, in the field but she wasn't averse. She'd run when the mob told her to run, she'd jumped when the mob told her to jump, really this was just more of the same. Do what you're told, cash in your reward at the end. But this? Had a hell of a lot more safety attached to it.
She slid into the dark in readiness and it was just lucky that the spot she picked was where the arch overhead dropped thicker shadow into the recess in which Felicity stood. The new company? Uglier than a Botox job gone bad and there was no doubt he would have been trouble. She peeled away from the wall as he angled his line of sight at ninety degrees away from her, and glanced toward Flash as she slid further back into the dim recesses of the room, in the opposite direction to the gremlin. If he wanted to start a fight? She was game. She just wasn't picking any herself.