Page 14 of Little Paper Games
“Yes, but no. My place is filled with Bric a brak and odds and ends. It comes together okay, but it’s nothing like this,” she said, a tinge of wonder in her voice that again made my ego swell.
“I’m sure it’s fine, McKenna. I decorated as soon as I moved it. It’s the only way I can function effectively,” I explained, doing my best to keep my cool. There was just something about her that got under my skin.
“Thank you for the ice,” she said almost demurely. Almost. What a change of pace. She was almost nice like this.
“Too bad it took you causing me bodily harm to make that happen.” And there it was. That snark she couldn’t seem to operate without.
“I did no such thing. You’re just a clumsy idiot who decided banging on my door at ten o’clock at night was necessary,” I shot back.
“No, it’syourfault or not putting the toilet paper down in the basement like we agreed to!” she yelled right back. The heat in her argument lit her eyes up as she gestured to the pile of toilet paper packaging I’d set in the corner.
“It arrived an hour ago. I just hadn’t gotten to it yet. Jesus, fuck! You’re the most impatient piece of work I’ve ever met,” I chuckled humorlessly, threading a hand through my hair simply so I didn’t throttle her.
“If you had just done what we’d agreed to, we wouldn’t be in this mess. And piece of work?! I’m not the piece of work, you arrogant prick!” She fired back heatedly.
“Prissy bitch.”
“Wannabe academic.”
“Disheveled shrew!”
“Archaic Cromag!”
“Glorified sandwich maker.”
“Sperm that should have been swallowed.”
“Uptight Princess.”
“Twatwaffle ex—”
“Can we stop this?!” I finally
shouted. Jesus enough was enough. “What is it about you that makes me just want to…”
“Wring my neck until I shut up?” she filled in the blank almost perfectly.
“Exactly,” I sighed, falling back into the armchair adjacent to the sofa.
“I don’t know, but I feel the exact same way.” She wasn’t wrong. There was something about when we got together that just brought out the worst in each other.
“I’m just so fucking bored,” I admitted, putting my hands over my face, and resisting the urge to scream my frustrations away.
“I hear you. The last almost month has been brutal,” she readily agreed.
“You’re not wrong,” I smirked, pulling my hands back down into my lap.
“I rarely am, darlin’” she sassed.
The way her eyebrow arched made parts that werenotmy ego swell. Well, goodbye shrew, hello vixen.
“Careful there,” I teased.
“Careful of what?” she chuckled.
“You being all flirty, dressed like that,” I tossed back, wishing I had a whiskey in my hand.
“Dressed like —” she stopped abruptly, looking down at her current garb. “Fucking shit balls on a bird nest!”
