comment_fic | Friday Free-For-All

Heya, folks, seasons greetings and all that crap. It be Friday, so we get some room to play today! The sky is the limit, as it were, except for a few rules we need to just remind y'all about:

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Kansas blares from a radio in one more mom-and-pop diner on a road to nowhere. Gabriel quietly flicks a finger and the radio is nothing more than a haze of static and the waitress who was refilling Anna's coffee abandons her post and goes to fiddle with it to no avail. Most of the regulars are teasing her and offering assistance to no avail and it's almost amusing watching them get bent out of shape over something as simple as a busted radio. All of them, so unaware that the end of the world is right around the corner.

At Anna's glower, he just shrugs. "What? I hate that song."

"We're laying low," she scolds. Off his who made you the boss of me look, she grimaces and adds, "Please."

He makes a pfft noise and the radio springs back to life, its volume increased. The clatter and shouts from the surprised patrons brings a smile to Gabriel's face, and all that Anna can do in response is bury her face in her palm. "I'm going to regret this every second I'm with you, aren't I?"

"Yeah," Gabriel preens, clapping her on the back. "Just remember, little sister. You're the one who invited me."

"I didn't realize you'd be such a pain in the ass."

He arches an eyebrow, looking horribly incredulous briefly, although the expression quickly evolves into one of sadistic amusement. "Oh, Anna. You are in for such a reeducation."

Anna resists the urge to bash her skull against the counter and goes back to her coffee.