Brisbane was a nice place, very similar to Phoenix, but with ocean.
Stef, however, was strange. Not the dysfunctional strange, although that was the case, but there was something about her that was just… off, and Vincent couldn’t place just what the hell it was.
“Okay, you’re right, patrols are boring, even if the company is fairly awesome.”
Smug response in three… two… one…
“I told you so.” Stef smugly grinned.
Zing!
“So, now what? We’re out in the middle of Brisbane, and-”
“Stef-sense tingling. I smell cookies.”
“I… what? Cookies? Where?”
“There.”
She pointed off in the direction of- Vincent looked at the position of the sun- west.
“If you take off in a sprint, and leave me in the dust, I’m just going to wander around until some Solstice find me and then I’ll shoot them, and wear their skin and eat their brains to survive in this harsh, unfamiliar land and… stuff.”
“Shut up and come on.”
She walked at a fast pace, but it wasn’t as fast as an Agent in a big damn hurry. It was more like the pace of an out of shape nerd who was just promised free pizza.
“Okay, seriously, this is actually making me hungry so there’d better be some delicious damn cookies at the end of this.”
Stef said nothing and continued running. Vincent caught up quickly enough as Stef had stopped running and was now staring through the window of a small shop.
“Huh. She was right.”
“Of course I was. My Agenty superpowers never fail to produce cookies!”
“You mean aside from requirement right?”
“What did I say about shutting up?”
“I don’t know, I think it was something like ‘Shutting up is for people who aren’t going to buy me cookies and a milkshake.’ Or something.”
“Good answer.”
They walked into the shop, and Vincent thought about filing an assault charge against the amazing delicious smells that suddenly violently assailed his nose. Then he decided against it, because he didn’t know shit about Australian law.
“Three bags of chocolate chip cookies, please, and a milkshake.”
The person behind the counter looked at Stef and Vincent.
“Well, you two make a cute couple.”
Vincent had to grab onto the counter to prevent himself from falling over laughing. He couldn’t see Stef’s reaction, which probably would have cracked him up more. He did hear Stef give, surprisingly calmly, a perfectly accurate response.
“We’re business associates. I don’t know why people think everyone I’m with is someone I’m romantic with.”
Vincent finally composed himself and ordered himself a milkshake, requiring exact change, even though he was still thinking in American dollars. They wandered to a booth and had a seat.
“So, I appreciate the cookies, even though being able to require money is a bit of a shallow gesture. Why milkshakes?”
“Because you don’t have any milkshake of your own.”
Stef looked confused.
“I mean you don’t have any personal milk jugs that you carry around to give you back problems.”
“Oh.”
“By the way, I’m amazed that you kept a straight face when we were mistaken as a couple.”
“/serious face is another one of my Agenty superpowers.”
“I’ll bet it comes in handy often.”
“It does.”
“I’d love to have a /serious face during a poker game.”
“That’d be cheating, in a way.”
“Not any more than you shifting during dodgeball. Or not needing to blink.”
“Touché.”
Vincent giggled, and chugged his milkshake, and Stef pocketed the cookies and they headed back to the Agency, which didn’t take very long, so there wasn’t much conversation. As they took the elevator back up to the field floor, Vincent asked a question he immediately regretted.
“So, I’ve met the tech Agent, and the Field Agent, who’s in charge of Combat?”
Stef winced, then her face snapped into a neutral emotion, and her tone matched exactly the same tone she used in the cookie shop.
“Taylor.”
…that insulting an agent’s lack of boobage probably has to be on his Top Ten list of bad decisions…
I mean. *thinks* this is just after Mirrorshades. Taylor is still a Ken doll, IS HE GOING TO INSULT TAYLOR’S LACK OF BOYBITS? If not, why not?
I just realised and remembered that you haven’t read GE. (Good, don’t, it’s a horrible book).
Context for the above. Taylor has nothing between his legs. Hasn’t done for twenty years – he required away his junk after Jonesy ressed him, and he’s been a Ken doll ever since. He requires his bits back in GE so he can get it on with Grigori, and therefore get a +bonus to his emotional/sexual development and go talk to Mags about his feels.
Grey Edge was an AWESOME book. If any of the cookie books were made into a movie, THAT ONE.
But it had so many problems. -_-
This is one of those times where you are too close to your own work.
Does GE have problems? yes.
Can many of these problems be fixed in the rewrite? Absolutely
Is it still an awesome book? Damn straight.
So sayeth the Scholar
I like some of it. The porn plot is ok, but needs work. The sexytiem is pretty ok. Taylor’s nightmare/withdrawal sequence is fun, as is his interaction with Wrath, and I’m not going to argue with how he gets rid of Magpie.
But it just feels like a mess. It’s all over the place, and I don’t do anything with half of the characters. -_-
I can fix it, sure, but as it stands, I just cringe when I think about it.
(Plus, all too often, I regret making Mags Magpie’s daughter, that kind of royalty/political stuff belongs in another series).
Some pacing problems, maybe. But the story was amazing. Also, I think very non linearly. My favorite stephen king novel is IT because I love the bouncing back and forth between past and future and different events. That kind of writing makes me happy.
Of course he will.
I just need to think of a way for him to find out about it.
…Please no. Please no. I’m sorry, but after the shipping discussion, my brain’s a bit stuck. That is the single most disturbing thought I’ve had all week.
…you clicked on RC, didn’t you expect your brain to be damaged?
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droids
Should I be worried that you put droids on the end there?
“Because you don’t have any milkshake of your own.”\
http://youtu.be/bFDqW0Nfo2k This is why there is Droids at the end :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
…I just wasn’t sure if you were shipping it too. 😛
I’m having this problem, where some of me is saying “SHIP THIS!”, but then I remember that Stef/Curt is a thing. Gah, these alt!ships are too good! Whyyy???
Also, the comment about zee milkshakes. I wish we had a Stef internal perspective on that bit. I have no idea how she’d respond to that, especially seeing as Vincent immediately drinks his milkshake after creating that association. <_< Anyway, yay cookies!
…are fun!
Stef and Mags sure as hell aren’t going to get together, but the fic I wrote with them was one of my favourite sexytiem scenes. Alt!ships are there for comparison and for fun and cause…cause why the hell not? ^_^
Oh yeah…Stef’s brain. Shade showed me this before he posted it and I couldn’t articulate what I thought she was thinking (I’m sick and feverish and barely vertical) but all I can see if extreme confusion, followed by understanding, followed by a want to sink into the floor mitigated by the need to pretend to be a regular, responsible agent. I do think she’s probably pulling up her friends list and asking Curt to tank for her (which would lead to a “why do you need a tank?” “no, you’re the tank!” “I am not a tank!” conversation).
But TL;DR, he’s made two sexual comments in less than half an hour, so she’s probably about an 8 on the uncomfotable scale.