07-06-2004, 04:17 AM
"I still don't see why you don't just call your friends and tell them what happened. I'm sure they'd understand and would be willing to help."
Jen's voice had taken on a somewhat annoyed tone as she spoke, having argued the issue with De at least a half dozen times that mourning alone. She stood before him, between his line of sight and the television, hands on her hips, her palms resting right at the top of her low rise jeans. Her top was covered in a non descript black t-shirt neatly tucked in and she was, as always, cleanly groomed and self confident in her apperance and her opinion, looking down at Niles as he sat with his arms crossed about his chest, a slightly dejected look upon his face.
"Like I said luv....this isn't exactly the kinda thing a man openly discusses. 'Ell....you wouldn't even know about it if you hand't been there, because there's sure as 'ell no way I would have told ya. Sure as 'ell no way..."
For the first time in nearly a decade, Nathanial "De" Niles, was clothed in something other than a suit of some sort. Instead he'd garnered a pair of jeans that were entirely to baggy for his tastses, a pair of boots (though the local blokes called them Lugs for whatever reason), an old basketball jersey of some team known as the 'Nuggets', and some pair of knickers gone awry known as a "Do-Rag". Stupid Americans.
"...Besides, It can't be helped at this point anyway. What's done is done, who's dead is dead, and that which is gone.....is sadly enough....gone."
It was true that he had lost a very important peice of himself during his excursion with Walters, but he knew he couldn't dwell on it for to long lest he suffer another 'episode' and have his Jade Goddess put the hurtin' on him again.
"Call them."
"No."
"Call them.
"Nyet."
"Call... them..."
"Nein!" he replied indignatly.
"Call them or I will.....and I'll tell Ms. Atkins what it is you were muttering in you sleep last night."
At these words De was finally able to pull his eyes away from where they had been resting on Jen's bosom and met her eyes, arching a brow in a "You wouldn't." kind of way....only to have her respond in kind, her own facial expression saying "Try me."
"Fine. Where's your phone....bleedin' good for nothin green shielas..." he said, muttering the last few words a bit but knowing she could still hear them. His compliance as he would call it, and her pimping him out as she would later refer to it garnered the desired results for both parties, as Jen had to step out of his line to sight to retrieve the phone leaving De happy, who would in turn use said phone to call back to the island where he'd been told the other had returned to, making Jen happy.
She stood over him as he dialed, having gotten the number herself from the Avengers two days before, and now wanting to make sure he didn't try to pull one over on her. De sat there silently fuming as she did, holding the reciever to his ear as he waited for the call to go thru and finally listened to the ring. He was trying not to think to hard about things, focusing more on what he was going to say to whomever answered, instead of on the events of the past few days and nights. He had been right about one thing though.....Jen was wilder than she let on.
"Stupid Americans...."
Jen's voice had taken on a somewhat annoyed tone as she spoke, having argued the issue with De at least a half dozen times that mourning alone. She stood before him, between his line of sight and the television, hands on her hips, her palms resting right at the top of her low rise jeans. Her top was covered in a non descript black t-shirt neatly tucked in and she was, as always, cleanly groomed and self confident in her apperance and her opinion, looking down at Niles as he sat with his arms crossed about his chest, a slightly dejected look upon his face.
"Like I said luv....this isn't exactly the kinda thing a man openly discusses. 'Ell....you wouldn't even know about it if you hand't been there, because there's sure as 'ell no way I would have told ya. Sure as 'ell no way..."
For the first time in nearly a decade, Nathanial "De" Niles, was clothed in something other than a suit of some sort. Instead he'd garnered a pair of jeans that were entirely to baggy for his tastses, a pair of boots (though the local blokes called them Lugs for whatever reason), an old basketball jersey of some team known as the 'Nuggets', and some pair of knickers gone awry known as a "Do-Rag". Stupid Americans.
"...Besides, It can't be helped at this point anyway. What's done is done, who's dead is dead, and that which is gone.....is sadly enough....gone."
It was true that he had lost a very important peice of himself during his excursion with Walters, but he knew he couldn't dwell on it for to long lest he suffer another 'episode' and have his Jade Goddess put the hurtin' on him again.
"Call them."
"No."
"Call them.
"Nyet."
"Call... them..."
"Nein!" he replied indignatly.
"Call them or I will.....and I'll tell Ms. Atkins what it is you were muttering in you sleep last night."
At these words De was finally able to pull his eyes away from where they had been resting on Jen's bosom and met her eyes, arching a brow in a "You wouldn't." kind of way....only to have her respond in kind, her own facial expression saying "Try me."
"Fine. Where's your phone....bleedin' good for nothin green shielas..." he said, muttering the last few words a bit but knowing she could still hear them. His compliance as he would call it, and her pimping him out as she would later refer to it garnered the desired results for both parties, as Jen had to step out of his line to sight to retrieve the phone leaving De happy, who would in turn use said phone to call back to the island where he'd been told the other had returned to, making Jen happy.
She stood over him as he dialed, having gotten the number herself from the Avengers two days before, and now wanting to make sure he didn't try to pull one over on her. De sat there silently fuming as she did, holding the reciever to his ear as he waited for the call to go thru and finally listened to the ring. He was trying not to think to hard about things, focusing more on what he was going to say to whomever answered, instead of on the events of the past few days and nights. He had been right about one thing though.....Jen was wilder than she let on.
"Stupid Americans...."