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Aug. 7th, 2009 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Contessa pinched Richard's side. "I was very happy living under a rock, thank you very much."
Richard twisted and pulled his head back so he could see her. "Ow. And you mean you don't like Blade Runner?"
"And I believe that Bruce invented the rock he was living under," she went on, as if Richard hadn't spoken at all. Bruce snorted, apparently not at all impressed by her observation.
"So you're saying you don't like Blade Runner," the younger man pressed.
Contessa sighed. "I didn't say that."
"Ha! Thought so. Like I said, the two of you...kicking and screaming into pop culture." Which earned him another pinch to his side, but this time he didn't bother pretending that it hurt.
"Well after this I'm going home. All that kicking and screaming has left me exhausted. And, unlike some people, I have to go to work in the morning."
"For indolent rich people who aren't going to be up until some time after 1 anyway."
Contessa's eyebrows went up. "Speaking from experience, are we Richard?"
He snorted. "Let me take you home then."
"No."
Richard looked up. Bruce had joined in on that hearty refusal. Before he could give his own reasons, Contessa said, "There is no way I'm riding on the back of your bike going downhill. Down winding hills."
"Aww, Tess--"
"Tessa."
"--you're gettin' old on me."
"Like I said, one of us has to go to work in the morning. I can't afford to be in traction for a month."
Richard sat up on the couch, jostling her as he did so. "Are you kidding. The way medical technology has advanced over the last couple of years I bet you'd only be out for a week, two tops."
This time Bruce hit him, on the back of the head. "Ow!"
And apparently it hurt. "Thank you," Contessa said.
"No problem. I'll be in my office," Bruce said as he stood. "Get home safe, Tessa."
"What, no offers for a ride hope, a taxi, or an armored guard?"
Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Would you take it if I offered? Have you ever?"
A quirked eyebrow was her response. "Exactly. Goodnight, children."
Richard reached around Contessa and threw one of the cushions at Bruce's retreating back, but missed. A few minutes later he said, "Seriously...you want a ride?"
"Seriously? No. Call me and keep me company all the way home if you want, but I've ridden with you before, Richard. In a car," she quickly added. "I could be half-dead to the world behind the wheel of a tractor trailer and be safer."
"I'm not that bad."
Contessa pinched Richard's side. "I was very happy living under a rock, thank you very much."
Richard twisted and pulled his head back so he could see her. "Ow. And you mean you don't like Blade Runner?"
"And I believe that Bruce invented the rock he was living under," she went on, as if Richard hadn't spoken at all. Bruce snorted, apparently not at all impressed by her observation.
"So you're saying you don't like Blade Runner," the younger man pressed.
Contessa sighed. "I didn't say that."
"Ha! Thought so. Like I said, the two of you...kicking and screaming into pop culture." Which earned him another pinch to his side, but this time he didn't bother pretending that it hurt.
"Well after this I'm going home. All that kicking and screaming has left me exhausted. And, unlike some people, I have to go to work in the morning."
"For indolent rich people who aren't going to be up until some time after 1 anyway."
Contessa's eyebrows went up. "Speaking from experience, are we Richard?"
He snorted. "Let me take you home then."
"No."
Richard looked up. Bruce had joined in on that hearty refusal. Before he could give his own reasons, Contessa said, "There is no way I'm riding on the back of your bike going downhill. Down winding hills."
"Aww, Tess--"
"Tessa."
"--you're gettin' old on me."
"Like I said, one of us has to go to work in the morning. I can't afford to be in traction for a month."
Richard sat up on the couch, jostling her as he did so. "Are you kidding. The way medical technology has advanced over the last couple of years I bet you'd only be out for a week, two tops."
This time Bruce hit him, on the back of the head. "Ow!"
And apparently it hurt. "Thank you," Contessa said.
"No problem. I'll be in my office," Bruce said as he stood. "Get home safe, Tessa."
"What, no offers for a ride hope, a taxi, or an armored guard?"
Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Would you take it if I offered? Have you ever?"
A quirked eyebrow was her response. "Exactly. Goodnight, children."
Richard reached around Contessa and threw one of the cushions at Bruce's retreating back, but missed. A few minutes later he said, "Seriously...you want a ride?"
"Seriously? No. Call me and keep me company all the way home if you want, but I've ridden with you before, Richard. In a car," she quickly added. "I could be half-dead to the world behind the wheel of a tractor trailer and be safer."
"I'm not that bad."