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30 DoFF: Day 4-B
Feb. 26th, 2012 07:56 pm4) Prompt: a hostage situation
"I think negotiations have broken down,” I said, holding my forehead in my hands. Dealing with this woman was giving me a headache.
"The hell they have, I'm still willing to deal."
I glared at her, trying to not let her see my fists being balled under the table. "Your 'deal' is the same thing it's been since we started; you haven't budged at all!"
She shrugged, smiling condescendingly . "I said I'm willing to deal, not to change my demands. It's you who won't just give in."
“What you’re asking for is way beyond what I want! It’s too much!” I growled at her. Time was running out; checking the clock, there was only five minutes until it would be too late.
“Nothing’s too much to the person who wants what I have,” she said, her Cheshire grin getting bigger.
I considered my options; give in to what she wanted, be a damned fool, and at the same time be a hero. Refuse; walk into a living room of friends and family, tell them I failed, and have the parlor of death hang over our heads. Joy.
“Fine.”
She sat up straighter, apparently not thinking I’d give in. “You sure? No going back on this?”
“Yes, yes, just give it to me.”
“Two weeks washing dishes, no using the machine? Foot rubs anytime I want for a month? Date night at a place that doesn’t include the words ‘steak’, ‘bar’, or ‘grill’? Those cute shoes I saw yesterday?”
“Yes, damn you, yes, I said yes, will you give me the damn remote already?!”
She sighed, a little disappointed her fun was over, and slid the TV remote across the table. God, she was cutting it close, kickoff was in two minutes. She got up and went to the fridge. “Remember, you spill it, you clean it, and tell John to keep his boots off the coffee table this time.”
“I hate you.”
She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek. “I love you too honey.”
I grabbed the remote and stood up, mumbling something under my breath and walked into the living room. Fifteen pairs of eyes of looked at me expectedly. I held the remote up, triumphantly.
“Ladies and gentlemen;
we have football.”
( The list )
"I think negotiations have broken down,” I said, holding my forehead in my hands. Dealing with this woman was giving me a headache.
"The hell they have, I'm still willing to deal."
I glared at her, trying to not let her see my fists being balled under the table. "Your 'deal' is the same thing it's been since we started; you haven't budged at all!"
She shrugged, smiling condescendingly . "I said I'm willing to deal, not to change my demands. It's you who won't just give in."
“What you’re asking for is way beyond what I want! It’s too much!” I growled at her. Time was running out; checking the clock, there was only five minutes until it would be too late.
“Nothing’s too much to the person who wants what I have,” she said, her Cheshire grin getting bigger.
I considered my options; give in to what she wanted, be a damned fool, and at the same time be a hero. Refuse; walk into a living room of friends and family, tell them I failed, and have the parlor of death hang over our heads. Joy.
“Fine.”
She sat up straighter, apparently not thinking I’d give in. “You sure? No going back on this?”
“Yes, yes, just give it to me.”
“Two weeks washing dishes, no using the machine? Foot rubs anytime I want for a month? Date night at a place that doesn’t include the words ‘steak’, ‘bar’, or ‘grill’? Those cute shoes I saw yesterday?”
“Yes, damn you, yes, I said yes, will you give me the damn remote already?!”
She sighed, a little disappointed her fun was over, and slid the TV remote across the table. God, she was cutting it close, kickoff was in two minutes. She got up and went to the fridge. “Remember, you spill it, you clean it, and tell John to keep his boots off the coffee table this time.”
“I hate you.”
She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek. “I love you too honey.”
I grabbed the remote and stood up, mumbling something under my breath and walked into the living room. Fifteen pairs of eyes of looked at me expectedly. I held the remote up, triumphantly.
“Ladies and gentlemen;
we have football.”
( The list )