Morning, Galactica Point
Mar. 18th, 2006 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swerval_zeroZero woke up to the sun in her eyes. What the squall? Where was she? And why was it gritty? Oh, right. After she'd spent the day before so excited about her date with Peter, and spent the afternoon getting ready, the little blighter had cancelled on her. At the very last minute, too. She hoped he had a squalling good reason. He'd said he was sick, but he didn't sound sick on the phone. Was 'sick' some new slang for 'chicken' she didn't know about?
After she'd fled Ching Tai, she'd walked around town for a while, breaking one of Parker's shoes in the process. She'd called her and told her she'd pay for them, though. Then she'd walked down to the beach. She'd called Rat first, but he'd told her he wasn't really qualified for the 'I hate men' thing, could she please try the other brother? Twitch, who'd made more than a few speeches against anything with a Y chromosome in his time, had provided a sympathetic ear for a while. The effect was somewhat diminished by the fact she was pretty sure he was IMing Henry the whole time. Stupid happy couples.
And at some point, she'd fallen asleep. She was kind of pleased to note that she hadn't been robbed or killed or turned into a meerkat in her sleep, but now she had to go back up to the school and face everyone. And Peter. Everyone was going to want to know how her date--oh, no, it had probably been all over the radio. Squall.
Well, she couldn't stay out here all day. There was the play that night, after all. Hopefully it would go off without a hitch. And Peter had promised he would come. Zero scrambled to her feet, dusted off some of the sand, picked up her purse and Parker's poor shoes, and started back to the school in her sock feet.
After she'd fled Ching Tai, she'd walked around town for a while, breaking one of Parker's shoes in the process. She'd called her and told her she'd pay for them, though. Then she'd walked down to the beach. She'd called Rat first, but he'd told her he wasn't really qualified for the 'I hate men' thing, could she please try the other brother? Twitch, who'd made more than a few speeches against anything with a Y chromosome in his time, had provided a sympathetic ear for a while. The effect was somewhat diminished by the fact she was pretty sure he was IMing Henry the whole time. Stupid happy couples.
And at some point, she'd fallen asleep. She was kind of pleased to note that she hadn't been robbed or killed or turned into a meerkat in her sleep, but now she had to go back up to the school and face everyone. And Peter. Everyone was going to want to know how her date--oh, no, it had probably been all over the radio. Squall.
Well, she couldn't stay out here all day. There was the play that night, after all. Hopefully it would go off without a hitch. And Peter had promised he would come. Zero scrambled to her feet, dusted off some of the sand, picked up her purse and Parker's poor shoes, and started back to the school in her sock feet.
