Summary: Jack is not the only one who has these incredibly long and difficult days….
Author’s Notes: This ficlet is for missyjack, who requested a funny 24-fic from my last Drabble Meme. Hope you like it, Sweets!
So last night was good— I think it was last night—until he got all intense this morning, all serious and clingy. I hate starting over every time one of these guys gets too hooked on it, like it’s something special and deep.
I pushed him off until later, and then he turned out to be a traitor or something. Whatever. I was kind of busy after that.
Edgar tried to screw me over this morning and then got all sorry. And then he was trapped, and we both knew that was it, and then I was sorry. I didn’t like him the way he liked me, but he was sorta nice anyway, and it still hurt.
Paranoia-Chick was a blip on the radar, and thank god I didn’t touch her. Would’ve loved to wring the Weasel’s neck, though—rotten little snitch. I’m sure he was up to something.
The Bar Freak was the ultimate. Fat-assed sales-droid who can’t take a hint, just kept coming at me again and again like a wind-up lounge-lizard.
I got him but good— got him close enough to Taser him. Stupid, stubborn jerk—I had to keep at it ‘til the phone call was finally done. Zap! Zap! Take that, you MacIntosh-loving moron!
Four virtual desks and multiple systems, and I win again, even on borrowed computer crap.
Not bad for a neurotic gear-headed bitch.
If half this stuff weren’t illegal, my resume would kick massive butt.
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