13thfallenangel | Slow days are interesting

Especially when your colleagues start making penis references to the those crunchy biscuit slash bread sticks we were serving for Evening Drinks....unfortunately, it also spawned off a line to use in a fic....and it goes something along these lines:

"Well? What did you call me out here for? You usually don't like to eat at restaurants like this one." he stated bluntly.

She smirked at him as she reached over for a biscuit breadstick. "Oh, I just felt like going out today." she stated off handedly.

"Riiiight." he drawled in reply.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I found out about your little bunny girl."

He raised an eyebrow. "Bunny girl? Have you been reading too much romance novels again?" he snorted but was distracted by her hand that was....gripping the bread stick in a manner that should be done in private...or in a bedroom...or in the restaurant bathroom.

"Darling, don't take me for a fool," she smiled at him whilst still...stroking...the breadstick. "I've seen your bunny girl. Air headed little thing that she is, she told me everything, especially when I told her I was your sister." she still kept smilling.

He looked uncomfortable at this point. His fiancee found about his little...side business and she was fondling a breadstick in a fancy restaurant. He had trouble focusing on her face at this point since he recognised that move she was using.

"If I ever find out or catch you doing something like this again..." she paused for a moment to contemplate her words.

CRACK!

He could not help but stare at the two broken pieces of breadstick and its crumbs and littering the green tablecloth in a pattern that was similar to the blood spatters on the CSI show he saw the night before.

He slowly shifted his gaze towards his fiancee who was still smilling angelically at him.

He had to swallow down the lump in his throat.