May 7, 2001
December 14
9:00. Ahhh... Life is good. Long story, but called Quatre, who promptly arrived with team of Daddy's lawyers, with the T-bone in tow. Knew Q and T make good match. Like PB & J with crusts cut off, because Q and T not crusty at all. Was released after discovered the man hit with bottle was city worker, and not dead at all. In fact, glad for worker's comp. Never would have thought would have contributed to the overall lack of labor motivation.
Now after late dinner at Carraba's (treated self to Italian sausage...definitely deserve it after the past few days), sank into tub of steaming hot water.
Am a bit angry at Heero, who called once to see how was holding up under "all the bloody stress", but proudly told bloody bastard that was fine, once got over the shock of being deserted by lawyer. Sounded embarrassed, but said that has filed harassment lawsuit against officers at station and am possibly in for large sum of compensation.
"Money," said with more than a little bit of pride in voice, "can't buy me love."
He paused, and thought for a moment that had swayed a Great Destroyer's life outlook: lawyers, say Hilde, are great ships that smash into rocks just so they can sue the island.
"Isn't that from a commercial?"
Grr! Damn Heero and his sensible ways!
10:15. Ah! Shriveling up like prune. Fingers and toes resembling Julia Childs laugh lines. Ack, ack. Phone!
10:20. Well, slipped on bath mat while trying to get to phone. Will lie on bathroom floor until ceiling stops spinning.
10:30. Ah, ceiling ceased axial rotation. Made it to phone, but no message. Perhaps should invest in Caller ID, but would feel like a bloody stalker or obsessive compulsive Person without life. Phone! (Ah...feel so popular.)
10:41. Treize. Gr. Wanted to know if coming to work tomorrow. Said no, talking personal day. Said fine, that will give Stephen King manuscript to Dermail.
Bloody hell! Stephen King, publishing new book exclusively in Europe, and gives him to Dermail? Bloody hell. Bloody bloody bloody--
Phone!
1:25. Ahg. Turhd. Ah, cawch. Naaazzz plaaaz. Sleep nooooooooohf.
December 15
6:00. Woke in tuxedo and good blazer, and thought for moment that had been to costume party as Tuxedo Mask. Always thought was a hottie. But no, saw parting gift still clutched in hand (v. tasteful Waterford Crystal, excellent) and remembered.
Quatre: Duo? You there?
Me: Yeah, no thanks to Heero and his bloody law degree.
Quatre: Hmm?
Me: Nevermind. What's up, Q?
Quatre: Duo, I need you to come to the Anglican Church as soon as possible.
Me: Thought you were Moslem, Q.
Quatre: I am, but Trowa's not.
Me: What about Trowa? I thought Trowa was agnostic.
Quatre: Agnostic...?
Me: I thought.
Went away in search of a lovely drink, and by time Q dragged Trowa over to the phone, by the ear from the sounds of it, was smashingly drunk. Or at least, from what remember, smashingly drunk.
Trowa: Quatre, darling, I think those fools from Jesebelle's are putting the glasses on the tables without coasters. Would you--?
Quatre: Without coasters?! Without coasters indeed! You can't buy good help anymore! ::stomps off::
Me: Jesebelle's? The catering service?
Trowa: Yes.
Me: ::waits for explanation::
Trowa: ...
Me: What's going on, Trowa? Anglican Church? You're a terrible heathen as far as religion goes, but I was afraid to tell Q that.
Trowa: I've found God, Duo. Or some semblance of that bloody bitch.
Me: That's lovely... Are you getting confirmed? Forever bound to the bloody bitch?
Trowa: No, but close. I'm getting married.
Me: ...
Trowa: Can you come down in five minutes? I know the subways don't run this late...
Me: That's okay. I'll be there! Wouldn't miss it for the world!
Ceremony was lovely. Quatre glowed when Trowa put ring on finger. Shed a few tears, then quickly checked church and saw the horrid, horrid man.
Heero, looking stoically handsome as always, had hidden self in back of church, one eye on ceremony, one eye on door. Suspect Heero is also terrible heathen.
Drank v. large amounts of alcohol at after party, as did Heero. Found Heero at bar, drinking flat champagne. Struck up conversation. Drunk Heero very funny. Snogged for an hour behind the large heart-shaped plastic shrub in the reception hall. Hilde wandered in, scared Heero off with long lecture (Hilde also drunk) on virtues of safe sex and abstinence.
Sulked, then went home.
Ah, hope Q and T happy. Sacrificed dignity for handful of good kisses behind fake tree.
Wish Heero would call.
End Part Four
Bianca
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