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Arcadia-Floor

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After the fiasco of our return I was sent over to Charles' place. Apparently I am a distraction.Well, I did try to weasel my way out of the confrontation. I guess it was a success. Try to stop that group from fighting, end up with head trauma.

To break it down further, I am in the garage of the place. His car is out for repairs, so he just passes me another beer as we listen to the argument next door.

As I crack the top off, he makes a very astute observation. "You really kicked the hornet's nest this time. Wonder what they'll do to you when it's your turn?"

Taking a sip I respond a little nervously, "Knowing them... Can't be anything pleasant. Did you know that Vermina poisoned me when I called her a skank about a week ago? It was all in good fun, well no, she irritated me a little, anyway I wrote it down on a scrap of paper while I was a monkey. Long story there, but the point is simple. Punishment is doled out on an inhuman scale. To be frank, I may actually slip outta here before they finish."

Draining his bottle, Charles gives me a disappointed look. "Sounds like they finished already."

Within seconds the garage door rolls up and I am yanked out by Ceana. "Time to go home."




I get a long winded lecture on customs and Arcadian law. Most of it slips my mind immediately. But I nod in the right places, much like a teenager in a principles office. They seem satisfied and my spot on the couch has been given to Svetlana while she recovers. When I mentioned that I was worried that they would kill her Vermina slammed a fist into my gut, claiming, "We are not some barbaric tribe!"

Well, it wasn't all bad. I just have to sleep on the floor again. Unless...

Slinking over to Cally I lean against her shoulder, and with my best pity-me voice, "You wouldn't make me sleep on the floor... Would you?" I seal the deal with a disheartened frown.

"Awww, how could I say no to that face?" Huh acting like a sad pup may actually wor-  
She sidesteps and I hit the ground. Ouch.  

Leaning over my sprawled form she just pats me on the face, "I remember now. No. Floor."

Scrambling to my knees I do something I swore that I would never do. I beg. "C'mon, remember all the fun we've had since arriving here? I'll whip up a few cocktails, or we can go shot for shot!"

She seems intrigued by my proposal. "Wanting to drink like that isn't something you usually do. Why do you hate the floor so badly?"

"Last time I slept on the floor I awakened tied up like some hog. I figure, if I drink with you, I can use your bed! No floor for me, and you get a breathing space heater. It won't be weird, given some of the more... unorthodox things we've done together." Helps my case that you are a party girl at heart.

She mulls it over for a moment. "Nah, not tonight. Tomorrow definitely." She feigns a yawn, "I'm just so tired right now."

She heads to her room, shutting the door. She even locks the damn thing. I really pissed her off. I'm surprised she rejected my offer, she always wants to have a bit of fun. Oh well, next target.



Ceana is dusting a few things, I know she sleeps somewhere... She has to. "Hey there Ceana, what's goin' on?"

A cold reply, "Dusting." Man, I pissed everybody off today. It's starting to get dark out. Time has just been flying by.

"You wouldn't mind if I slept-"

She stops me mid sentence with a duster to the face. "I don't sleep. I clean. And that's the way I like it. I won't scrub you this time if you just go to sleep. I even cleaned the spot near the stove so you would be warm."

Dead end, I thank her and leave.




What about Vermina...

I head to her room, knocking on the door. She slithers up, not bothering to wear her human legs at home. She seems almost as hostile as when we first met. "What do you want?"
"I was wondering if we could share... a...bed?" During my question she started rising up, towering over me.

"Sorry, not a big fan of men in my bed." She goes to slam the door but I start grunting in pain. I hate myself for this.

Within seconds, I am a woman again. I told myself never again, but the floor... The floor... Blood rushes to her face, "I didn't know Lamias could blush, I though only warm-blooded-" Whack.

Picking myself up I shift back. Still very painful. She just stares at me for a moment, and slams her door as planned. She didn't have to punch me so hard... I knew it was a stupid idea.



Three strikes, I'm out.


Heading into the kitchen I curl up by the stove. Pilot light gives off a little warmth, but it's no big deal. I didn't realize how exhausted I am.



I slip into the depths of sleep.



Tomorrow is another day.
I wanted to try and bring a little humor back to this story. It was supposed to be a comedy to begin with.

To explain the floor thing to folks who don't care for the story, when Donovan awakened on his first night he was hogtied to the floor, terrified. Maybe he developed a floor phobia.

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He hates sleeping on the floor, yet he's more than willing to get dirty and rip an animal apart.