Over Lunch - fic
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still_grrr, for the prompt “Gossip Girl”.
Title: Over Lunch
Rating: PG
Word Count: 560
Summary: Cordelia’s social life is getting complicated…
Over Lunch
She loved gossip. Always had. But it was getting increasingly… complicated.
“-totally freaked out. Just kicked him straight down the stairs.”
Cordelia dropped her bag on the table, and sat down in the middle of the group. “The lunchlady is getting weirder and weirder,” she announced. “You know she actually wanted to lecture me about healthy eating? Like someone her size knows anything about health.”
The girls were still huddled around Stacy, who kept talking in a hushed voice. “I heard she kept hitting him over and over, even after he was dead. The paramedics had to pull her off him.”
“What are we talking about?”
“Buffy Summers. She went psycho and totally killed her mom’s new guy.”
Oh great.
Cordelia opened her yoghurt and tried to look unconcerned. “Oh please. Like I really want to discuss corpses while I’m eating lunch. Way to be gruesome, Stace.” She crossed her legs, and smiled. “Has anyone seen the new spring outfits at Maurices?”
“Oh yeah! Their skirts are stunning!”
Conversation successfully redirected. Too easy.
Skirts at Maurices turned into skirts at Danesh Fashions, which moved on to Danesh’s latest sales, which brought up the subject of the new manager at Luvvable and her generous discounts.
“…and she gave me the cream knit at forty dollars off.”
Candace frowned. “Wait – tall lady with the bad perm?”
“Yeah, that’s her.”
“Oh, I can’t stand her. She totally refused to let me return the silk scarf I wore for Halloween-”
Oh no.
“-just because it got shredded by the big guy in the goblin mask. Which, hello, wasn’t my fault.”
“Totally. That night was just weird.”
Cordelia smiled brightly. “Have you guys heard about Tammy Grayson’s new boyfriend?”
No luck. Her question went unheard as Sara leaned forward.
“It so was. You know, my dad’s car got completely smashed up. Someone actually shot all the windows. There were bullet holes everywhere.”
“Big deal.” Laura rolled her eyes. “So your dad’s car has bullet holes in it. My math book has one, too. Straight through the cover.”
“Really?”
“You know, from the Career Week thing.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Speaking of Career Week,” Cordelia said confidentially, “you know what Lisa got as her ideal job? Las Vegas dancer.”
“Really?”
No. Total lie. But, desperate times…
“Really. Sequins and all. I saw her sign-up sheet.”
“Well, it makes sense.”
Candace nodded. “So much. I hear Mason Lewis got ‘cleaner’, and Carly Edwards got ‘librarian’. Can you imagine getting something that lame?”
“I dunno,” Stacy smirked. “Librarianing can’t be that boring. I hear Mr Giles was arrested a couple of weeks ago. Something about a dead guy?”
Damn.
“Really?” Laura leaned in. “Maybe it was that shrivelled-up man Jess found in the bathroom.”
“Ooh, maybe. Or it could have been those people who died at Parent Teacher Night.”
“Wasn’t that a gang thing?”
Dammit, dammit, dammit. Cordelia sighed. Time for authority-voice.
“Hey!” She gestured at her lunch. “People still trying to eat, here. Don’t want to get completely grossed out. Can we talk about something else?”
Authority-voice still worked pretty well. There was an abashed silence for a minute, and then Sara spoke up.
“Hey, so I hear Mr Whitmore is going to make us do that mock-parenting thing with the eggs.”
Cordelia relaxed. Finally, a topic that wouldn’t lead back to anything weird.
still_grrr, for the prompt “Gossip Girl”.Title: Over Lunch
Rating: PG
Word Count: 560
Summary: Cordelia’s social life is getting complicated…
Over Lunch
She loved gossip. Always had. But it was getting increasingly… complicated.
“-totally freaked out. Just kicked him straight down the stairs.”
Cordelia dropped her bag on the table, and sat down in the middle of the group. “The lunchlady is getting weirder and weirder,” she announced. “You know she actually wanted to lecture me about healthy eating? Like someone her size knows anything about health.”
The girls were still huddled around Stacy, who kept talking in a hushed voice. “I heard she kept hitting him over and over, even after he was dead. The paramedics had to pull her off him.”
“What are we talking about?”
“Buffy Summers. She went psycho and totally killed her mom’s new guy.”
Oh great.
Cordelia opened her yoghurt and tried to look unconcerned. “Oh please. Like I really want to discuss corpses while I’m eating lunch. Way to be gruesome, Stace.” She crossed her legs, and smiled. “Has anyone seen the new spring outfits at Maurices?”
“Oh yeah! Their skirts are stunning!”
Conversation successfully redirected. Too easy.
Skirts at Maurices turned into skirts at Danesh Fashions, which moved on to Danesh’s latest sales, which brought up the subject of the new manager at Luvvable and her generous discounts.
“…and she gave me the cream knit at forty dollars off.”
Candace frowned. “Wait – tall lady with the bad perm?”
“Yeah, that’s her.”
“Oh, I can’t stand her. She totally refused to let me return the silk scarf I wore for Halloween-”
Oh no.
“-just because it got shredded by the big guy in the goblin mask. Which, hello, wasn’t my fault.”
“Totally. That night was just weird.”
Cordelia smiled brightly. “Have you guys heard about Tammy Grayson’s new boyfriend?”
No luck. Her question went unheard as Sara leaned forward.
“It so was. You know, my dad’s car got completely smashed up. Someone actually shot all the windows. There were bullet holes everywhere.”
“Big deal.” Laura rolled her eyes. “So your dad’s car has bullet holes in it. My math book has one, too. Straight through the cover.”
“Really?”
“You know, from the Career Week thing.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Speaking of Career Week,” Cordelia said confidentially, “you know what Lisa got as her ideal job? Las Vegas dancer.”
“Really?”
No. Total lie. But, desperate times…
“Really. Sequins and all. I saw her sign-up sheet.”
“Well, it makes sense.”
Candace nodded. “So much. I hear Mason Lewis got ‘cleaner’, and Carly Edwards got ‘librarian’. Can you imagine getting something that lame?”
“I dunno,” Stacy smirked. “Librarianing can’t be that boring. I hear Mr Giles was arrested a couple of weeks ago. Something about a dead guy?”
Damn.
“Really?” Laura leaned in. “Maybe it was that shrivelled-up man Jess found in the bathroom.”
“Ooh, maybe. Or it could have been those people who died at Parent Teacher Night.”
“Wasn’t that a gang thing?”
Dammit, dammit, dammit. Cordelia sighed. Time for authority-voice.
“Hey!” She gestured at her lunch. “People still trying to eat, here. Don’t want to get completely grossed out. Can we talk about something else?”
Authority-voice still worked pretty well. There was an abashed silence for a minute, and then Sara spoke up.
“Hey, so I hear Mr Whitmore is going to make us do that mock-parenting thing with the eggs.”
Cordelia relaxed. Finally, a topic that wouldn’t lead back to anything weird.
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