Francis Hart's Hallowe'en Spectacular!"What about here?"Francis Hart's Hallowe'en Spectacular! by ~JoeyLiverwurst
Francis pulled over and parked his sedan parallel to the highway.
"So particular about everything," Rachel chided him.
"I don't want an infraction."
"Are you sure? Nurse Rachel will take good care of you."
Francis shook his head, unfastened his seat belt, and loosened his tie in that order.
"You're not taking your clothes off already, are you?"
"What? No, just my tie."
"Good. Let me take off the rest!"
"Rachel… why don't you get the beer out of the back?"
She dimmed but did as suggested.
Francis got out the other side and patted his pockets.
"Now, why don't we take a walk in the woods?"
"I thought you'd never ask! Nurse Rachel will loosen you up if it takes all night. Well, at least till I have to get back for the costume party. I still can't believe you're dressed like that."
"Rachel, we still have to put together a plan for you some time."
"Do you care about anything besides insurance?"
"Rachel, I do not care about insurance. I care about selling insur
Off NightMat ought to have been an actor. He had a smile that seemed sincere no matter how full of rage he was. Behind a cash register, that came in very handy!Off Night by ~JoeyLiverwurst
Paul was a good guy, too. As much as Mat wanted to blame him, he lacked legitimate basis. Chris couldn't come into work last minute, and Paul couldn't find anyone else to take the shift. Against his better judgment, Mat agreed and hated himself for it.
Only six hours, Mat reminded himself: shorter than any school day. Before he knew it, he could go home and—oh, yeah, he hadn't gone inside yet.
Forgetting his signature smile, Mat entered the café and stomped past the counter for an apron.
"Toodle-oo," chirped the new girl, already halfway to the door.
Mat put on Led Zeppelin and tried not to feel sorry for himself. It wasn't that big a deal. It was just one night. He didn't have a hot date or a ticket to some expensive event. Besides, there were… eight people in line he hadn't noticed until right now. Awkward.
Still Time"Thanks again for coming here with me," George gushed. He kept turning to hoist his son onto his shoulders, then remembering his son was easily twice his size.Still Time by ~JoeyLiverwurst
"Don't mention it," Trevor returned.
The landing looked the same as George had remembered after all these years. Well, almost the same. Maybe starting to show its years, but heh, so was he. All right, so not quite the same. Actually really run down. George winced.
Trevor wore a poker face, but just then he broke into a whistle.
"It's better around breakfast than lunch, but I'm just glad you could come at all. Thanks again," George babbled.
"Don't mention it," Trevor murmured. "I mean, you're welcome. Dad."
"This'll be just like old times! We'll sit, and fish, and stop and have sandwiches, except Tessie made them instead of your mother."
"Yeah. I love you, Dad."
They situated themselves on the dock, and George set down a blanket and arranged their equipment on it. Trevor tried to help, but George had a system and stuck to it, so
Dinner GuestDinner Guest by ~JoeyLiverwurst
George brightened at the knock at the door. It was "Shave and a Haircut," the same knock he always gave. He still looked through the peephole but knew all along who it was.
"Trevor!" he exclaimed once the door was unchained.
Green eyes glinted in the dark, and strong arms balanced a bouquet of daffodils and a plate wrapped in plastic.
"I'd hug you, but then you'd be wearing these," Trevor explained. He entered and set everything down on the dining room table. "OK, now," he suggested, arms outstretched.
George embraced his son, but with lips pursed. Trevor took care not to hurt him.
"You know," George said, "it's a shame to wear such a nice suit with all that scruff on your face."
"It's fur, Dad," Trevor retorted.
The kitchen door opened, and a tall, thin woman of about forty approached with a bowl of potato salad.
"Tessie!" Trevor yelped, and ran across the room to nuzzle her before she could put the bowl down. She giggled, sounding significantly younger.
"Help with anything?" Trevor i