Becca's confused face slowly morphed into a smirk when she finally understood, and leaned on the table, now only a few inches away from Lucy's face. She chuckled.
“I see...well, if it gets Shaun to stop being such a little whiny bitch, if only for a day or two...”
“Well then.” Lucy raised her beer up. “Let's play matchmaker.”
-
“No.”
“But Shaun!”
“No, Becca.”
She growled in frustration, watching Shaun type away at his laptop. The man had been working on some history project when she finally made it home (at 3 am), and wasted no time in setting the plan in motion. She hard forgotten that Shaun was a stubborn asshole.
“Shaun, this guy is so fucking hot. Usually this level of hotness would be way out of your league, but he likes accents! Your accent! Just play that card and you might get yourself some hot piece of ass!”
The man sighed and glared at her, then continued to ignore her as he worked on his paper. He really needed to get this done. Becca growled and snapped shut his laptop, and before he could yell at her or anything, she snatched it away from him, holding it to her chest.
“Shaun, you fucking need sex in your life! The sexual frustration is affection not only you, but me and every one else around you! If you actually care about your friends, you would work on getting some!”
“And what, pray tell Becca, makes you think I'm sexually frustrated?”
“Your piss off attitude!” Becca made a jump backwards when Shaun seemed to make a move to try and take his laptop back. It failed. “Shaun, come on, you need to get laid! I'm trying to help you, man. Don't lie and tell me you aren't frustrated, you're not exactly quiet when you jerk off-”
“Becca!” Shaun yelled, blushing. Heh, Shaun blushing? Well that was new.
“Heh, come on, don't be embarrassed Hastings, it's okay-”
“Bloody hell woman...” He groaned and sat back on the couch. At least it looked like he was going to give Becca a chance to talk to him. Good, that was good. Maybe he would change his mind.
“Just go on this date. What's the worst it could happen? You fuck it up, there's no sex, and you never see him again.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Shaun sighed and stood up. Becca had to fight down the grin. She had won.
“If I say yes, will you give me my laptop back? I really need to finish that paper.”
She grinned as she shoved back the laptop towards Shaun, who caught it with a grunt. Besides getting Shaun a date, she was also very excited about beating Shaun for once. It was very satisfying.
- “Hmmm, 'ello?”
“Did I wake you up?”
“...Lucy? Oh yeah you did... what time is it?”
“Noon. What time did you go to bed?”
“Hmmm, when I got back from work so, you know, really late.”
Lucy rolled her eyes.
“Hooking up with boys again?”
She could almost see Desmond smile.
“Not this time. So, I'm sure you didn't call me to know about my conquests for the night, so spill.”
“What would you say to a blind date?”
“Blind date? Wait, like, setting me up?”
“Who else? Come on, you'll like him.” When Desmond didn't say anything, Lucy quickly added, “He's British.”
That got a response.
“...is he cute?”
“Cute, Desmond? I would never call Shaun that, he would kill me. But he's good looking, if that's what you mean.”
Desmond chuckled.
“British you say? Lucy,” he paused to laugh. “You know me long enough to know my answer. Well, if you say he's hot than how I can say no? But seriously, he better not be a creeper.”
Somehow, she was able to hold in the squeal of happiness.
Blind Date [3/?]
“I see...well, if it gets Shaun to stop being such a little whiny bitch, if only for a day or two...”
“Well then.” Lucy raised her beer up. “Let's play matchmaker.”
-
“No.”
“But Shaun!”
“No, Becca.”
She growled in frustration, watching Shaun type away at his laptop. The man had been working on some history project when she finally made it home (at 3 am), and wasted no time in setting the plan in motion. She hard forgotten that Shaun was a stubborn asshole.
“Shaun, this guy is so fucking hot. Usually this level of hotness would be way out of your league, but he likes accents! Your accent! Just play that card and you might get yourself some hot piece of ass!”
The man sighed and glared at her, then continued to ignore her as he worked on his paper. He really needed to get this done. Becca growled and snapped shut his laptop, and before he could yell at her or anything, she snatched it away from him, holding it to her chest.
“Shaun, you fucking need sex in your life! The sexual frustration is affection not only you, but me and every one else around you! If you actually care about your friends, you would work on getting some!”
“And what, pray tell Becca, makes you think I'm sexually frustrated?”
“Your piss off attitude!” Becca made a jump backwards when Shaun seemed to make a move to try and take his laptop back. It failed. “Shaun, come on, you need to get laid! I'm trying to help you, man. Don't lie and tell me you aren't frustrated, you're not exactly quiet when you jerk off-”
“Becca!” Shaun yelled, blushing. Heh, Shaun blushing? Well that was new.
“Heh, come on, don't be embarrassed Hastings, it's okay-”
“Bloody hell woman...” He groaned and sat back on the couch. At least it looked like he was going to give Becca a chance to talk to him. Good, that was good. Maybe he would change his mind.
“Just go on this date. What's the worst it could happen? You fuck it up, there's no sex, and you never see him again.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Shaun sighed and stood up. Becca had to fight down the grin. She had won.
“If I say yes, will you give me my laptop back? I really need to finish that paper.”
She grinned as she shoved back the laptop towards Shaun, who caught it with a grunt. Besides getting Shaun a date, she was also very excited about beating Shaun for once. It was very satisfying.
-
“Hmmm, 'ello?”
“Did I wake you up?”
“...Lucy? Oh yeah you did... what time is it?”
“Noon. What time did you go to bed?”
“Hmmm, when I got back from work so, you know, really late.”
Lucy rolled her eyes.
“Hooking up with boys again?”
She could almost see Desmond smile.
“Not this time. So, I'm sure you didn't call me to know about my conquests for the night, so spill.”
“What would you say to a blind date?”
“Blind date? Wait, like, setting me up?”
“Who else? Come on, you'll like him.” When Desmond didn't say anything, Lucy quickly added, “He's British.”
That got a response.
“...is he cute?”
“Cute, Desmond? I would never call Shaun that, he would kill me. But he's good looking, if that's what you mean.”
Desmond chuckled.
“British you say? Lucy,” he paused to laugh. “You know me long enough to know my answer. Well, if you say he's hot than how I can say no? But seriously, he better not be a creeper.”
Somehow, she was able to hold in the squeal of happiness.