Fandom: Chess the Musical
Rating: G
Characters: Florence Vassy, Freddie Trumper
Word Count: 401
There was a long moment of silence as the two stared each other down, Florence hard and unyielding, the tips of her nails pressing into the pressed and ironed linen of her suit, Freddie full of pent up static, his eyes squinted against her glare.
When the silence broke, it was all at once–
“Well? What is i–”
“Florence, I’m not kiddi–”
–then not at all, as they glared at each other again.
This time, Freddie broke first.
“Look. Florence. I didn’t do anything!”
Florence looked at him for a long time, then glanced over at the door to the spare room, her eyes lighting up. “Right. You won’t mind if I take a look in there then?”
Freddie took a breath, then shrugged with determined nonchalance. “Be my guess, Miss Vassy.”
Rolling her eyes, Florence crossed to the door and turned the knob, only pausing to shoot him a surprised look when the door opened easily, unlocked. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable shout.
It didn’t come.
Opening first one eye, then the other, he looked around, then at the door – it was still ajar and he could see the faint glare of the light on inside. It wasn’t until he approached, that Florence spoke.
“Really, Freddie?” She held the large, yellow snake up, her arms supporting its body easily as it turned its face towards him. “A giant snake? That’s what this was about?” Freddie started to mumble a response, but Florence shook her head. “Whatever…I…does it have a name?”
He mumbled something and she tilted her head, prompting him to speak up. “I’ve been calling her Marilyn.”
Florence closed her eyes. “Right. Of course you would.” She stepped towards him, placing the snake in his arms and over his shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to think about this.”
As his second breezed out of the room, Freddie looked down at Marilyn’s shiny, pinkish eyes. “Could’ve gone worse I guess.”
Rating: G
Characters: Florence Vassy, Freddie Trumper
Word Count: 401
General Summary: Freddie's been acting suspicious and Florence isn't having it.
Author’s Note: A prompt from December 2019, only just finished, from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carolferris; Prompt was 'You keep giving me excuses, what’s your problem?'
“What did you do?”
“What the fuck are you on about?” Freddie’s voice immediately rose in pitch, and he winced before trying again. “What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been tiptoeing around for three days now.” Florence folded her arms and stared him down. “What are you hoping I won’t notice?”
“Cut the excuses, Freddie.”
There was a long moment of silence as the two stared each other down, Florence hard and unyielding, the tips of her nails pressing into the pressed and ironed linen of her suit, Freddie full of pent up static, his eyes squinted against her glare.
When the silence broke, it was all at once–
“Well? What is i–”
“Florence, I’m not kiddi–”
–then not at all, as they glared at each other again.
This time, Freddie broke first.
“Look. Florence. I didn’t do anything!”
Florence looked at him for a long time, then glanced over at the door to the spare room, her eyes lighting up. “Right. You won’t mind if I take a look in there then?”
Freddie took a breath, then shrugged with determined nonchalance. “Be my guess, Miss Vassy.”
Rolling her eyes, Florence crossed to the door and turned the knob, only pausing to shoot him a surprised look when the door opened easily, unlocked. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable shout.
It didn’t come.
Opening first one eye, then the other, he looked around, then at the door – it was still ajar and he could see the faint glare of the light on inside. It wasn’t until he approached, that Florence spoke.
“Really, Freddie?” She held the large, yellow snake up, her arms supporting its body easily as it turned its face towards him. “A giant snake? That’s what this was about?” Freddie started to mumble a response, but Florence shook her head. “Whatever…I…does it have a name?”
He mumbled something and she tilted her head, prompting him to speak up. “I’ve been calling her Marilyn.”
Florence closed her eyes. “Right. Of course you would.” She stepped towards him, placing the snake in his arms and over his shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to think about this.”
As his second breezed out of the room, Freddie looked down at Marilyn’s shiny, pinkish eyes. “Could’ve gone worse I guess.”
