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| From Vacation by � vision_wolfe There was light struggling through the blinds, but Alley didn't want to wake up. A dream including, but not limited to, a beach, some margaritas, and a shirtless waiter named Pedro was pulling her lazily back toward unconsciousness and- "WOW, folks, looks like winter has finally arrived, kicking up more than its usual fuss. There's an ice warning, and if you're goin' ta work, be mighty careful! Kids, you'll be happy to know that all schools in the Metroplex area are closed, so you all have the day off, looks like" Alley jerked from her dream to the scream of the radio and a guy with a ridiculous accent predicting disaster. She tossed the quilt aside, glared menacingly in the direction of the room where the noise was coming from, and noticed Kel standing in the bedroom doorway. He was a bull of a man, from his massive shoulders to the set of his lean jaw, but the look in his jade eyes was one of mixed worry and mirth. He held a cup of coffee in one large, fine hand, and the other raked through his messy and straight-on-end hair. Alley muttered, "What're you gawking at?" while she scraped a small hand through her own dark mop of hair, looking for Amber, who was usually a ball of hyperactive sunshine just after dawn. "It's snowing out. Roads closed all over the place." Kel sighed melodramatically. Alley raised a brow in confusion. "So?" "Can't go anywhere in this, dammit. And I have stuff to do." Alley got up and walked somewhat unsteadily to the coffeemaker, where she succeeded in pouring herself a cup, only spilling about half of it onto the counter, herself, and the cat. Amber barrelled out of the bathroom, fully suited up in hat, gloves, scarf, mitts, and a jacket that made her look like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Its blinding white down puffiness, accentuated with blue scarf and mitts and a hat that had one of those tassel things on it, caused Alley to look up and spit coffee all over the fridge in front of her. Amber looked miffed. "What're you laughing at?" She crossed her arms- noisily, and with difficulty, in that jacket- and pouted with redheaded vehemency at Alley, who tried to apologise with a straight face. "Sorry, Ber...it's just, well...it's...." She suffered another giggle fit and bent over at the waist, pounding on the counter in time with her guffaws. Amber looked confused, and then peeked at her huge husband. Kel bit his lip and looked back at his wife as lovingly as possible. He was not going to laugh. He was SO not going to laugh. She'd kick his ass from here to Thursday...and it was only Monday morning. Alley got a grip and went, with resignation, to look out the window at the end of her vacation from the blustery East, where the snow was as permanent as death and taxes. She opened the curtains. Stared with utter disbelief at what she saw. Snow. Three lousy inches of it. Three piddling, miniscule, boring, unimpressive inches of it. And then she truly melted into hysterics. She'd forgotten-she was wintering in Texas. Kel and Amber continued to stare. ~~~ Vision Wolf, back from vacation-guess where? Bother! said Pooh, as he put the coffee in the microwave. |
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