Less Dangerous

Alex: "Good morning, young lady. Where are you headed?"

"Um, out to get the paper."

"And you need a purse for that?"

"I don't like to go anywhere without it."

"I'm not sure where you were headed but forget about it."

"Dammit! Why the hell are you here on a Saturday anyway?"

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what."

"You came to my office yesterday, complaining you were bored."

"Oh."

"You begged me to take you to the museum."

"It is a very pretty place."

"You said if I took you there, you'd do anything I wanted in return... anything."

*gulp*

"Well, congratulations Luna! I decided to take you up on your offer. Go get changed because you're not wearing that to the museum."

"Wait!"

"Don't thank me now, just go."

"Can I still go get the paper?"

"Fuck no."

"Grrrr. Fine, I guess I'll go change."

"Here Luna, you forgot your purse."

Dangerous

Luna: “I want to go the docks.”

Asa: “No.”

“It’s pretty down there.”

“It’s also dangerous.”

“I don’t mind.”

“That’s part of the problem.”

“Sneak me out of here! I’m bored.”

“No.”

“I’ll do anything you want... anything.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sure!”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind.”

“I’m fucking bored, sir.”

“And I’m really fucking creative, Luna.”

“I can take it. I’ve seen you at your worst.”

“I guarantee, that you have not.”

“Oh, come on! I want to have some fun.”

“Only one of us will be having much fun.”

“So, do we have a deal?”

“Tell you what, babe. You sleep on it. Come back to me in the morning and if you still want to go, I’ll take you.”

“I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Good. I’ll be disappointed if you do.”

Cake

Michael: “Luna, where are you going with a box of sparklers?”

“Um, nowhere.”

“Get back here.”

“Okay.”

“It’s still light out. What are you doing with fireworks?”

“Taking them into the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“I made you a birthday cake!”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh yes! And I just needed a few more sparklers for the very top and then it’s ready. I’ll even let you light it.”

“I’ve got to see this.”

“Oh, I think you’ll be very impressed! Mostly at the sheer amount of sparklers.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“Pretty cool right? One for every year.”

“Luna how many are there, exactly?”

“Seventy two.”

“I am nowhere near seventy-two years old!”

“Well I didn’t know, so I went and got a few more.”

“Give me those.”

“Fine. Sheesh.”

“Now where are you going?”

“To get the cooking torch.”

“Luna hand that over.”

“No wait! I want to light your cake on fire.”

“Give that here.”

“Hey! Give that back! I only got one of them lit. ”

“Oh shit.”

“Hey look! Another one just lit on fire!”

“That’s fucking great.”

“Yay! They’re all catching on fire! So pretty.”

“Luna, how many times have I told you not to light fireworks inside the house?”

“What? I can’t hear you! The sparklers are getting noisy.”

“You’re in deep shit, Luna!”

“You’re welcome, Sir! I knew you’d like it. ”

“I can’t hear a thing you’re saying, Luna.”

“Wait until you taste the cake!

“I still can’t hear you.”

 “It’s delicious! …in most places.”

“It’s as smoky as hell in here, young lady!”

“Don’t worry, the sparklers are almost out.”

“I thought you were going to let me light the cake.”

“Sorry, I got a little excited. I could go get a few more sparklers… if you like.”

*dirty look*

“Cake?”

Anthony

Luna: “Hi there, Anthony. You can relax now, Asa’s gone. So, do you ever go by Tony? …No? Antonio? Anton? Tina?

Still not talking? Whatever, I’ll fill in the void. Which reminds me, you have a humongous package. You must be mighty proud of that thing.

*silence*

So, you’re not going to talk to me, like ever? This is lame. Very, very lame, Tina. There are so many things I want to know about you but if you’re not going to talk to me, eventually I’ll have no choice but to make up the answers myself.

I want to know where you came from. I want to know where you met Asa. Did he tell you about the last guy? I want to know what your favorite color is. I want to know what you’re allergic to. For no reason at all really, just curious.

What do you drive? What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have a brother? Can I have his number? Is he more talkative than you? Is your daddy cute? Oh, I bet he is and also well endowed, no doubt.

I wonder what your voice sounds like. Is it sexy? Is it low and sultry or do you sound like a girl? I bet you sound like a girl. Do you laugh like a girl? Do you, Tina?

*silence*

I’m starting to think you’re scared of me and that’s why you won’t talk to me. You’re scared of the big bad Luna.

Fine, you pussy. I’m calling you Tina from now on, from now on and forever. I hope you like it, bitch.”

Asa: “Anthony! Whoa hey buddy, put her down! Release the headlock… easy, easy. There you go man. Listen Anthony, I know she’s going to piss you off, she’s going to do it often but she’s not one of the boys and you’re not in prison anymore. Relax. Luna is a lady.”

Hello There

Asa: “Luna I want you to meet your new guard, Anthony.”

“Oh my god, are you kidding me? He’s fucking gorgeous!”

“Luna hands off the man.”

“But he’s so tall, dark and handsome! I’m suddenly in the mood for a little chocolate, if you know what I mean.”

“Luna he’s gay, very very gay.”

“Oh, I’ve heard that before.”

“Luna, hands off!”

“Wow, he doesn’t even flinch when you grope him! He doesn’t talk much either.”

“Anthony, consider yourself introduced. Call me if you need anything... And Luna, you fucking behave.”

“Like always! Bye now.”

Hoe

Luna headed down to the garden to pick another bouquet. Asa was close behind. She didn’t know he was there and bent over, to smell a pretty flower.

He reached up her skirt and grabbed her hips. Luna let out a peep. She tried to stand but he wouldn’t let her. He smiled and unzipped his pants.

With her hands in the dirt and ass in the air, the sun looked down from above. Asa gave her a lecture and eventually got off then tucked himself away.

He left her there head first in the garden and started back to the house.

Luna got up and looked around. She picked a pretty flower. She straightened her dress and fixed her hair then followed him back inside.

Precious

Alex: “Hi Luna! I see your flowers have expired. Off to throw them away?”

“No, off to give them to Asa.”

“Uh oh. What did he do now?”

“Nothing. He likes them this way.”

~~~

“Hi Asa.”

“Who let you in?”

”I brought you a bouquet of flowers.”

“Hey, don’t be throwing shit on my desk.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“How dare you, Luna. You know how much I hate wilted flowers.”

“I know. See you later.”