House of Payne 3 Twist Stacy Gail

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memory, decision-making and problem-solving for seventy-two hours past your last official
concussion symptom, which explains why I m still here. You can t be trusted not to pull stupid shit,
like putting your slippers in the oven to warm them up, or whatever.
I wouldn t do that. Though toasty slippers did sound almost as nice as getting a Pomapoo&
Why not? I did this. He got up, went to the fridge she d decorated with the words Off with
his head! and a silhouette of the Mad Hatter, whose head was placed on the upper freezer section.
Twist pulled the freezer door open and fished out her missing alarm clock as if it were the most
natural thing in the world to do. She gaped at him as he sat back down and handed her the ice-cold
clock.
What in the world? She stared at it for a long moment before her fingers got too cold, and
she set it aside. What were you trying to do, freeze time?
Huh. The doc didn t say your sense of humor would veer into the realm of bad Dad jokes.
Though I guess that could be covered by the poor decision-making thing.
You put my alarm clock in the freezer for no good reason. What else am I supposed to
think?
I put it in there for a very good reason.
Which is?
It s loud.
She stared at him. It s an alarm clock. It s supposed to be loud.
Its ticking drove me fucking nuts. I swear to God, it got louder every time I closed my eyes.
So naturally you put it in the freezer.
I figured you d get pissed off if I threw it out the window. Burying it under a load of shit
inside the freezer was the next best thing. He finished up his eggs and pushed his plate away. I saw
some pretty interesting things in your freezer while I was digging around, by the way.
More interesting than an alarm clock?
Pig skins.
She stared at him blankly. My practice skins? What s so interesting about them? Wait, she
said before he could open his mouth. Is this about having no real food in my house? Because I have
an entire cabinet filled with Pop Tarts, and Pop Tarts are real food.
No they re not, but that s not even close to what I m talking about. He turned on his seat to
face her fully, one of his knees touching her hip, the other just brushing the side of her thigh. I know
your work just about as well as I know my own, but I ve never seen anything like those tats, Angel. I
mean, they re fucking fantastic. What you have in that freezer doesn t yet exist at least like that in
the world of ink as far as I know.
They re pretty good. Absurdly pleased that she d finally gotten a hint of praise from a man
who lived to trash her work, she also pushed her plate aside. I love pastels and the softer hues of
watercolor, but I wasn t sure how to get that kind of art accurately translated into tattooing until I
studied what they were doing over in Europe. No black outlines to weigh the color down, just like
watercolors on paper. But I thought something else was needed, so I tried something a little unusual. I
borrowed another technique, this time from the comic book world, and tried to see if it translated into
tattooing. So far, my experiments of blending these two art forms are turning out better than I had
expected.
What do you mean, the comic book world?
I let a ghost of skin show through by using a pattern that s very much like the dot matrix you
see in comic book shading. This new technique takes forever, not to mention a light touch and a lot of
patience. But the effects I ve come up with so far are pretty cool, especially that swirly, smoky look
of dye being dropped into water. That s my favorite so far.
It s incredible. You re going to blow Payne s mind when you show him what you ve been
cooking up.
He s never going to see it. She shook her head, then put a hand to the side of it where a
throb of pain told her exactly where her concussion had come from. I quit, remember? At least I
think I did.
He went still. You quit? When did you quit?
You mean you don t remember? Oh, that s not good. Her brow puckered while she kept her
hand cupped gingerly over the goose egg on her head. I didn t dream that I told Payne and Scout that
I was done, did I? Because I totally am, after being cut out of the concierge service.
You ve got to be fucking kidding me. His voice dropped to a growl, and his face hardened
into the scowl she knew all too well. You re quitting over that?
Being shut out of the idea that I came up with, admittedly while being a smartass to you, was
just the final straw. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to remember everything that had gone down the
night before, and only in the back of her mind did she wonder if she was imagining Twist s suddenly
dangerous vibe. I m so sick of that place, I don t even want to go back and collect whatever
personal stuff I left in my booth. They can throw it out, for all I care.
You didn t quit House Of Payne.
As far as I m concerned, they quit me a while ago. It just finally sank in that I needed to make
it mutual.
Okay, you re not reading me, so let me put it another way. Without warning he came to his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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