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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Battle of the Boyfriends
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: None… and you’ll see why in about 300 words…
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,139
Summary: A simple disagreement between the cowboy and the redhead escalates into something larger.
Author’s Note: This is me, feeding![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sharpiesgal and her pet plot bunnies. Also… there are links to both sides of the argument in brackets after the specific items have been mentioned, should you be interested. I didn’t go into detail about them for fear of wrecking the humor. Oh, and unbetad and edited on the fly, so there may be errors.
Zayne was shaking his head, holding the door open for Zeklos. “I’m telling you, Zek, there’s something not right about that,” he laughed, following his partner into their home away from home.
Shrugging, Zeklos didn’t have an answer. “Nothing is as it seems,” Zek reminded him. “We need to acquire more information before you make any conclusions.”
“Maybe,” Reyes replied, dismissing Zek’s natural reticence. “What are the girls looking at over there?”
“How should I know, Zayne,” Andrej replied, distracted by a note on his desk. “I walked in beside you.”
“They’re laughing awfully hard,” he said, frowning. He pointed at where Hilary and Trish were gathered around the bulletin board designated for general use in homicide. “I’m going to go find out what they’re up to.”
“Of course you are,” Zeklos replied, smiling at his boyfriend. “You cannot stand to be out of the loop.”
“I love it when your mouth has trouble wrapping itself around English expressions. You make the cutest faces,” Zayne teased. “Be right back.”
He watched Zayne – or rather, Zayne’s denim-clad backside – move towards the women uncertain of what had gotten Reyes so riled up. Pulling his eyes off the beautiful figure he called his partner, Andy re-read the note James had left for him.
I found something that reminded me of the cowboy so I thought I’d leave it on the bulletin board for everyone to enjoy.
Lifting his gaze from the paper in his hands and directing it toward where Zayne stood arguing with Maxwell and Rollins, Andrej felt his stomach sink. It was beginning to become clear that the little disagreement James and Zayne had had the night before hadn’t been either forgotten or forgiven. So much for believing that the two of them had made any progress at all. Sometimes, it made Andrej miss Elias, or even being lonely, single, and in love with a man he couldn’t ever have.
Shoving the note into his pocket, Zeklos crossed the room and stopped a short distance from Zayne’s side. “Why are you fighting with Trish and Hilary, Zayne?”
“Because they won’t let me take this down,” he said, angrily pointing at a cartoon pinned to the bulletin board. “Your boyfriend, that goddamned narco, put it up here.” [1]
Andrej’s eyes flashed to where Zayne had pointed. James had scrawled the words sound familiar, cowboy across the bottom of the offending page in black marker. Reading the comic, Zeklos found himself having a hard time not smiling because James was right, it was Zayne to a ‘T’. Or, it had been at one point. “Zayne,” he began.
Reyes interrupted him. “No, Zek. Don’t you even dare. I know I was a shitty boyfriend to Hil, and I have no doubt she’d agree, but this isn’t right.” He looked to Hilary for confirmation before glaring angrily at Zeklos again. “I’m going to go have a few words with that asshole.”
Defeated, Zeklos didn’t even bother to chase after his partner. Eventually Zayne and Jay would have to figure this out themselves, he couldn’t keep interfering. However, Andrej wished they were mature enough to keep it out of the workplace. “Doamne ajuta-ma,” he muttered, knowing it’d take more than God to help him right then.
“Why is he so certain it was Rosewood,” Hilary asked, drawing Zeklos out of himself.
“They had an argument last night,” Andrej said. “It started as a joke and evolved into something… unpleasant. And then there’s this.” He pulled the note out of his pocket.
Trish took the wadded bit of paper out of his hand and unfolded it. A smile tugged at the corners of her delicate mouth. “Oh, Andy, honey. I think you might want to relocate for a bit.”
Leaning over Rollins’ shoulder, Hilary read the note. “Oh, the narco is starting some serious shit poking at Reyes like that,” she said. “I second T’s suggestion. You have any vacation time you can use?”
Snagging the note back out of Trish’s hand, Andrej glared at them. “You could have stemmed the tide that is Zayne Reyes,” he said, angry at them both for inciting Zayne even more than James already had. “Why do you always encourage him?”
Turning on his heel, Zeklos headed for the elevator and the home of the narcotic’s division.
“Damn,” Trish laughed as he walked away. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Andy so pissed before.”
“That’s because if the narco and my idiot ex don’t make up, nobody’s getting anything at home.”
God, maybe he shouldn’t have ever left Romania. He wondered if it was too late to return home and pretend like he’d never left.
xx
“Are you still angry with Jay,” Andrej asked, pulling into the driveway ten hours after they’d left the house. He waited while the garage door went up, studying Zayne where he sat in the passenger’s seat. “He was only making fun.”
Two heated green eyes fixated on him. “It wasn’t funny, Zek. He knows how hard I’m trying to change my ways. God only knows I screwed things up with Hil often enough.”
He parked his car in its usual spot, Zayne’s battered old truck taking up the other half of the garage. Shutting off the engine, Andrej disengaged his seatbelt and turned to face his partner and boyfriend. “Yes, Jay does know,” he confirmed. “And it is most likely exactly why he thought it was so amusing, Zayne. You cannot take this so seriously.”
“Why the hell not,” Reyes fumed. “Why do I always have to be the one to swallow my anger while he can have all the fun he wants? Know what, never mind.” Zayne let himself out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
Andrej remained in the car long after Zayne had gone inside, thinking. Generally speaking, Zayne was the one who started the mini wars that were often raging between his two boyfriends. It was a startling turn of events for Jay to have thrown the gauntlet this time, but not entirely unexpected, either. Zayne had a bad habit of pranking James every chance he got. Sadly, he wasn’t as good natured when the joke was on him.
A text vibrated his phone in the cup holder. Reluctant, Zeklos took his phone into his hand and read the message.
You can’t stay in the garage all night, baby.
Ah, but he still had the keys. He could back out of the garage and… no. Running away wasn’t going to solve anything. He needed to get both of his boys together and fix this. Now.
I will be inside in a moment, Zayne. I was thinking.
It only took a moment, but he could feel all the worry poured into the three word response.
Are you mad?
Yes, he was mad. He was angry at them both for being such children, although he was even angrier at himself for allowing them to act this way. When the hell had he become father to two grown men? Finding James’ name in his contact list, Andrej sent off a quick text.
You’ve upset Zayne, Jay. I know you’re still angry about what he said, but you hurt his feelings.
James had to be home by now, but judging by how long it took for him to respond, Andrej worried that maybe he was still working.
He started it. He always starts it. I’m not apologizing this time.
Cowboy just sent me an angry text, too. Sorry, Andy, but game on.
Sighing, Andrej looked at the keys in the ignition and contemplated leaving again. The girls had been right, this feud was long from over and it wasn’t going to be pretty in the meantime. Trying to quiet his thundering heart, Zeklos let himself out of the car and into the house.
“About damn time,” Zayne said, waving a hand at Andy from the couch. “You shouldn’t pout so much, baby. It’ll wrinkle your gorgeous face.”
“I wasn’t pouting,” he defended. “I was thinking about these ridiculous arguments you and Jay keep having. Then, I texted him to let him know he hurt your feelings.”
“He doesn’t care,” Zayne said, not looking up from his phone.
Andrej didn’t know how to respond to that. “What are you doing?”
When he looked up, Zayne had that dangerous smile on his face. The one that said he was up to no good and no one was going to stop him. “Planning my revenge, why?”
Arms folded across his chest, Andrej stepped in front of Zayne and stared down at him. “You retaliate and you will be finding yourself a new place to live, Zayne. I am not enabling you and Jay any longer.”
“Wait, I can’t get one dig back at the asshole?”
Zayne’s green eyes pleaded with Zeklos and Andrej could feel himself giving in. “What did you have in mind?”
“You know how he loves to tease you about your secret stash of romance novels?” At Zeklos’ nod, he continued. “Well, I um, discovered that the narco has an equally secret stash of trashy erotica novels on his laptop.”
“Zayne,” Andrej said, already regretting asking, “how did you know he had this stash?”
He put his phone on the coffee table and batted his eyelashes at Zek. “I was annoyed with him and he left his laptop on so I thought I’d change his wallpaper. Can I help it if I went digging around on his hard drive? I’m a detective, you know. I have a need for answers.”
Translation: Zayne got nosy.
“Did you also know he’s rather adept with Photoshop? He put a set of devil horns on a picture of me and they almost look real.”
Andrej didn’t doubt that.
“But seriously, the book that caught my attention was sitting right on his desktop. If I hadn’t seen that, I wouldn’t have ever gone looking for more, Zek. I swear. But this one? It had three dudes on the cover.”
And he couldn’t help himself. “Was it any good?”
“What?” Zayne looked perplexed for a moment. “Oh, I didn’t read long enough to get to the good part, but it was really, really angsty.” He made a face.
Relaxing a bit, Andrej sat on the couch next to Zayne. “Again, I am asking you what your retribution will entail.”
“I copied a few of those books of his onto a flash drive and was going to put them on his work computer. Nothing too racy, not like the one I found, but one just suggestive enough to embarrass him.”
“Zayne, you could get him fired for that,” Zeklos said.
“You’d rather I change the lock screen on his phone to a picture of my naked ass?” His eyes lit up for a second. “I’d need your help taking a picture first.”
“Zayne,” Andrej half-laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant at all. You might want to think of something much less… troublesome.”
“Can I borrow some of your books?”
That pleading look had returned and Andrej knew he was done for. “Which ones,” he asked, knowing full well that Zayne wanted the trashiest of his only slightly trashy collection.
The imploring look morphed into one of mischief. “You still have the one you just finished? I saw it on the nightstand last night.”
Andrej’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes, why?”
Shrugging one shoulder, Zayne grinned. “Because I think it’s the perfect payback for that comic he left. I’m thinking I’ll leave it on his desk where everyone can see it.”
Of course he was. Andrej rose and strode off to his bedroom, cursing himself for agreeing to this. Jay was certain to know this book belonged to him and somehow that didn’t bother Zeklos nearly as much as it should. Opening the box he put his read books in, Andrej sought out the one he’d just finished and stared at the cover. Half naked man with a bared, ripped abdomen… and a cowboy hat. He was going to pay for this at some point in his life.
“You only live once,” he muttered, rising and returning to where Reyes still sat on the couch. “Is this the book you were referring to, Zayne?”
Reyes took the book from Andrej and grinned. “Texas Pride,” he read. [A] “Yup, that’s the one. Figure the cover content alone will be enough to piss the ginger off.”
“Will you let it go and apologize after this, Zayne?” Afraid he already knew the answer, he had to ask all the same.
“Sure,” Reyes replied, a little too quickly. “Just so long as the narco doesn’t continue to start shit, I’ll behave myself.”
It was a start, although an ominous one. Zeklos looked and Reyes and sighed. Sometimes he thought that if it weren’t for bad luck, he wouldn’t have any luck at all.
And the chaos continues here.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: None… and you’ll see why in about 300 words…
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,139
Summary: A simple disagreement between the cowboy and the redhead escalates into something larger.
Author’s Note: This is me, feeding
sharpiesgal and her pet plot bunnies. Also… there are links to both sides of the argument in brackets after the specific items have been mentioned, should you be interested. I didn’t go into detail about them for fear of wrecking the humor. Oh, and unbetad and edited on the fly, so there may be errors.Zayne was shaking his head, holding the door open for Zeklos. “I’m telling you, Zek, there’s something not right about that,” he laughed, following his partner into their home away from home.
Shrugging, Zeklos didn’t have an answer. “Nothing is as it seems,” Zek reminded him. “We need to acquire more information before you make any conclusions.”
“Maybe,” Reyes replied, dismissing Zek’s natural reticence. “What are the girls looking at over there?”
“How should I know, Zayne,” Andrej replied, distracted by a note on his desk. “I walked in beside you.”
“They’re laughing awfully hard,” he said, frowning. He pointed at where Hilary and Trish were gathered around the bulletin board designated for general use in homicide. “I’m going to go find out what they’re up to.”
“Of course you are,” Zeklos replied, smiling at his boyfriend. “You cannot stand to be out of the loop.”
“I love it when your mouth has trouble wrapping itself around English expressions. You make the cutest faces,” Zayne teased. “Be right back.”
He watched Zayne – or rather, Zayne’s denim-clad backside – move towards the women uncertain of what had gotten Reyes so riled up. Pulling his eyes off the beautiful figure he called his partner, Andy re-read the note James had left for him.
I found something that reminded me of the cowboy so I thought I’d leave it on the bulletin board for everyone to enjoy.
Lifting his gaze from the paper in his hands and directing it toward where Zayne stood arguing with Maxwell and Rollins, Andrej felt his stomach sink. It was beginning to become clear that the little disagreement James and Zayne had had the night before hadn’t been either forgotten or forgiven. So much for believing that the two of them had made any progress at all. Sometimes, it made Andrej miss Elias, or even being lonely, single, and in love with a man he couldn’t ever have.
Shoving the note into his pocket, Zeklos crossed the room and stopped a short distance from Zayne’s side. “Why are you fighting with Trish and Hilary, Zayne?”
“Because they won’t let me take this down,” he said, angrily pointing at a cartoon pinned to the bulletin board. “Your boyfriend, that goddamned narco, put it up here.” [1]
Andrej’s eyes flashed to where Zayne had pointed. James had scrawled the words sound familiar, cowboy across the bottom of the offending page in black marker. Reading the comic, Zeklos found himself having a hard time not smiling because James was right, it was Zayne to a ‘T’. Or, it had been at one point. “Zayne,” he began.
Reyes interrupted him. “No, Zek. Don’t you even dare. I know I was a shitty boyfriend to Hil, and I have no doubt she’d agree, but this isn’t right.” He looked to Hilary for confirmation before glaring angrily at Zeklos again. “I’m going to go have a few words with that asshole.”
Defeated, Zeklos didn’t even bother to chase after his partner. Eventually Zayne and Jay would have to figure this out themselves, he couldn’t keep interfering. However, Andrej wished they were mature enough to keep it out of the workplace. “Doamne ajuta-ma,” he muttered, knowing it’d take more than God to help him right then.
“Why is he so certain it was Rosewood,” Hilary asked, drawing Zeklos out of himself.
“They had an argument last night,” Andrej said. “It started as a joke and evolved into something… unpleasant. And then there’s this.” He pulled the note out of his pocket.
Trish took the wadded bit of paper out of his hand and unfolded it. A smile tugged at the corners of her delicate mouth. “Oh, Andy, honey. I think you might want to relocate for a bit.”
Leaning over Rollins’ shoulder, Hilary read the note. “Oh, the narco is starting some serious shit poking at Reyes like that,” she said. “I second T’s suggestion. You have any vacation time you can use?”
Snagging the note back out of Trish’s hand, Andrej glared at them. “You could have stemmed the tide that is Zayne Reyes,” he said, angry at them both for inciting Zayne even more than James already had. “Why do you always encourage him?”
Turning on his heel, Zeklos headed for the elevator and the home of the narcotic’s division.
“Damn,” Trish laughed as he walked away. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Andy so pissed before.”
“That’s because if the narco and my idiot ex don’t make up, nobody’s getting anything at home.”
God, maybe he shouldn’t have ever left Romania. He wondered if it was too late to return home and pretend like he’d never left.
xx
“Are you still angry with Jay,” Andrej asked, pulling into the driveway ten hours after they’d left the house. He waited while the garage door went up, studying Zayne where he sat in the passenger’s seat. “He was only making fun.”
Two heated green eyes fixated on him. “It wasn’t funny, Zek. He knows how hard I’m trying to change my ways. God only knows I screwed things up with Hil often enough.”
He parked his car in its usual spot, Zayne’s battered old truck taking up the other half of the garage. Shutting off the engine, Andrej disengaged his seatbelt and turned to face his partner and boyfriend. “Yes, Jay does know,” he confirmed. “And it is most likely exactly why he thought it was so amusing, Zayne. You cannot take this so seriously.”
“Why the hell not,” Reyes fumed. “Why do I always have to be the one to swallow my anger while he can have all the fun he wants? Know what, never mind.” Zayne let himself out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
Andrej remained in the car long after Zayne had gone inside, thinking. Generally speaking, Zayne was the one who started the mini wars that were often raging between his two boyfriends. It was a startling turn of events for Jay to have thrown the gauntlet this time, but not entirely unexpected, either. Zayne had a bad habit of pranking James every chance he got. Sadly, he wasn’t as good natured when the joke was on him.
A text vibrated his phone in the cup holder. Reluctant, Zeklos took his phone into his hand and read the message.
You can’t stay in the garage all night, baby.
Ah, but he still had the keys. He could back out of the garage and… no. Running away wasn’t going to solve anything. He needed to get both of his boys together and fix this. Now.
I will be inside in a moment, Zayne. I was thinking.
It only took a moment, but he could feel all the worry poured into the three word response.
Are you mad?
Yes, he was mad. He was angry at them both for being such children, although he was even angrier at himself for allowing them to act this way. When the hell had he become father to two grown men? Finding James’ name in his contact list, Andrej sent off a quick text.
You’ve upset Zayne, Jay. I know you’re still angry about what he said, but you hurt his feelings.
James had to be home by now, but judging by how long it took for him to respond, Andrej worried that maybe he was still working.
He started it. He always starts it. I’m not apologizing this time.
Cowboy just sent me an angry text, too. Sorry, Andy, but game on.
Sighing, Andrej looked at the keys in the ignition and contemplated leaving again. The girls had been right, this feud was long from over and it wasn’t going to be pretty in the meantime. Trying to quiet his thundering heart, Zeklos let himself out of the car and into the house.
“About damn time,” Zayne said, waving a hand at Andy from the couch. “You shouldn’t pout so much, baby. It’ll wrinkle your gorgeous face.”
“I wasn’t pouting,” he defended. “I was thinking about these ridiculous arguments you and Jay keep having. Then, I texted him to let him know he hurt your feelings.”
“He doesn’t care,” Zayne said, not looking up from his phone.
Andrej didn’t know how to respond to that. “What are you doing?”
When he looked up, Zayne had that dangerous smile on his face. The one that said he was up to no good and no one was going to stop him. “Planning my revenge, why?”
Arms folded across his chest, Andrej stepped in front of Zayne and stared down at him. “You retaliate and you will be finding yourself a new place to live, Zayne. I am not enabling you and Jay any longer.”
“Wait, I can’t get one dig back at the asshole?”
Zayne’s green eyes pleaded with Zeklos and Andrej could feel himself giving in. “What did you have in mind?”
“You know how he loves to tease you about your secret stash of romance novels?” At Zeklos’ nod, he continued. “Well, I um, discovered that the narco has an equally secret stash of trashy erotica novels on his laptop.”
“Zayne,” Andrej said, already regretting asking, “how did you know he had this stash?”
He put his phone on the coffee table and batted his eyelashes at Zek. “I was annoyed with him and he left his laptop on so I thought I’d change his wallpaper. Can I help it if I went digging around on his hard drive? I’m a detective, you know. I have a need for answers.”
Translation: Zayne got nosy.
“Did you also know he’s rather adept with Photoshop? He put a set of devil horns on a picture of me and they almost look real.”
Andrej didn’t doubt that.
“But seriously, the book that caught my attention was sitting right on his desktop. If I hadn’t seen that, I wouldn’t have ever gone looking for more, Zek. I swear. But this one? It had three dudes on the cover.”
And he couldn’t help himself. “Was it any good?”
“What?” Zayne looked perplexed for a moment. “Oh, I didn’t read long enough to get to the good part, but it was really, really angsty.” He made a face.
Relaxing a bit, Andrej sat on the couch next to Zayne. “Again, I am asking you what your retribution will entail.”
“I copied a few of those books of his onto a flash drive and was going to put them on his work computer. Nothing too racy, not like the one I found, but one just suggestive enough to embarrass him.”
“Zayne, you could get him fired for that,” Zeklos said.
“You’d rather I change the lock screen on his phone to a picture of my naked ass?” His eyes lit up for a second. “I’d need your help taking a picture first.”
“Zayne,” Andrej half-laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant at all. You might want to think of something much less… troublesome.”
“Can I borrow some of your books?”
That pleading look had returned and Andrej knew he was done for. “Which ones,” he asked, knowing full well that Zayne wanted the trashiest of his only slightly trashy collection.
The imploring look morphed into one of mischief. “You still have the one you just finished? I saw it on the nightstand last night.”
Andrej’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes, why?”
Shrugging one shoulder, Zayne grinned. “Because I think it’s the perfect payback for that comic he left. I’m thinking I’ll leave it on his desk where everyone can see it.”
Of course he was. Andrej rose and strode off to his bedroom, cursing himself for agreeing to this. Jay was certain to know this book belonged to him and somehow that didn’t bother Zeklos nearly as much as it should. Opening the box he put his read books in, Andrej sought out the one he’d just finished and stared at the cover. Half naked man with a bared, ripped abdomen… and a cowboy hat. He was going to pay for this at some point in his life.
“You only live once,” he muttered, rising and returning to where Reyes still sat on the couch. “Is this the book you were referring to, Zayne?”
Reyes took the book from Andrej and grinned. “Texas Pride,” he read. [A] “Yup, that’s the one. Figure the cover content alone will be enough to piss the ginger off.”
“Will you let it go and apologize after this, Zayne?” Afraid he already knew the answer, he had to ask all the same.
“Sure,” Reyes replied, a little too quickly. “Just so long as the narco doesn’t continue to start shit, I’ll behave myself.”
It was a start, although an ominous one. Zeklos looked and Reyes and sighed. Sometimes he thought that if it weren’t for bad luck, he wouldn’t have any luck at all.
And the chaos continues here.
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Date: 2016-08-25 01:10 am (UTC)Exactly what did Zayne say to rile Jay so?
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Date: 2016-08-25 04:24 pm (UTC)I don't know, they won't tell me. Probably Zayne bragging that he was better in bed or something equally annoying. :D
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Date: 2016-08-25 04:42 pm (UTC)like that. Andy should make him sleep in his room until he and Jay make up.
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Date: 2016-08-25 05:25 pm (UTC)Andy does retaliate somewhat... :D
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Date: 2018-10-03 03:22 am (UTC)OOOH. If the cupcake shop is still down there GO GET A CUPCAKE.
Not for nothing but when I get on the freeway to come into town for work, I can see the High Roller and I'm technically in another city. :)
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Date: 2018-10-03 10:27 am (UTC)Hey, would you like to come with us on the High Roller on Sunday night? Our other friend L's dad died unexpectedly, so she probably can't make it now, so we have a spare ticket for 8pm (I think). L was going to have dinner with B and I beforehand too, so let me know if you're interested in that too - she has to put names on the tix, so let me know asap and your wish may be granted!
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Date: 2018-10-03 05:43 pm (UTC)Hopefully your friend is able to get out and think about something else for a bit.
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Date: 2018-10-03 06:07 pm (UTC)I understand! Although if you change your mind, let me know. It wouldn't be a super late night as I think it only takes half an hour so you could be on your way home by 8.30pm. But no worries. ;-)
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Date: 2018-10-03 09:25 pm (UTC)(And if you're wondering, I've taken Tuesday off so I can recuperate after Ka. LOL)
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Date: 2018-10-03 11:25 pm (UTC)If only I could convince you to take Monday off too... HA! But it's okay; I get it totally. You do what you have to! It's a pity to waste the ticket, but I have told L. She bought them and still has to get ours to us - hopefully she can email them!
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Date: 2018-10-03 11:38 pm (UTC)Ugh. My boss is a good man, but he's such a whiny bitch whenever I ask for time off. I've only taken 3 days all year (two were for my husband's health issues) and he only begrudgingly let me have Tuesday off. Otherwise, I totally would! I hope you can get your tickets without issue, too!
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Date: 2018-10-03 11:58 pm (UTC)I can't help but wonder at whiny bitch bosses! Honestly, if they need a day off, they take it, right? I assume you do get at least some holidays (vacation days) otherwise, OMG! I know America is one of the only countries in the world where there is no law governing the minimum number of annual leave days, which is crazy! But anyhow, no worries; I thought it worth a second try! ;-P
I'm pretty sure she'll be able to email them, so we should be fine. If we don't get to see her, sending the money may be more hassle... hopefully I can paypal her.
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Date: 2018-10-04 09:46 pm (UTC)Ugh, men, is all I can say because he's not like this when my two male co-workers take time off. And yeah, this particular boss takes at least two 10-day vacations every year so why can't I actually USE my vacation time? Yeah, the US is stupid in so many ways it's not even funny. But I do appreciate it very much!
Yikes, I hope you can get it all figured out. Good luck!
On a more amusing note, I reminded my husband about Monday night and the kids overheard. My younger child said, "But you can't go out on a Monday, we'll starve!" (We usually go out on Tuesday nights, an old habit from when the other child was playing tennis. My husband and older child cannot make a decision regarding food to save their lives.)