Post by Eden Morgan on Aug 14, 2009 5:18:30 GMT -5
The scene opens to one of… honestly I don’t know what the hell it opens to. There’s just some crazy shit going on. From the sheer drabness of the room, we can tell that we are in a hotel room with the typical mauve, green, and blue privacy curtains covering the windows and shielding from prying eyes, though there are enough in the bedroom at the moment. Thankfully, this is a larger bedroom and thus it doesn’t seem too crowded with the two camera guys, Jezebel Saint, and Salem. Miss Saint is currently in a state of undress lying on the bed, the black sheets rumpled and draped haphazardly, covering her pale skin… somewhat. The sheets only serve to act as a frame for her rather than cover her. What hotel has black sheets, you ask? The ones where Miss Saint stays and brings her own. Have you seen hotel sheets? They’re disgusting. Moving along-
Salem lies beside her in the bed, leaning against the headboard in a partially sitting up position. His naked chest, though maybe not the naked chest you were hoping for, is exposed with the sheet draped almost as an afterthought across his thighs. The scene would be one of relaxation and anyone seeing it might feel guilty for intruding on such a private moment, except something is amiss. Could it be the fact that Jezebel’s trademark bright red hair has been replaced by long and flowing bleach blonde locks to rival that of Pamela Anderson? Or the fact that Salem’s hair has been cut short and he is now sporting what one hopes to be a wig that makes him look like a Zack Morris ripoff? Probably.
“Oh, Jarek, I don’t know what I would do without your washed up ass!”
This line delivered by Jezebel as she dramatically throws an arm over her forehead while still trying to read the very obvious card in her hand for her next line. She turns to Salem, a disgusting and quite simpering look of adoration misplaced on her face.
“You are such a good man to take care of me and my daughter by another guy. I’m sorry I was such a slut, but you’re reaping the benefits now, you lucky dog, you.”
“Chassie” delivers her lines with perfectly cheesetastic smiles to accompany them, batting her eyelashes at what we now know is the fake Jarek. “Jarek” smiles back at her exaggeratedly and puts an arm around her.
“Awww shucks hun, you know I gotta do something. Can’t sit on my ass all day and just wait for something to fall in my lap or for someone to give me a handout like when I used to actually wrestle.”
“Jarek” pauses to read his next line and a burst of laughter escapes from his throat before it is quickly suppressed. He clears his throat and turns to “Chassie.”
“And you know it’s my pleasure to take care of you and the kid. She looks just like you, you know. And that’s great for me because I have a ready-made replacement for you when your mouth overloads your ass as it probably will eventually.”
“Chassie” playfully swats at “Jarek’s” naked chest, batting her eyelashes so much it looks like there may be a small sandstorm somewhere over yonder tonight.
“Oh Jarek, you’re so romantically!” she simpers at him.
The cameraman tries to suppress a laugh and noting it out of the corner of an eye, “Chassie” calls a brief halt to the proceedings. When the cameraman lowers the camera and lets out a very audible chuckle, she rolls her eyes and sits up in bed, yanking the trashy blonde hair from her head and letting her own, natural bright red hair tumble about her. “Jarek” waggles his brows at her in amusement and Jezebel hits him with the wig, good-naturedly.
“Shaddup, you. We have to wait on Klaus anyway. This is the part where our daughter comes in “Jarek.” Jezebel says the last part with a very annoying high pitch to her voice. Salem laughs at her.
“I still say he won’t do it,” he says with a shake of his head.
“Sure he will, we agreed.”
“An unfair agreement on your part, my dear. The man was a fucking zombie and would have agreed to have his nuts cut off at that point.”
Jezebel heaves a sigh, realizing that what Salem is saying is likely true.
“Ah well, one can hope.”
Just then the two hear a commotion outside their room and Jezebel motions to the camera guy to get ready and she quickly rearranges herself into her former pose. She looks to the door, a big fake smile on her face. Beside her, Salem clears his throat and she glances at him out of the corner of her eye as he smirks at her, pointing to his head and looking to her meaningfully. Jezebel’s eyes momentarily narrow in incomprehension as she touches her own head, inspecting it for some sort of unknown damage. Comprehension dawns in her eyes and she hurriedly slaps the blonde mess back on her head, the sickly yellow strands blending with her more vibrant hue and turning her head into a hot mess. Salem chokes back a laugh when she looks at him with a huge, exaggerated smile on her face and then looks back at the door which is now opening to reveal a very disgruntled looking KvK attired in… not what he was supposed to be wearing. Salem was right and she can see by his smug grin that he knows it. Still, she tries to be hopeful.
“Where’s your outfit? Didn’t it fit or something?”
Klaus raises an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, that's not happening. I dunno what the fuck kinda kinky fetish porno scene you're shooting here, but I'm not wearing that. Especially now that most of it is stuck in the toilet."
Jezebel just looks at him in shock.
"Toilet?! What....but, you promised!" her voice trails off a bit toward the end and she sticks her lower lip out, pouting at him, trying to get her way in one of the most age-old and time honored feminine guiles of all time. Unfortunately, sympathy is not one of KvK’s strong points.
"Hey, you know I'll do a lot just for the lols, but acting like a teenager and cross-dressing are both way over the line. Even separately." At this point, KvK wanders off in search of who knows what and Jezebel shares a disgusted look with Salem.
“Well this is fucked now,” she mutters as she pulls the blonde wig off of her head, ruffling her own hair and treating the camera guy to a nice view of her black tape clad bosom.
“Are you shitting me? For once Chassie was hot… well other than that magazine that time,” Salem says almost to himself. Jezebel laughs.
“And for once, Jarek had talent,” she offers, about to say something more but she stops when she spies a beer in KvK’s good hand. Her mouth drops open in shock, but she recovers and springs from the bed to snatch the bottle out of his hand.
"What are you, suicidal?! You can't drink, you're on heavy medication!"
Jezebel hides the beer behind her back momentarily before noting that KvK is more focused on her boobs than the lost beer. With a chuckle she withdraws the beer and takes a sip, posing before him
“Thanks, I could use a beer.”
Salem can be heard to snicker from the bed as Klaus takes in an eyeful of Saint’s well-honed body, showing a lot but not enough to send the censors into a tizzy. The nipples of her breasts have been covered by black tape, a sort of self-censorship that is somewhat sexier than the actual sight of what it covers. Her lower half is “covered” by some black bikini bottoms. Men are so predictable, she thinks as she swallows down the beer, looking to KvK who’s hand is still in the same position it was when she snatched said bottle away from him, his mouth agape. Suddenly, he seems to snap out of it, yelling and snatching for the beer. Uh oh.
“Don't take a man's beer from him, wonder tits. That's how wars start." KvK lectures her before upending the beer and draining the bottle of its contents as she struggles to get it back.
"You idiot. You'll end up right back in the hospital, you know." Jezebel backs away from KvK, an annoyed expression on her face, her arms crossed over her chest in more of an expression of disapproval than modesty. KvK rolls his eyes at her warning.
"I'll be fine. I didn't take today's dose yet, so...." KvK trails off, an odd expression coming over his visage just before his body goes completely limp and he goes right through the coffee table. Jezebel moves a little closer and looks at him in resignation.
“Right..”
She turns to Salem who smirks at KvK and she lets out an exasperated sigh as she makes her way across the room to pick up the hotel phone.
“I haven’t got time to babysit that jackass, I’ve got an actual child to look after.”
With her hands on her hips, she listens to the ringing after she dials the room she wants. Poor Nate answers the phone almost like a man on death row. Ah well… better him than her.
“Nate, it’s Jez. Your mentor is passed out on my floor after taking a header into my coffee table. Yeah. Please come get his ass and take him… somewhere. I can’t babysit him, I’m taking Havyn to the circus this afternoon. Thanks Nate. Oh, and one more thing… keep him away from Salem. Klaus isn’t exactly in the most normal frame of mind and I don’t feel like bailing them out of jail. Okay, see you soon.”
With that, Jezebel hangs up the phone and turns to look at Klaus who is snoring away in the middle of the mess he made. Salem simply raises an eyebrow at her, we can assume from her warning to Korpi. She glares at him and moves on into the bathroom to get changed for the circus.
Later that afternoon…
Jezebel Saint makes her way through the crowd of people, one hand holding onto her daughter’s and the other somehow managing to balance a small popcorn, drink, and some cotton candy. When they get to their seat, she passes the wispy pure sugar concoction off to her daughter who starts to devour the treat greedily. Jezebel watches her munch away on the stuff and smiles softly, brushing her daughter’s bright red hair, so like her own, away from her forehead. It falls right back in place and her daughter looks to her, the pink of the fluffy sugar cloud staining the corners of her mouth.
“I love the circus, mommy!” The 5-year old peels her eyes away from her mother and focuses all of her attention on the rings in the middle of the arena. She kicks her feet excitedly and Jezebel moves her drink over to ensure an accident doesn’t occur.
“I like the circus too, Havyn, but I really just enjoy being here with you. We need to do this more often. Well, not just the circus. How about from now on we have a girl’s day, just me and you, twice a week? All us, all day. Whatever you want to do.” Jezebel studies her daughter for her reaction. Havyn turns to her excitedly.
“That sounds like fun! We can go to see a movie, go to the zoo, go to Chuckie Cheese, the aquarium, the library, the park, the playground…” Havyn trails off as she continues to list everything they can do and Jezebel is just content to sit there and let her ramble, enjoying her excitement. She reaches an arm around Havyn and pulls her close, hugging her tight against her and kissing the top of her head. Havyn squirms a bit, but then lets her mom get all mushy before Jezebel releases her.
“I love you too, mommy,” Havyn smiles happily at her. Just then a trumpet sounds and the elephants come out, marching one behind the other to their respective rings to do their tricks that they have been trained to do so many times. Havyn’s eyes light up in excitement as she watches, spellbound. Several women come out and , as the elephants are doing their tricks, they begin to climb some long, ribbon-looking ropes into the air, moving gracefully and putting their bodies into positions that in no way appear comfortable. Between the bleach blonde hair on some of them, the obviously fake boobs, and the movements they are making, Jezebel has a sense of déjà vu and she rolls her eyes.
“Had I known I was going to see some strippers I would have brought some ones,” she mutters to herself before watching Havyn out of the corner of her eye, enjoying her reactions more than anything. The little girl is enthralled with the show and Jezebel finds herself wishing she could be that enthralled with something again, to look at something and just enjoy the beauty or the wonder of it and not see the ugliness and the ripped seams barely holding it all together. Sometimes, rose-colored glasses could be a good thing. In the midst of her daydreaming, her phone rings, jolting her out of her thoughts and back into reality. Seeing, Korpi’s number on her caller ID, she slides the phone open and plugs her other ear so she can hear better.
“What’s up, Nate? Wait, why the hell are you in Mexico?! Why didn’t you just knock him over the head with something and call it a day? He never would have known.”
Jezebel pauses, listening to Nate as he rambles on and on about what’s been going on. Her eyes go wide.
“WHAT?! What the fuck is Salem doing in Mexico?! I thought you were supposed to keep those two apart! Raenius was with you too? Oh shit…”
Several people glare at Jezebel, probably over her language, but at a time like this, finding out that a very drugged up Klaus, Raenius, and Salem are all in Mexico with no one but Nate Korpi to talk sense into them, one tends to use vulgarity. And Jezebel was not saying what she would love to say by any means.
“Okay, okay, just do what you can and try not to let them get into any trouble okay? Thanks Nate.”
Jezebel hangs up her phone, staring at it momentarily, wondering when her life turned into a circus. She laughs to herself, wondering when it wasn’t a circus. Ah well.
“Mommy was that Uncle Klaus?” Havyn asks.
“No baby, that was Nate. Uncle Klaus is behaving badly. Nate may have to put him in time out.” Jezebel turns back to look at the entertainers, lions and tigers now at center stage, doing various poses and jumping through hoops. She felt like that sometimes. Usually it was when she got sick of it all and ready to go back to her more simple life, the way things were before. Before when she just had to worry about some random drunken redneck not being able to take a joke instead of a baldheaded freakshow. But that time was past now. Have to move forward.
“Do you have a match this week, mommy?”
Her daughter’s words bring her out of her thoughts and she smiles at her.
“Yes baby, I do. But it’s nothing for you to worry about. Mommy’s going to kick their butts.” She brushes Havyn’s hair back again and offers her some popcorn. Popcorn and cotton candy, a combination only a kid could love.
“Have you seen Uncle Jet in his commercials on tv, Mommy? He’s like Super Man now!” Havyn gets excited, her face breaking into smiles when she talks about her “big Uncle Jet.” Jezebel rolls her eyes.
“Yes, I’ve seen them honey. All he’s missing is adding ‘Truth, Justice, and the American way’ and he’ll be the ultimate boy scout. I’m glad he’s doing well, though. Maybe he can come to visit us soon, would you like that?” Jezebel already knows the answer to that question. Havyn starts jumping up and down in her seat, spilling a little popcorn as she does.
“Yes, yes, yes, can we call him now?”
Jezebel smiles indulgently.
“We’ll call him after mommy’s match this week, okay baby? How does that sound?”
Havyn simply nods her assent, the roar of a tiger pulling her attention back to the show. Jezebel smiles at her and pulls her into her side again, kissing the top of her head and laying her cheek against her soft hair.
“I love you sweetie.”
Havyn gives Jezebel a cotton candy kiss on her cheek.
“I love you too, mommy.”
Salem lies beside her in the bed, leaning against the headboard in a partially sitting up position. His naked chest, though maybe not the naked chest you were hoping for, is exposed with the sheet draped almost as an afterthought across his thighs. The scene would be one of relaxation and anyone seeing it might feel guilty for intruding on such a private moment, except something is amiss. Could it be the fact that Jezebel’s trademark bright red hair has been replaced by long and flowing bleach blonde locks to rival that of Pamela Anderson? Or the fact that Salem’s hair has been cut short and he is now sporting what one hopes to be a wig that makes him look like a Zack Morris ripoff? Probably.
“Oh, Jarek, I don’t know what I would do without your washed up ass!”
This line delivered by Jezebel as she dramatically throws an arm over her forehead while still trying to read the very obvious card in her hand for her next line. She turns to Salem, a disgusting and quite simpering look of adoration misplaced on her face.
“You are such a good man to take care of me and my daughter by another guy. I’m sorry I was such a slut, but you’re reaping the benefits now, you lucky dog, you.”
“Chassie” delivers her lines with perfectly cheesetastic smiles to accompany them, batting her eyelashes at what we now know is the fake Jarek. “Jarek” smiles back at her exaggeratedly and puts an arm around her.
“Awww shucks hun, you know I gotta do something. Can’t sit on my ass all day and just wait for something to fall in my lap or for someone to give me a handout like when I used to actually wrestle.”
“Jarek” pauses to read his next line and a burst of laughter escapes from his throat before it is quickly suppressed. He clears his throat and turns to “Chassie.”
“And you know it’s my pleasure to take care of you and the kid. She looks just like you, you know. And that’s great for me because I have a ready-made replacement for you when your mouth overloads your ass as it probably will eventually.”
“Chassie” playfully swats at “Jarek’s” naked chest, batting her eyelashes so much it looks like there may be a small sandstorm somewhere over yonder tonight.
“Oh Jarek, you’re so romantically!” she simpers at him.
The cameraman tries to suppress a laugh and noting it out of the corner of an eye, “Chassie” calls a brief halt to the proceedings. When the cameraman lowers the camera and lets out a very audible chuckle, she rolls her eyes and sits up in bed, yanking the trashy blonde hair from her head and letting her own, natural bright red hair tumble about her. “Jarek” waggles his brows at her in amusement and Jezebel hits him with the wig, good-naturedly.
“Shaddup, you. We have to wait on Klaus anyway. This is the part where our daughter comes in “Jarek.” Jezebel says the last part with a very annoying high pitch to her voice. Salem laughs at her.
“I still say he won’t do it,” he says with a shake of his head.
“Sure he will, we agreed.”
“An unfair agreement on your part, my dear. The man was a fucking zombie and would have agreed to have his nuts cut off at that point.”
Jezebel heaves a sigh, realizing that what Salem is saying is likely true.
“Ah well, one can hope.”
Just then the two hear a commotion outside their room and Jezebel motions to the camera guy to get ready and she quickly rearranges herself into her former pose. She looks to the door, a big fake smile on her face. Beside her, Salem clears his throat and she glances at him out of the corner of her eye as he smirks at her, pointing to his head and looking to her meaningfully. Jezebel’s eyes momentarily narrow in incomprehension as she touches her own head, inspecting it for some sort of unknown damage. Comprehension dawns in her eyes and she hurriedly slaps the blonde mess back on her head, the sickly yellow strands blending with her more vibrant hue and turning her head into a hot mess. Salem chokes back a laugh when she looks at him with a huge, exaggerated smile on her face and then looks back at the door which is now opening to reveal a very disgruntled looking KvK attired in… not what he was supposed to be wearing. Salem was right and she can see by his smug grin that he knows it. Still, she tries to be hopeful.
“Where’s your outfit? Didn’t it fit or something?”
Klaus raises an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, that's not happening. I dunno what the fuck kinda kinky fetish porno scene you're shooting here, but I'm not wearing that. Especially now that most of it is stuck in the toilet."
Jezebel just looks at him in shock.
"Toilet?! What....but, you promised!" her voice trails off a bit toward the end and she sticks her lower lip out, pouting at him, trying to get her way in one of the most age-old and time honored feminine guiles of all time. Unfortunately, sympathy is not one of KvK’s strong points.
"Hey, you know I'll do a lot just for the lols, but acting like a teenager and cross-dressing are both way over the line. Even separately." At this point, KvK wanders off in search of who knows what and Jezebel shares a disgusted look with Salem.
“Well this is fucked now,” she mutters as she pulls the blonde wig off of her head, ruffling her own hair and treating the camera guy to a nice view of her black tape clad bosom.
“Are you shitting me? For once Chassie was hot… well other than that magazine that time,” Salem says almost to himself. Jezebel laughs.
“And for once, Jarek had talent,” she offers, about to say something more but she stops when she spies a beer in KvK’s good hand. Her mouth drops open in shock, but she recovers and springs from the bed to snatch the bottle out of his hand.
"What are you, suicidal?! You can't drink, you're on heavy medication!"
Jezebel hides the beer behind her back momentarily before noting that KvK is more focused on her boobs than the lost beer. With a chuckle she withdraws the beer and takes a sip, posing before him
“Thanks, I could use a beer.”
Salem can be heard to snicker from the bed as Klaus takes in an eyeful of Saint’s well-honed body, showing a lot but not enough to send the censors into a tizzy. The nipples of her breasts have been covered by black tape, a sort of self-censorship that is somewhat sexier than the actual sight of what it covers. Her lower half is “covered” by some black bikini bottoms. Men are so predictable, she thinks as she swallows down the beer, looking to KvK who’s hand is still in the same position it was when she snatched said bottle away from him, his mouth agape. Suddenly, he seems to snap out of it, yelling and snatching for the beer. Uh oh.
“Don't take a man's beer from him, wonder tits. That's how wars start." KvK lectures her before upending the beer and draining the bottle of its contents as she struggles to get it back.
"You idiot. You'll end up right back in the hospital, you know." Jezebel backs away from KvK, an annoyed expression on her face, her arms crossed over her chest in more of an expression of disapproval than modesty. KvK rolls his eyes at her warning.
"I'll be fine. I didn't take today's dose yet, so...." KvK trails off, an odd expression coming over his visage just before his body goes completely limp and he goes right through the coffee table. Jezebel moves a little closer and looks at him in resignation.
“Right..”
She turns to Salem who smirks at KvK and she lets out an exasperated sigh as she makes her way across the room to pick up the hotel phone.
“I haven’t got time to babysit that jackass, I’ve got an actual child to look after.”
With her hands on her hips, she listens to the ringing after she dials the room she wants. Poor Nate answers the phone almost like a man on death row. Ah well… better him than her.
“Nate, it’s Jez. Your mentor is passed out on my floor after taking a header into my coffee table. Yeah. Please come get his ass and take him… somewhere. I can’t babysit him, I’m taking Havyn to the circus this afternoon. Thanks Nate. Oh, and one more thing… keep him away from Salem. Klaus isn’t exactly in the most normal frame of mind and I don’t feel like bailing them out of jail. Okay, see you soon.”
With that, Jezebel hangs up the phone and turns to look at Klaus who is snoring away in the middle of the mess he made. Salem simply raises an eyebrow at her, we can assume from her warning to Korpi. She glares at him and moves on into the bathroom to get changed for the circus.
Later that afternoon…
Jezebel Saint makes her way through the crowd of people, one hand holding onto her daughter’s and the other somehow managing to balance a small popcorn, drink, and some cotton candy. When they get to their seat, she passes the wispy pure sugar concoction off to her daughter who starts to devour the treat greedily. Jezebel watches her munch away on the stuff and smiles softly, brushing her daughter’s bright red hair, so like her own, away from her forehead. It falls right back in place and her daughter looks to her, the pink of the fluffy sugar cloud staining the corners of her mouth.
“I love the circus, mommy!” The 5-year old peels her eyes away from her mother and focuses all of her attention on the rings in the middle of the arena. She kicks her feet excitedly and Jezebel moves her drink over to ensure an accident doesn’t occur.
“I like the circus too, Havyn, but I really just enjoy being here with you. We need to do this more often. Well, not just the circus. How about from now on we have a girl’s day, just me and you, twice a week? All us, all day. Whatever you want to do.” Jezebel studies her daughter for her reaction. Havyn turns to her excitedly.
“That sounds like fun! We can go to see a movie, go to the zoo, go to Chuckie Cheese, the aquarium, the library, the park, the playground…” Havyn trails off as she continues to list everything they can do and Jezebel is just content to sit there and let her ramble, enjoying her excitement. She reaches an arm around Havyn and pulls her close, hugging her tight against her and kissing the top of her head. Havyn squirms a bit, but then lets her mom get all mushy before Jezebel releases her.
“I love you too, mommy,” Havyn smiles happily at her. Just then a trumpet sounds and the elephants come out, marching one behind the other to their respective rings to do their tricks that they have been trained to do so many times. Havyn’s eyes light up in excitement as she watches, spellbound. Several women come out and , as the elephants are doing their tricks, they begin to climb some long, ribbon-looking ropes into the air, moving gracefully and putting their bodies into positions that in no way appear comfortable. Between the bleach blonde hair on some of them, the obviously fake boobs, and the movements they are making, Jezebel has a sense of déjà vu and she rolls her eyes.
“Had I known I was going to see some strippers I would have brought some ones,” she mutters to herself before watching Havyn out of the corner of her eye, enjoying her reactions more than anything. The little girl is enthralled with the show and Jezebel finds herself wishing she could be that enthralled with something again, to look at something and just enjoy the beauty or the wonder of it and not see the ugliness and the ripped seams barely holding it all together. Sometimes, rose-colored glasses could be a good thing. In the midst of her daydreaming, her phone rings, jolting her out of her thoughts and back into reality. Seeing, Korpi’s number on her caller ID, she slides the phone open and plugs her other ear so she can hear better.
“What’s up, Nate? Wait, why the hell are you in Mexico?! Why didn’t you just knock him over the head with something and call it a day? He never would have known.”
Jezebel pauses, listening to Nate as he rambles on and on about what’s been going on. Her eyes go wide.
“WHAT?! What the fuck is Salem doing in Mexico?! I thought you were supposed to keep those two apart! Raenius was with you too? Oh shit…”
Several people glare at Jezebel, probably over her language, but at a time like this, finding out that a very drugged up Klaus, Raenius, and Salem are all in Mexico with no one but Nate Korpi to talk sense into them, one tends to use vulgarity. And Jezebel was not saying what she would love to say by any means.
“Okay, okay, just do what you can and try not to let them get into any trouble okay? Thanks Nate.”
Jezebel hangs up her phone, staring at it momentarily, wondering when her life turned into a circus. She laughs to herself, wondering when it wasn’t a circus. Ah well.
“Mommy was that Uncle Klaus?” Havyn asks.
“No baby, that was Nate. Uncle Klaus is behaving badly. Nate may have to put him in time out.” Jezebel turns back to look at the entertainers, lions and tigers now at center stage, doing various poses and jumping through hoops. She felt like that sometimes. Usually it was when she got sick of it all and ready to go back to her more simple life, the way things were before. Before when she just had to worry about some random drunken redneck not being able to take a joke instead of a baldheaded freakshow. But that time was past now. Have to move forward.
“Do you have a match this week, mommy?”
Her daughter’s words bring her out of her thoughts and she smiles at her.
“Yes baby, I do. But it’s nothing for you to worry about. Mommy’s going to kick their butts.” She brushes Havyn’s hair back again and offers her some popcorn. Popcorn and cotton candy, a combination only a kid could love.
“Have you seen Uncle Jet in his commercials on tv, Mommy? He’s like Super Man now!” Havyn gets excited, her face breaking into smiles when she talks about her “big Uncle Jet.” Jezebel rolls her eyes.
“Yes, I’ve seen them honey. All he’s missing is adding ‘Truth, Justice, and the American way’ and he’ll be the ultimate boy scout. I’m glad he’s doing well, though. Maybe he can come to visit us soon, would you like that?” Jezebel already knows the answer to that question. Havyn starts jumping up and down in her seat, spilling a little popcorn as she does.
“Yes, yes, yes, can we call him now?”
Jezebel smiles indulgently.
“We’ll call him after mommy’s match this week, okay baby? How does that sound?”
Havyn simply nods her assent, the roar of a tiger pulling her attention back to the show. Jezebel smiles at her and pulls her into her side again, kissing the top of her head and laying her cheek against her soft hair.
“I love you sweetie.”
Havyn gives Jezebel a cotton candy kiss on her cheek.
“I love you too, mommy.”
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