Another entry for the 100 Word Song. This week is brought to us by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and “Breaking the Girl.” I decided to resurrect Reggie and Gris from my story Easy Money. This scene takes place about 12 hours before the start of Easy Money and was written while blasting Blood Sugar Sex Magik.
“Shit, Reg, don’t do this. Something doesn’t feel right about this one.”
“C’mon, Gris, it’s why we’re here,” Reggie stuffed his antique Colt in his shoulder holster. He cocked his head, smirking. “And since when do you care? I thought we weren’t about that.”
“We’re not,” she scoffed, fingering her stim inhaler. Her blue eyes met his brown. “Call it professional concern. You’re the best gun in the colony and the Rogers need you.”
Reggie chuckled. “I know, so stop worrying. This job is gonna pay big.” Then he was gone, the Zephyr’s door quietly clicking shut.
Gris stared at the door for some time, twisting the inhaler around her grasp.
Eyes purple, she lowered the inhaler and whispered to the door, “I do care.”