Going to the Sanctuary
By Missy

SERIES: Going to the Sanctuary
PART: 1 of 1
RATING: PG (Adult thematic material)
PAIRING(s): None
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CATEGORY: character study
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: Pre-Not Quite New York
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Squiggy tosses sticks into a flooded gutter...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For Cheshyre, on the occasion of her first anniversary in the fandom. Inspired by the Tori Amos song "Samurai."

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He hums to himself while the water level in the gutter rises.

It's just the right depth for floating a branch under the grating; just to see how far it'll go before sinking down into the murk.

He fixes his eyes dully on the branch. What a gyp; a perfectly good Saturday, and he's wasting it, watching a branch float down a gutter. It ain't like he's doing something cool, like watching a cockfight, or trying to pick up a dime a dance girl. Not that they ever really buy his stories.

Eh, it don't matter. He's got his eyes on the nudity and glitter of Sin City. Some girl's gotta wanna keep a guy like him. And when she wasn't lookin', he could get into the books, become a real, live Hollywood Agent. And then he and Lenny could swim all the way back to Oshkosh in women.

Even now he harbors ambitions too large to be held by a town like this. Isn't much here to tie him down, not since his mother re-married.

He pulls up the collar on his fading leather jacket. Laverne and Shirley couldn't afford plane tickets, and Laverne wouldn't fly, anyway. Wasn't it fortunate that he happened to know someone selling an ice cream truck?

Cockily, he smirked at the reflection in the water. The kid looking back at him was crazy and brave. Yeah. Tomorrow could be the day.

His swagger is aggressive as the water that sucked away the leafy branch.


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