Date: 8/4/1999 1:34 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TrinLowdye
Hubby's Shift - Monday
The last one in July
or
What Rask Don't Know Won't Hurt Him
or
Stinky Pin Sol Water
Trinity pushed open the door to the Outback carefully with one hand. The sticky remains of a cruller coated her fingers as she entered. Not caring who might see her, she licked the sugary remains away as she moved toward where her husband sat and handed him a greasy brown paper bag with a big ol' cin'a'bun.
A smile spread over his face as he spotted his wife enter when he looked up from the papers before him and the duelists in his rings. "Hey, Trin! Where ya been?
"Heya, Kelli." She grinned before she made her way to a table not far from where her husband sat. "Umm, the bakery."
"Heyas, Trin!" Kelli flashed a smile and lifted her hand in a wave. Juxtor took the bag, his smile growing. "Fank ewe, sweetie." Kelli had returned to her conversation as Trinity quipped to her husband. "Well, ya didn't think I would come in with nothing for you did you?" She smiled endearingly at her husband before she pulled a sack from behind her back and tossed it toward Kelli. "And no, I didn't ferget you, Kelli." She teased as the woman just
managed to catch the sack.
"Thank you, Trin!" Between her conversation with Drey and watching the room, Kelli opened the sack and looked inside.
Between calls, Juxtor pulled the cin'a'bun from the bag, his grin growing even further if possible. "Mmm, extra icing!"
Shifting in the chair, Trinity tried to find that *one* position that was comfortable. Teasingly she called over to Kelli. "Hope you like lima beans!" Her grin as teasing. Kelli's attention was pulled back to Drey's comment before she again contemplated the paper sack. She gulped as she heard 'lima beans' then looked in spotting the plethora of colorful, straight sugar to the system, jelly beans. Sea-green eyes opened wide. "Oh my!"
"Best kinda lima beans, don't you think, Kelli?" The question coming out with a chuckle catching the woman's expression. Kelli's hand dipped in for a few of the jelly beans. "Absolutely!" Kelli proclaimed with a smile as her conversation returned to Drey.
Shifting slightly Trinity looked over at the calling area and thought it best if she brought a few extra pillows for herself on Thursday night. "Klayton with the kids, or is Bree, hon?" Juxtor looked at her from his stool. Her answer came a bit quicker than he had expected. "Klayton. We don't know *that* girl well enough." Juxtor nodded slightly. "I guess you're right, hon." Hazel eyes looked at him sharply. "She's not been back since she and that
dragon of hers scared the, well, you know." With a nod he added in perspective. "Well, we were a bit less than friendly ourselves, hon." Rolling her eyes slightly Trinity just shook her head.
Settling back, she rubbed her stomach, wishing there was any possible way to get comfortable. She felt as if she was going to be pregnant forever. Boredom was also a key factor. There was little here, while off duty, that Trinity could do, at least surface wise. Kelli was handling the queue just fine, and Juxtor seemed to have a grip on the duels he was calling.
With a look of extreme discomfort, Trinity pushed up from her chair. One hand to her stomach, the other to her lower back as she made her way to the ladies room. Her walk an even more pronounced waddle this week than it had been last.
Kelli watched Trinity with a compassionate expression in her green eyes, remembering. Across the room, Juxtor pulled the cin'a'bun out and bit into it, careful not to get icing on his tally sheet. The scent of the cin'a'bun wafted her way, making Kelli's mouth water. She opened the bag of jelly beans again, dug a few out and tasted each with a contented smile.
It was almost comical how the smell of Juxtor's cin'a'bun seemed to distract the rings he was calling. Normally well aimed jabs flew errantly to hit not quite where they had been intended to hit, or they didn't hit at all. And it didn't just stop there, leaps and kicks were enough to draw a chuckle had it not been for the distraction caused by Juxtor and his thickly iced cin'a'bun.
Two of the duelists seemed even more drawn to the delectable smell of cinnamon and sugar. One was even heard murmuring, almost in a trance from which he shook his head. "Must not give in to... cinna-bun!" Juxtor grinned unaware as he bit into his cin'a'bun. It must have been the murmur that drew his attention causing him to watch his duelists warily. "Dun go gettin' any ideas, you two."
One looked at the other and then questioned. "Ya think we could take em if we both went together?" The second pondered for a moment. "Nope, by the time we get there, he'll have stuffed it into his mouth." The first nodded with reluctant resignation. "I think you might be right Soren." Juxtor grinned, thinking Soren was smarter than he looked. Before much longer the pair in Juxtor's ring had agreed that with the conclusion of their match, the winner
would buy at the bakery.
Laboriously, Trinity made her way back out of the ladies room. One hand still massaged her stomach as she stopped at the bar to see if there was any shaved ice. By that time, the duelers attention had turned to Kelli and her sack of sugar laden treats. With a fierce expression, the woman guarded the jelly beans. "Hey, all you need do is to ask nicely." A sweet smile flashed to the would be filchers.
Noticing Trinity she dug into the ice box for her and scooped out some ice chips into a cup for her. A slight smile was offered in return. "Thanks, Kelli." Her face a bit paler than when she had first arrived. Kelli, sensing something not quite right, looked closer at Juxtor's wife. "Trin, are you okay?"
Her question came just seconds before Juxtor glanced in her direction, a note of concern dappled his face. "Sweetheart? You ok?" Taking the cup, Trinity cast a quick glance back to where her husband sat then returned her hazel gaze to Kelli, expanding her smile. "Umm, yeah." Nodding to Juxtor. "Yes, dear."
Taking a bit of the ice and sucking on it, though Trinity made no move back to her chair. "Ever get one of those times where you can't sit still?" She asked Kelli, then nodded in indication of Juxtor. "He got upset because I was moving furniture around today."
"Of course I did. You're eight months pregnant for god's sake!" Juxtor responded with just a tad bit of agitation in his voice. Muttering under her breath, Trinity let the cup of ice hide her words. "Closer to nine." Kelli grinned, and added a wink to ease her words. "Umm, they worry about you. It's a nice thing. Take it easy on him taking it easy on you."
This was a no win situation, that was clear, bringing a soft sigh from her. "Yeah yeah." Then concluding with a slight chuckle. "Doesn't help when you have to be moving." With an empathetic nod Kelli agreed. "It's hard to be patient for so long." Trinity nodded emphatically. "Tell me about it." A visible wince as her muscles tensed. "This is just the fake stuff."
"If it makes you feel any better--" Kelli blinked. "Fake stuff? As in contractions?" Her attention drawn from Trinity for a moment as Percy came in, and she called a greeting to him. "Shhhh!" Trinity quickly brought a finger up to her lips. "No sense setting him on edge any more than he is." Though she nodded at Kelli's deduction.
Without qualm she turned as Kelli's attention remained on Percy. Hazel eyes looked around as she set the cup of ice to the bar after taking a big chunk and sucking on it. She moved around, rearranging tables and chairs that were already perfectly in place.
Just as she reached for one chair, the man Kelli was talking to collapsed into it. He made a face as he sat, then reached behind his back and adjusted the main gauche so it didn't dig into a kidney. Quickly Trinity pulled her hand back with an eep, coloring at almost having pulled it from beneath him, in a move that would have surely sent him in a sprawl to the floor.
In delayed reaction, Juxtor blinked hearing the *C* word. "What?" He looked at Kelli, then at his wife. "Trinity Eliana Lowdye, what do you think you are doing, Trinity!" She jumped about three feet in the air at her husband's bark. "Umm..." She looked at him, innocently. "Getting ready for Thursday?"
Percy smiled noting the withdraw of the woman's hand and put his boots up on the table, making himself at home. He was either totally unaware that the woman had been moving furniture, and had almost pulled his chair out from under him. Or perhaps, he was just one of those rare folks who always assume everyone was basically good and that she wasn't about to play some practical prank on him.
She smiled in return but it dropped quickly as she looked back at her husband. One hand still massaged her stomach. Trinity watched the rise and fall of his chest indicating a soft sigh. He knew how useless it was to try to get his wife to not do something she wanted to do.
Trinity moved back to what she had been doing, catching a glance toward a few spots on the floor. "We got a mop bucket and a scrub brush, Kelli?" She asked offhandedly. "Umm, yeah, but I know Rask wouldn't want you to do that in your condition. Let me, please?" Kelli pressed, hoping to convince her from doing otherwise. Trinity flashed her a grin and whispered. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I have to do something. Just tell me where it is,
Kelli, I'll take care of it."
With a bit of resignation Kelli nodded. "Okay, okay. There's a closet in the ladies locker room with some cleaning stuff like that." Trinity flashed a grin. "Thanks!"
She made her way back to the locker room. Reaching the door, she found it locked. "Damn. Rask hasn't given me a key yet." Trinity muttered as she made her way back out "Umm, can I borrow your key, Kelli?"
"Okay." Kelli dug her own key out of a pocket of her black leather mini and tossed it to Trinity. Snagging the key she thanked Kelli, turned and waddled back to the locker room again. It took her a few minutes to wrestle with the key before getting the door unlocked, and only a moment more before the clang of a bucket was heard followed by the sound of water running.
Rummaging around through the closet, Trinity looked for some kind of cleaner to add to the water, purposefully overlooking the bottle of Pine Sol that stood front and center on the shelf. Resigning that there was nothing else, she reluctantly snagged the bottle and literally held her nose while she added a generous dollop to the now full bucket.
With a violent shudder she replaced the bottle, the full strength stench of pine wafting into her face. "Gods this stuff stinks." She tensed as she moved back to the sink, grasped the handle of the bucket with both hands, and with a grunt put her back into trying to lift it from the sink. Three full attempts were needed before she at least got it to the floor.
About fifteen minutes had passed in total before Trinity reemerged from the locker room, full bucket held with both hands, a *very* awkward waddle saw her back to where she had noticed the spots on the floor. She noticed only vaguely that she had sloshed only a little of the heavily scented liquid en-route.
Juxtor sighed watching his wife, but his job dictated his attention, though he continued to watch her from the corner of his eye. He sat a tad bit straighter when Harris said something about an injury, then deftly caught the peanut tossed his way thinking it would taste good on his cin'a'bun.
As Trinity started back toward the locker room, she paused long enough to flash Kelli a large smile. "Yup, it's out here now." Quickly tossing the woman a wink as she continued on before anything further could be said. Shortly and less encumbered Trinity returned with a worn, thick bristled scrubbing brush and made her way back to where she had set the bucket.
She overheard Harris detailing to her husband a bit about the Mega-Brawl that had taken place the day before. When the name Troyan was mentioned she rolled her eyes then turned her contemplation to how she was going to get down to scrub the floor. "Hmm."
Dropping the scrub brush into the bucket of pine stenched water she then grabbed one of the chairs and spun it around to use for balance. SLOWLY she began to crouch only to pause half way. Taking a deep breath she stood again and grabbed another chair setting it to a similar position, with a mutter. "Two are better than one."
Again she got halfway down, this time halted as she took a deep breath. Under her breath she repeated a single word. "Ouch, ouch, ouch." Moving a fraction of an inch at a time, *finally* managed to get down to her knee's, leaning heavily on the chairs to do so.
Juxtor looked over at his wife, concern evident on his face as she plucked the scrubbing brush out of the bucket and went to town on the spot.
Listening to the conversations that filtered around the Outback, she scrubbed at the stubborn stain on the floor, looking almost like a camel with an inverted hump. Unaware of the frown that Kelli gave her with a worried expression. About twenty minutes passed before Trinity paused for a bit and pushed back to sit on her heels. She wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. As quietly as she could she did those panted breaths she was told about back
when she had been near delivery with the twins.
The stain, as removed as it was ever going to be, Trinity dropped the scrub brush back into the bucket. A hand placed to each chair, and about five minutes of grunts, she managed to get to her feet, her face now a bright red. She took up the bucket and waddle-walked back to the locker room. Once there, Trinity dumped the contents of the bucket into the sink with a clang as the scrub brush fell from the bucket.
Leaving the bucket bottom side up and the brush now rinsed and set aside, she made her way back to the common area. Hazel eyes drifted around the place as she looked for what else she could do as she took a drink from the cup of now partially melted, shaved ice.
Taking the cup, Trinity moved to where her husband sat calling, and dropped heavily into a nearby chair. Leaning forward, she folded her arms on the table and laid her head on her forearm as she listened to the sounds and conversations around her. Juxtor glanced over at his wife, a smile on his lips that she had *finally* taken a break. Her eyes were closed, but not sleeping, though she was close.
As the final duel came to a conclusion, Juxtor finished making his notes on his tally sheet, then stuffed it into his pocket. Trinity sat up realizing the dueling was done and looked around, then to her husband. "Well, that was a pleasant evening." Her words spoken sleepily. Quietly Juxtor walked over to his wife, slipped his arms under her and lifting her from the chair - with a bit more effort than normal. "Ready to go, hon?" She nodded and laid
her head on his shoulder letting her eyes slip closed again. "Mm hmm."
With a smile, Juxtor turned to the door and called over his shoulder to Kelli. "Night, Kelli. Great working with ya." With a tired smile Kelli waved. "Night Jux. Night Trin." Absently, Trinity waved over her husband's shoulder to Kelli as she was whisked away. "Nite, Kelli."
"Nite all!" Juxtor called as he walked out with his wife in his arms. Now came the two plus hour drive back to Valensa and the ranch.
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Date: 8/4/1999 4:16 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TrinLowdye
Preparing for Her First Shift
or
Someone's Idea of a Joke!
"Trin? Babe, we're going to be late!!" Juxtor called out over his shoulder as he walked down the stairs, buttoning his shirt as he went. "You almost ready, sweetheart?" He walked to the living room where the twins were sitting with Klayton, listening to one of the elf's stories.
He stood in the doorway, watching the twins' rapt attention to the story and wondered at the elf's ability to hold such innate control over them. Why didn't they ever listen to his stories so attentively he wondered. Probably because the most interesting stories he had were still classified.
"I'm coming. Hold your horses!" Came Trinity's response from the bedroom. "Geesh, couldn't they find a t-shirt that fit me better than this thing?" She emerged from the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs. She was wearing her usual black sweat pants - usual at least as she'd gained weight with her pregnancy. A pair of soft leather moccasins - in place of her normal square toed biker boots, thanks to blasted water retention and swollen ankles.
It wasn't these items that she spoke of obviously, but instead, the huge black t-shirt that someone had emblazoned with 'DoF Caller with Baby On Board' The bright yellow words were stacked and beneath was an equally obvious yellow arrow that pointed southward to her rounded stomach that even the huge t-shirt couldn't hide. "Just look at me! I look like something from the reject factory." She complained rather vocally.
Turning to glance at her, Juxtor then walked back up the stairs to kiss her. "I think you look beautiful, baby. But, you ain't gonna wear that, are you?" Feigned surprise as he pointed to the shirt she wore.
With a snort she retorted. "Yeah right. Big, bold and beautiful right?" With a firm shake of her head. "No one's going to mistake me tonight." She looked at him, hazel eyes not pleased at all. "That's what I got for my uniform. At least that's what the package said."
Earlier that day, a courier had delivered the plain brown wrapped package. Written on it, and looking rather official was her name, and what it was for. She snagged the paper wrappings and almost thrust it at him, the writing upon it rather obvious, lacking only the name of the sender.
Trinity Eliana Lowdye
Ten Injun Ranch, Valensa
Caller Uniform
Required for the Outback
Juxtor chuckled. "Yer kidding, right?" Taking her hand, he led her back into the bedroom. "That's what Rask sent you?"
She shrugged as she followed behind him, a bit of an uncustomary pout pushing out her bottom lip. "That's what I got. Figured it was from Rask."
Walking over to his closet, where he normally kept his own clothes, Juxtor pulled open the door. He reached up to the top shelf, where he knew she wouldn't be able to see or where she might have accidentally found the box and pulled it down. He handed it to her, then turned back to the closet, and riffled through the jackets as though looking for one of his. "Here, baby. Try this one."
Led back into the bedroom she grouses. "Going to be a little bit before I'm back down to getting into one of those slinky uniforms, ya know." An eyebrow lifted high as she looked at him in question. "Your jackets will only make me look more ridiculous." She accepted the box and shook it just a little bit. Knowing her husband, she wouldn't take chance with what *might* be in the box.
Still riffling through the jackets, as though he couldn't find what he was looking for, Juxtor called over his shoulder. "It ain't gonna blow up or bite, hon. Just open it."
Trinity turned and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Hesitantly she lifted the cover off the box. "No, but it might bite me right?" Her question coming as if she didn't hear his full comment.
"I said it wouldn't bite, baby." Catching from the corner of his eye as she finally lifted the cover of the box to reveal what lay within.
Inside the box were two t-shirts. The top one, obviously the larger of the two, was clearly well made of red and black material. There was a small patch on the right front, where a breast pocket might otherwise be. Trinity's name was on it, along with her newest title: Duel of Fists Caller. On the right shoulder was a patch of simply a fist, as though punching through a board. On the left shoulder was a patch of an exploding bomb.
Blinking,Trinity looked at the new t-shirt. "Wow, these are great!" Then her expression fell. "Umm, regulation," Holding up the new t-shirt. "or is this regulation?" She looked down at the t-shirt she presently wore.
One the back of the t-shirt, as she lifted it up was the motto: If you can't beat them, get more explosives. The motto was done in a very fashionable manner, adding to the shirt's appearance rather than taking from it. The second t-shirt in the box seemed to be simply a smaller version of the first.
"I think that was Jaycy's idea of a joke, sweetheart. I don't really think we have regulation uniforms, at least I don't."
Holding the t-shirt up, and turning it this way and that. "Oh, hon, this is *so* much better." She quirked an eyebrow at his tentative solution to the mystery of the shirt she presently wore. "Jaycy? I don't think I've met her yet." Then realization sprang to her face. "Oh wait. That's the woman who wouldn't duel me about five months ago because I was pregnant right?"
She laid the t-shirt on the bed and stood, starting to wiggle out of the tent she was now wearing. "Umm..." She halted just before she pulled it over her head to look at him. "You sure I don't have to wear this one?"
"I'm sure, sweetheart, unless you like that one better." Juxtor reached for the box. "I guess I can take these back and get the money back for them." A sly smile spread over his face as he looked at her.
Trinity slapped his hand away lightly, or tried to for the awkward position she was in. "Don't you dare!!" Quickly she pulled the t-shirt she had been wearing off and snagged up the larger of the two new ones. "Thank you baby! These are great!"
Juxtor smiled, stepped forward, and kissed her softly on the top of the head. "You sure, baby? I'm sure they'd give me the money back."
"Not on your life!" She pulled on the new shirt quickly with a grin. As it settled into place she reached up and tousled her short hair. "They won't give money back on worn items." She beamed proudly at her ingenious quip. Standing from the bed, she moved to close the bedroom door and check out the new shirt in the mirror, twisting this way and that, straining to see the back as well.
With a chuckle, Juxtor returned to the closet, and his riffling through the jackets again. He paused as he got to one in between his own. He turned from the closet, pulling out a jacket she had never seen before.
It was a large bomber jacket, done in the style of the 20th century Terran jackets. The patches on the front proclaimed her to be Trinity Lowdye, DoF Caller. On the right shoulder was again the first punching through a board. On the left was a new patch. This one depicted ten Indians rallied around a campfire. Among the faces on the patch she could recognize herself and Jux, as well as Loltar, Kieshon, Kreep and Runt. The others were a bit less
obvious as to who they depicted.
On the back of the jacket was a large patch of an exploding bomb in the center, surrounded by patches, much like the bikers of Terran history. Words encircled the patch of the bomb, proclaiming yet again her position of Duel of Fists Caller, with the date of her first shift, tonight, along the bottom, just below the word 'Outback'. On the patch with the Indians, the words "Ten Injuns" were emblazoned over the fire, almost as if they formed the
wafting smoke that rose from the flames.
The jacket was large enough for her to wear even when pregnant, and if she were to look, she would find a smaller version hidden among his many jackets. "You like, baby?" He asked as he walked up behind her, holding the jacket so she could see it in the mirror.
Her eyes widened as Trinity spotted the image of the jacket in the mirror. She spun around and let go with a gleeful shriek. "Jux!! It's perfect!"
His grin broadened, turning it so she could see the back, then turning it again for her to see the new patch he had designed for the Ranch. Walking further to her he hugged her tightly, tucking in the long shirt she now wore. Once done, he kissed her deeply before he stepped back and held up the jacket for her to step into.
Realizing how ridiculous she would look with the t-shirt tucked in, and her rounded stomach sticking out she deftly untucked the shirt again as she plastered his face with kisses while the opportunity presented itself. Then hurriedly she pushed her arms into the sleeves and let the jacket settle into place. "Oooh, baby. I love it. I love you. These are great! When did you get them, and how did you keep them a secret?"
"I ordered them the day after you said you were gonna go to work at the Outback. They came in two weeks ago." He replied as he stepped away and walked to the closet getting his own jacket from the hanger where it rested. He shrugged it on, the most obvious difference from hers being the kicking foot patch on his right shoulder. "Keeping them a secret wasn't easy. I'm just lucky you seldom go through my jackets, and that you are so much shorter than
I am."
Trinity chuckled. "Well," Pointing to the closet he had taken the stuff from. "That's your closet," She then swiveled to point to the other closed door. "and that one's mine. I've no reason to go into your closet that often." She tossed him a wink.
Juxtor walked back over to her, straightened her jacket for her. "I love you, Trin. You make my life complete in so many ways I can't even begin to imagine them all, much less name them all."
The teasing faded and her smile warmed as she looked up at him. "I love you more, baby. Though I still can't figure out what you find so attracting about a beached whale."
He just smiled and taking her hand led her down the stairs, and after poking his head in to the living room letting Klayton know they were off, they left the Ranch. Destination, the Outback and Trinity's first shift as a caller.
((Copyright © 1999 MAA))
From: TrinLowdye
Preparing for Her First Shift
or
Someone's Idea of a Joke!
"Trin? Babe, we're going to be late!!" Juxtor called out over his shoulder as he walked down the stairs, buttoning his shirt as he went. "You almost ready, sweetheart?" He walked to the living room where the twins were sitting with Klayton, listening to one of the elf's stories.
He stood in the doorway, watching the twins' rapt attention to the story and wondered at the elf's ability to hold such innate control over them. Why didn't they ever listen to his stories so attentively he wondered. Probably because the most interesting stories he had were still classified.
"I'm coming. Hold your horses!" Came Trinity's response from the bedroom. "Geesh, couldn't they find a t-shirt that fit me better than this thing?" She emerged from the bedroom and stood at the top of the stairs. She was wearing her usual black sweat pants - usual at least as she'd gained weight with her pregnancy. A pair of soft leather moccasins - in place of her normal square toed biker boots, thanks to blasted water retention and swollen ankles.
It wasn't these items that she spoke of obviously, but instead, the huge black t-shirt that someone had emblazoned with 'DoF Caller with Baby On Board' The bright yellow words were stacked and beneath was an equally obvious yellow arrow that pointed southward to her rounded stomach that even the huge t-shirt couldn't hide. "Just look at me! I look like something from the reject factory." She complained rather vocally.
Turning to glance at her, Juxtor then walked back up the stairs to kiss her. "I think you look beautiful, baby. But, you ain't gonna wear that, are you?" Feigned surprise as he pointed to the shirt she wore.
With a snort she retorted. "Yeah right. Big, bold and beautiful right?" With a firm shake of her head. "No one's going to mistake me tonight." She looked at him, hazel eyes not pleased at all. "That's what I got for my uniform. At least that's what the package said."
Earlier that day, a courier had delivered the plain brown wrapped package. Written on it, and looking rather official was her name, and what it was for. She snagged the paper wrappings and almost thrust it at him, the writing upon it rather obvious, lacking only the name of the sender.
Trinity Eliana Lowdye
Ten Injun Ranch, Valensa
Caller Uniform
Required for the Outback
Juxtor chuckled. "Yer kidding, right?" Taking her hand, he led her back into the bedroom. "That's what Rask sent you?"
She shrugged as she followed behind him, a bit of an uncustomary pout pushing out her bottom lip. "That's what I got. Figured it was from Rask."
Walking over to his closet, where he normally kept his own clothes, Juxtor pulled open the door. He reached up to the top shelf, where he knew she wouldn't be able to see or where she might have accidentally found the box and pulled it down. He handed it to her, then turned back to the closet, and riffled through the jackets as though looking for one of his. "Here, baby. Try this one."
Led back into the bedroom she grouses. "Going to be a little bit before I'm back down to getting into one of those slinky uniforms, ya know." An eyebrow lifted high as she looked at him in question. "Your jackets will only make me look more ridiculous." She accepted the box and shook it just a little bit. Knowing her husband, she wouldn't take chance with what *might* be in the box.
Still riffling through the jackets, as though he couldn't find what he was looking for, Juxtor called over his shoulder. "It ain't gonna blow up or bite, hon. Just open it."
Trinity turned and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Hesitantly she lifted the cover off the box. "No, but it might bite me right?" Her question coming as if she didn't hear his full comment.
"I said it wouldn't bite, baby." Catching from the corner of his eye as she finally lifted the cover of the box to reveal what lay within.
Inside the box were two t-shirts. The top one, obviously the larger of the two, was clearly well made of red and black material. There was a small patch on the right front, where a breast pocket might otherwise be. Trinity's name was on it, along with her newest title: Duel of Fists Caller. On the right shoulder was a patch of simply a fist, as though punching through a board. On the left shoulder was a patch of an exploding bomb.
Blinking,Trinity looked at the new t-shirt. "Wow, these are great!" Then her expression fell. "Umm, regulation," Holding up the new t-shirt. "or is this regulation?" She looked down at the t-shirt she presently wore.
One the back of the t-shirt, as she lifted it up was the motto: If you can't beat them, get more explosives. The motto was done in a very fashionable manner, adding to the shirt's appearance rather than taking from it. The second t-shirt in the box seemed to be simply a smaller version of the first.
"I think that was Jaycy's idea of a joke, sweetheart. I don't really think we have regulation uniforms, at least I don't."
Holding the t-shirt up, and turning it this way and that. "Oh, hon, this is *so* much better." She quirked an eyebrow at his tentative solution to the mystery of the shirt she presently wore. "Jaycy? I don't think I've met her yet." Then realization sprang to her face. "Oh wait. That's the woman who wouldn't duel me about five months ago because I was pregnant right?"
She laid the t-shirt on the bed and stood, starting to wiggle out of the tent she was now wearing. "Umm..." She halted just before she pulled it over her head to look at him. "You sure I don't have to wear this one?"
"I'm sure, sweetheart, unless you like that one better." Juxtor reached for the box. "I guess I can take these back and get the money back for them." A sly smile spread over his face as he looked at her.
Trinity slapped his hand away lightly, or tried to for the awkward position she was in. "Don't you dare!!" Quickly she pulled the t-shirt she had been wearing off and snagged up the larger of the two new ones. "Thank you baby! These are great!"
Juxtor smiled, stepped forward, and kissed her softly on the top of the head. "You sure, baby? I'm sure they'd give me the money back."
"Not on your life!" She pulled on the new shirt quickly with a grin. As it settled into place she reached up and tousled her short hair. "They won't give money back on worn items." She beamed proudly at her ingenious quip. Standing from the bed, she moved to close the bedroom door and check out the new shirt in the mirror, twisting this way and that, straining to see the back as well.
With a chuckle, Juxtor returned to the closet, and his riffling through the jackets again. He paused as he got to one in between his own. He turned from the closet, pulling out a jacket she had never seen before.
It was a large bomber jacket, done in the style of the 20th century Terran jackets. The patches on the front proclaimed her to be Trinity Lowdye, DoF Caller. On the right shoulder was again the first punching through a board. On the left was a new patch. This one depicted ten Indians rallied around a campfire. Among the faces on the patch she could recognize herself and Jux, as well as Loltar, Kieshon, Kreep and Runt. The others were a bit less
obvious as to who they depicted.
On the back of the jacket was a large patch of an exploding bomb in the center, surrounded by patches, much like the bikers of Terran history. Words encircled the patch of the bomb, proclaiming yet again her position of Duel of Fists Caller, with the date of her first shift, tonight, along the bottom, just below the word 'Outback'. On the patch with the Indians, the words "Ten Injuns" were emblazoned over the fire, almost as if they formed the
wafting smoke that rose from the flames.
The jacket was large enough for her to wear even when pregnant, and if she were to look, she would find a smaller version hidden among his many jackets. "You like, baby?" He asked as he walked up behind her, holding the jacket so she could see it in the mirror.
Her eyes widened as Trinity spotted the image of the jacket in the mirror. She spun around and let go with a gleeful shriek. "Jux!! It's perfect!"
His grin broadened, turning it so she could see the back, then turning it again for her to see the new patch he had designed for the Ranch. Walking further to her he hugged her tightly, tucking in the long shirt she now wore. Once done, he kissed her deeply before he stepped back and held up the jacket for her to step into.
Realizing how ridiculous she would look with the t-shirt tucked in, and her rounded stomach sticking out she deftly untucked the shirt again as she plastered his face with kisses while the opportunity presented itself. Then hurriedly she pushed her arms into the sleeves and let the jacket settle into place. "Oooh, baby. I love it. I love you. These are great! When did you get them, and how did you keep them a secret?"
"I ordered them the day after you said you were gonna go to work at the Outback. They came in two weeks ago." He replied as he stepped away and walked to the closet getting his own jacket from the hanger where it rested. He shrugged it on, the most obvious difference from hers being the kicking foot patch on his right shoulder. "Keeping them a secret wasn't easy. I'm just lucky you seldom go through my jackets, and that you are so much shorter than
I am."
Trinity chuckled. "Well," Pointing to the closet he had taken the stuff from. "That's your closet," She then swiveled to point to the other closed door. "and that one's mine. I've no reason to go into your closet that often." She tossed him a wink.
Juxtor walked back over to her, straightened her jacket for her. "I love you, Trin. You make my life complete in so many ways I can't even begin to imagine them all, much less name them all."
The teasing faded and her smile warmed as she looked up at him. "I love you more, baby. Though I still can't figure out what you find so attracting about a beached whale."
He just smiled and taking her hand led her down the stairs, and after poking his head in to the living room letting Klayton know they were off, they left the Ranch. Destination, the Outback and Trinity's first shift as a caller.
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Re: More New Meat
Date: 8/4/1999 5:27 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TrinLowdye
In A Blur!
nuff said
She tried, honestly she tried to pay attention to the things that were going on around her.
Was she successful?
Hah! Not even close.
Trinity managed to enter the Outback, sporting the new t-shirt and jacket her husband had given her. She had even managed to grin despite her discomfort of being in the late months of her pregnancy and shrugged reluctantly from the new leather jacket.
Juxtor walked in behind his wife carrying three, overstuffed pillows under his left arm. He glanced around, nodded to Caedia and Tarl as he waited for Trinity to make her way to the couch. He too sported a new jacket with matching patches.
"Be good to me tonight! I'm pregnant, and I'm cranky!" Trinity quipped and tried to maintain a pained expression but it fell *way* short of its mark. She made her way to the couch, bent slightly, poking to find the most comfortable spot. Unaware that the dwarven woman who had entered behind her and Juxtor was to handle the queue for her that night. At least not until the small woman piped up. "Evening everyone. New meat here, be gentle."
Her words brought a chuckle from everyone, including Trinity and her husband. Caedia drew her attention though with her comment. "Yummy, someone to pick on." Casting a grin as Tareth cackled easily from his chair.
Now she had an inkling as to what the evening would entail. "Baby, how about putting them right here?" She pointed to a spot on the couch before she turned and stuck her tongue out at Caedia. "Thanks!"
With a chuckle Juxtor set the large pillows on the couch then kissed his wife lightly. "Yer usual?" He asked implying what did she want from the bar. He paused a moment as she shrugged out of her jacket. Waited while she rubbed a hand over her extremely rounded stomach. "Umm, sure. A coke sounds good baby."
"Okay, sweetheart." Juxtor replied as he shook his head. Figured, about the time he got use to mixing that god awful concoction of lime juice and Tabasco sauce that she had favored drinking during most of her pregnancy, she stopped wanting it. As he walked to the bar he called over his shoulder to the bearded woman that stood near his wife. "Hey, Fist? You want somthin?"
"Ale! Dark and strong, handsome!" The dwarf replied eagerly before she moved toward the couch and shoved all the fluffy pillows over to Trinity. "I tink dese are yers."
With a chuckle Trinity extended her hand to the woman. "Trinity Lowdye, new meat, err, caller as well."
The dwarf looked at the hand for a moment before taking it in a hard grip. "Fisti..." Then as though reconsidering that requested. "Call me Cuffs." She then grinned a broad grin. "And you Trin. Well, shall we get this circus on the road?"
"Nice to meet you, Fisti, err, Cuffs." Trinity smiled and settled on the couch with a nod before she called out in a voice that easily carried over the growing crowd. "Alright folks, we're here to test your skills. I'm Trinity Lowdye, and this is... Cuffs. I'm your caller tonight, and she's your Queue Keep. Send all duel requests to her." With a smirk she looked at her work partner. "There, that's done."
Fisti quipped with a stout nod. "Yeah, ya all heard tha lady, I be tha queue." To which Trinity nodded. "Lets rumble" And settled to the couch trying to find a comfortable position but failing miserably.
Juxtor grinned crookedly, then got a soda for Trinity and a large mug of the Outback's finest ale for the dwarf. After, he walked back over to the women. "Here you are, hon." Handing the coke to his wife, then turned to the dwarf. "Here you are, umm, Cuffs, was it?" Handing the ale to the dwarf, who nodded and took a long swallow. Wiping the foam from her beard she confirmed. "Aye, Cuffs."
"Good to meet you, Cuffs. I'm Jux. I think we'll be workin together for a little while, anyway." He nodded slightly to Trinity, and gave her a smile of encouragement before he glanced around the room. "Anyone want to beat up on a glass?"
Trinity took the soda from her husband with one hand and the one that rested on her stomach tried to nudge the foot that was planted under her ribs out of the way. "Okay, who's first?" Hazel eyes looked on expectantly. "I'm here to call." She offered with a grin.
That was all it took. She pulled a note pad and ball point pen out of the roomy pocket of her new leather jacket and tried to find room on a nonexistent lap to place them. A sip of her coke, which brought a wrinkle to her nose as her taste buds expected her usual lime juice and Tabasco sauce.
Like a match that flamed all on its own she was busy. Aware only of the few times that Fisti pushed at her pillows, at least before the dwarf vanished. Noting that her husband was properly occupied, and for the most part staying out of trouble. The rest? Well, lets just say it was a blur. Not a colorful flash, or a 'oooh' drawing explosion. Just a blur, that even in reflecting she was hard pressed to remember.
((Copyright © 1999 MAA))
From: TrinLowdye
In A Blur!
nuff said
She tried, honestly she tried to pay attention to the things that were going on around her.
Was she successful?
Hah! Not even close.
Trinity managed to enter the Outback, sporting the new t-shirt and jacket her husband had given her. She had even managed to grin despite her discomfort of being in the late months of her pregnancy and shrugged reluctantly from the new leather jacket.
Juxtor walked in behind his wife carrying three, overstuffed pillows under his left arm. He glanced around, nodded to Caedia and Tarl as he waited for Trinity to make her way to the couch. He too sported a new jacket with matching patches.
"Be good to me tonight! I'm pregnant, and I'm cranky!" Trinity quipped and tried to maintain a pained expression but it fell *way* short of its mark. She made her way to the couch, bent slightly, poking to find the most comfortable spot. Unaware that the dwarven woman who had entered behind her and Juxtor was to handle the queue for her that night. At least not until the small woman piped up. "Evening everyone. New meat here, be gentle."
Her words brought a chuckle from everyone, including Trinity and her husband. Caedia drew her attention though with her comment. "Yummy, someone to pick on." Casting a grin as Tareth cackled easily from his chair.
Now she had an inkling as to what the evening would entail. "Baby, how about putting them right here?" She pointed to a spot on the couch before she turned and stuck her tongue out at Caedia. "Thanks!"
With a chuckle Juxtor set the large pillows on the couch then kissed his wife lightly. "Yer usual?" He asked implying what did she want from the bar. He paused a moment as she shrugged out of her jacket. Waited while she rubbed a hand over her extremely rounded stomach. "Umm, sure. A coke sounds good baby."
"Okay, sweetheart." Juxtor replied as he shook his head. Figured, about the time he got use to mixing that god awful concoction of lime juice and Tabasco sauce that she had favored drinking during most of her pregnancy, she stopped wanting it. As he walked to the bar he called over his shoulder to the bearded woman that stood near his wife. "Hey, Fist? You want somthin?"
"Ale! Dark and strong, handsome!" The dwarf replied eagerly before she moved toward the couch and shoved all the fluffy pillows over to Trinity. "I tink dese are yers."
With a chuckle Trinity extended her hand to the woman. "Trinity Lowdye, new meat, err, caller as well."
The dwarf looked at the hand for a moment before taking it in a hard grip. "Fisti..." Then as though reconsidering that requested. "Call me Cuffs." She then grinned a broad grin. "And you Trin. Well, shall we get this circus on the road?"
"Nice to meet you, Fisti, err, Cuffs." Trinity smiled and settled on the couch with a nod before she called out in a voice that easily carried over the growing crowd. "Alright folks, we're here to test your skills. I'm Trinity Lowdye, and this is... Cuffs. I'm your caller tonight, and she's your Queue Keep. Send all duel requests to her." With a smirk she looked at her work partner. "There, that's done."
Fisti quipped with a stout nod. "Yeah, ya all heard tha lady, I be tha queue." To which Trinity nodded. "Lets rumble" And settled to the couch trying to find a comfortable position but failing miserably.
Juxtor grinned crookedly, then got a soda for Trinity and a large mug of the Outback's finest ale for the dwarf. After, he walked back over to the women. "Here you are, hon." Handing the coke to his wife, then turned to the dwarf. "Here you are, umm, Cuffs, was it?" Handing the ale to the dwarf, who nodded and took a long swallow. Wiping the foam from her beard she confirmed. "Aye, Cuffs."
"Good to meet you, Cuffs. I'm Jux. I think we'll be workin together for a little while, anyway." He nodded slightly to Trinity, and gave her a smile of encouragement before he glanced around the room. "Anyone want to beat up on a glass?"
Trinity took the soda from her husband with one hand and the one that rested on her stomach tried to nudge the foot that was planted under her ribs out of the way. "Okay, who's first?" Hazel eyes looked on expectantly. "I'm here to call." She offered with a grin.
That was all it took. She pulled a note pad and ball point pen out of the roomy pocket of her new leather jacket and tried to find room on a nonexistent lap to place them. A sip of her coke, which brought a wrinkle to her nose as her taste buds expected her usual lime juice and Tabasco sauce.
Like a match that flamed all on its own she was busy. Aware only of the few times that Fisti pushed at her pillows, at least before the dwarf vanished. Noting that her husband was properly occupied, and for the most part staying out of trouble. The rest? Well, lets just say it was a blur. Not a colorful flash, or a 'oooh' drawing explosion. Just a blur, that even in reflecting she was hard pressed to remember.
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