March 9, 2014
Whew. Crazy weather
week of back and forth between frigid temps and snow and a lovely little
warm-up that didn't last very long. LOL At least I had good television to
watch.
As predicted, Arrow's episode fifteen, The Promise,
proved to be seriously bad ass. I almost think they crammed too much into the
hour—I would have loved to see a little more detail. I'm just not quite down
with Slade being so uber-pissed at Oliver over Shado's death. Yes, I'm aware
the Mirakuru IS the reason he's not particularly rational. But Ivo's
manipulation seemed a little conveniently heavy-handed. Of course, Oliver's
guilt doesn't help so there's that. LOL I'm also really interested to see if
the rumor mill speculation about who Felicity's father is proves correct.
Bitten is still eating my brain. Seriously, the final episodes of the season
should be mega-uncomfortable for the characters. And if Daniel Santos doesn't
die a horrible death like he did in the books, I'm gonna lose my mind. J
Only one episode of
Banshee left and I'm actively praying
Rabbit gets his due. Then I'll probably have to wait for next season to see
what the fallout will be from Proctor, but I can deal. Something to look
forward to. J
Tonight's post is
from a bonus story in the Top Dog Pilots 'verse, Banter and Brawling and
Sex, Oh My!, featuring Cutter and Maggie and set between Surviving the
Trap and Bucking Convention.
Here's the tagline:
Max Cutter always goes along for the ride with Maggie
Harper. He pretty much has to… she always gets into the most interesting
situations and someone has to cover her ass.
And a sneaky peek…
A commotion drew Maggie's
attention away from the conversation. A fellow military man, probably a grunt
patrolling the mine, got caught in the crosshairs of a two groups of rowdy miners
having a major disagreement.
The guy should've known better
than to hit a watering hole filled with the people he kept in line all day. But
it sucked to be off-duty and not really have any place to go. Cutter had a
notion of how important blowing off steam could be—he and Maggie certainly
figured out a way during the flight qualifications and readiness training. His
lips quirked, but he focused hard to not get too caught up in the memory.
Maggie nudged his arm and shot him
a look.
Cutter shook his head. "Oh,
no. You don't really wanna get involved in this, do you?" He leaned back,
crossing his arms over his chest. "After the week we just had?"
Maggie shrugged. "How can we
not? A dozen to one? Not very good odds, Cutter." She turned her attention
back to the ruckus. "The guy needs some help."
Max did a quick scan of the bar.
Two crewmen from other ships sat over in the corner and about twenty more
miners filled the place. Once he and Maggie got involved, the odds were sure to
go from bad to beyond fucked. But what the hell. The lone guy didn't stand a chance
otherwise.
Cutter sighed, dropped his arms,
and scooted his chair away from the table.
Maggie grinned. "Knew you'd
see it my way."
She got up and spun her chair
around, grabbing the backrest and lifting it off the ground. She charged
forward and jabbed it into the first beefy guy she came across.
Cutter followed her into the
fray, punching the miner in the face and watched him drop like a stone.
Maggie glanced back, a wide smile
splitting her face. "Nice one, Cutter." She jerked her head to the
left. "Let's even things up a little and take out the giant over
there."
She didn't wait for a response.
She hefted the chair over her head and brought it crashing down on the shoulders
of the second biggest guy in the room. His head whipped back and forth and he
turned, cocking his arm, the muscles bunching up under the flesh. Cutter made a
flying leap and kicked out, catching the man under the chin with his booted
foot. The burly guy went sailing back into the wall and dropped to the floor.
Maggie let out a whooping yell.
"Holy shit, Cutter. That was beautiful!" Her laughter rang out and
she ducked, a pool stick narrowly missing her head by an inch or two.
Ahhh. Nothing like
a good brawl to bring my couples together. J
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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