Leda's Head

[anarchist_queen]

“Okay, now be honest.” Mooner said. “You're not just with me to piss off your parents are you?”

Leda ran the tips of her fingers along the edge of Mooner's ear. “Not just to piss them off.”

“And it's not so you can get to my sister?” he asked. He made it sound like a joke, but she could see somewhere in his eyes that it was a genuine concern.

She burst out laughing, and flung her arms around him. “No, no I promise I'm not doing that.” Just in case he had some other silly question, she took the initiative and kissed him. “It's your bike I'm after.” she teased him.

“Oh.” he grinned his cocky grin. “So pop was right. Chicas dig the ride. So, when can I see you again?”

“As soon as possible.”

*****

Mooner sat on the edge of the roof, staring out at Soho, not looking at her. “So. That's how it is.”

“Yeah.” she sighed, taking a swig of Peca. “That's how it is.”

“There's no way I could talk you out of it?”

“Mooner, don't. You probably could. Hell you could charm the pants off a Packer bitch. But you know you shouldn't. We don't...work anymore. You see that don't you?”

Now Mooner did look at her, and for just a minute, Leda saw something in his eyes that made her shiver. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” He grabbed the Peca bottle and took a hit himself. “I do.” he repeated.

*****

“Oh.”

That's all he said. Mooner had come into Wiseguy's room without knocking. And found an extra occupant. Leda looked through sleepy eyes, at the unreadable expression on Mooner's face. Shit. Without another word, Mooner turned and left the room.

Leda covered her face with her hands, hating herself.