Okay, this is probably stupid -- the 20 minute challenges are much harder then they seem to be -- and will probably make no sense at all if you are not a fan of Showtime's Dead Like Me, but I wanted to give this one a shot.
Start: 2:52 p.m.
She looked at him as he nervously fidgeted with the yellow post-it note he held in his fingers. Cute... a bit messy for her taste, but he did have that Northern London accent that attracted her like a moth to a flame, and she couldn't help but give him a big toothy grin.
"What was your name again, cutie?" she asked, taking a small amount of personal satisfaction from the few spots of color that suddenly graced his cheeks, and the knowledge that she had caused them.
"Uh...Mason. Look, pet, as much as I'd like to stay and chat with you, I really don't have much time. Could you just tell me where to find--" he looked at the post-it note briefly --"Mr. Burkle?"
"There's no Mr. Burkle here," she answered, a small shiver going through her.Pet.
Spikey-poo used to call her that.
He looked again at his post-it, frowning.
The phone rang, and Harmony ignored it.
Pet. Cute, British, and he called me pet
For a moment she wondered how he'd taste if she drove her teeth into his very naked thigh.
"Aren't you going to answer that?"
"Huh? Oh! No, it's rolling over into Fred Burkle's voice mail."
"Yes, silly, I just said that. Are you deaf?"
He looked at her with the 'you can't possibly be that blond' look she was way too familiar with.
"I just asked you if a Mr. Burkle worked here!" he said, exasperated.
"A Mr. Burkle doesn't!" she said, talking to him as if he was a very slow pre-schooler, and shaking her head.
"Look, you're cute and all, but I don't think it can happen between us."
"You're just too damned slow."
The man in front of her groaned and hit his head against her desk, letting the post it note drop to the floor.
Harmony rolled her eyes.
She turned to see Fred walking toward her, Wesley by her side.
"Morning Fred!" she said with a smile.
" Mason asked.
"Yeah. Short for Winnifred. Winnifred Burkle," answered Fred in her heavily accented chipper voice, and flashed Mason a bright smile.
Harmony's eyes narrowed and she wondered what Fred's blood would taste like.
Oh. Yeah. Work. She was supposed to be working.
"Someone just called for you, but I let it go into your voice mail. Oh, and this guy here is asking about your dad."
Fred looked stunned.
"My father? Why?
Is he okay?"
Mason didn't answer; instead he stumbled and reached out to Fred to help him stabilize himself.
For a moment, Harmony thought she saw something sparkle between the two and she felt a surge of jealousy.
"Hey Fred, lay off. I saw him first. Besides, isn't Wesley enough?"
Three heads whipped her way, two amused, one baffled.
"Wesley and I ... we're not... what are you talking about, Harmony?"
Harmony shot Fred a look filled with daggers, as she walked around the desk and picked up the fallen post-it.
Written on the note was 'W. Burkle, Wolfram and Hart, E.T.D. 7:56 p.m.
Estimated time of... Date?
Grabbing a pen, she flipped it over and put her name and phone number on the back of it, before stuffing it in Mason's pocket.
"Well, Mason here is my number, so don't even think about --her--. I'll be your date tonight."
"You are one very strange girl," Mason answered, as he shook his head.
"So pick me up at 8:00? Oh, and not before. I have an allergy to sunlight."
Later that evening, after all hell broke loose and a W. Burkle was turned into a demon, Mason showed up to pick up his annoyingly confusing date.
As blond as she was, she had certain... er... charms, and he was not one to pass over something so freely offered.
They were halfway out the door, her arm linked with his, when she suddenly stopped and sniffed him.
"Don't you think we should be somewhere a little more private for that kind of thing, luv?" he asked, a bit turned on by the attention.
"Um, no. I've changed my mind. I didn't realize you were already dead. Dead blood is just not my thing. Sorry this didn't work out. I was really looking forward to seeing you naked." she said, leaving a thoroughly baffled Grim Reaper in her wake.
~end 3:14 p.m.