If I Didn't Care (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

She smiled and sat in her truck. “I’d better get going.. here’s my PO box in Los Angeles.. send me a postcard..!” She said, handing Derek a card before leaving him and his camp behind.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He watched her drive away before looking down at the card, "Yeah...maybe I will..."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Time went by, and not even a glimpse of her. The University was holding a gala event for him, in honor of his tremendous achievement.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

It wasn't every day you stumbled on such an ancient tomb. He stood around the auditorium - which had been converted to accommodate the large party and its goers - with a glass of champagne he hardly drank and humbly accepted congratulations for his find. He cleaned up for the occasion - had to. His stubble had been shaved and his hair trimmed and combed. He was never really one for parties, anyway; always preferred to sit and people watch.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He saw a glimpse of bright, platinum blonde hair through the crowd, and couldn’t help but feel his heart skip. Was it?

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Part of him hoped it wasn't. He didn't want to deal with her right now. Not now. But a bigger part did want to see her.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Another glimpse, the curiosity alone was killing him. One way or another, he had to know.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

If it was her, she'd come to him. He wasn't going to chase her, not this time.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

The music hit a soft spot during the chorus, and the crowd parted to reveal her, her hair in a short, curly bob. That same red lipstick, in a form fitting, floor length silver dress. She was wearing some large, golden necklace, and she held her drink to her lips. Her eyes were locked directly on him.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

His chest aches a bit as he stared at her. God, she was... beautiful. He hated how drawn to her he was. But he didn't move an inch, maybe to prove a point to himself or whatever. He forced himself to look elsewhere, trying to seem indifferent to her being there.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

One more hopeful look up, after a pause, and she was gone.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He exhaled through his nose and sipped his champagne. It was for the best.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Soon enough, he caught a whiff of a very familiar perfume, she was next to him, sipping her cocktail. “Nice party.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He glanced at her and made a noise before looking out at everyone, "Thanks, I had nothing ti do with it.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Nice to see you still haven’t noted my contribution..” she said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Contribution, what are you talking about?" He asked.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Oh how silly, I forgot you got it back all by yourself.” She said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Oh, the Emerald of Isis..." He muttered, "Yeah, your contribution.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Yeah, my contribution, the whole reason you have it back..” she said. “As much fun as a room full of stiff collars gloating for you is, a footnote would have been nice.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Ah, yes. 'Grave Robber pitched in some, found an occult relic with her Commie friend.' Brilliant." He said.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Charming as ever.” She said as she rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t matter, you’ll either find some way to thank me or I’ll hold it against you like all of our other run ins.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Just like a woman..." He muttered, "If I ever thank you, it'll be from a padded cell."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Worse than a dog.” She said. “At least a dog behaves.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He turned as inconspicuously as possible, bending a bit so he could reach her ear, "Knock it off before I show you just how poorly a dog behaves." He whispered.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“What, going to call the police? Bark, hump my leg?” She asked as she sipped her drink with a flick of her eyes in his direction.