Saying thank you [johncasey]

[sweetsalome]

    Salome was never good with surprises, or waiting, she tended to go through all the Christmas gifts before Christmas to figure out what they were.  With movies she always wanted to know the end before the movie even started so she wasn't caught off guard during the middle of it.  So she didn't wait until it was the Major's birthday before getting him his gift.

The gift was two tickets to the Los Angeles Neil Diamond concert October 4th with back stage access.  Apparently with enough name dropping and money you could still get anything you wanted.  At least some things were alright with the world.  The tickets and passes were sent to his home in a plain, large manila envelope with a note inside.

Dear Major,

    Like all things, I really can't lose, so here you are.  The second ticket is for you to take whoever you want to, and hopefully you'll enjoy meeting the man in person. Tell you the truth, I am kind of surprised he's actually alive still.  Anyway, I got you this far, I leave the company and the Scotch up to you, since we both know that as a minor I'm not allowed to buy or consume alcohol much less ship it over state lines.

Thank you, for, you know, the usual.

    Salome.

Comments

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

I don't know what to say.

How did you...never mind.

*smiles* Thanks. I appreciate it.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

You might find this hard to believe, but it's kind of hard to say no to me.

You're very welcome, I am really glad I could make you smile.

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

You're quite persistent.

It made my day.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Well until ya give me a good slap, then I learn. Laughs.

You really don't know how happy that makes me, really, truly. You deserve something special.

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

*joking* Not until then, huh?

You think so, huh?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Nope! But you don't have to tell me twice after that. Sometimes it just takes a little tough love.

I know so! The sooner you start thinking like that the better.

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

I'll remember that.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Which one? There's a lot to remember there.

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

Both things.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

You think I'm kidding, about both things, but I'm not.

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

Fine. I'll believe you.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

You better. I'm better now, I could really take you down, or make you squeak like a little girl.

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

Riight...

Besides, I don't squeak - ever.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

A wet-willie will make you squeak. It's like, scientifically proven.

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

No, it won't.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Whatevs you totally made a gross face when I licked you. I can only imagine the horror when I stick my finger in your ear, wet!

I will get you, John Casey. Bwawhahaha!

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

*shakes head and rolls eyes*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

I just drive you up a wall, don't I?

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't quite say that, no.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

What would you say then?

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

I like talking to you. You somehow put up with me more than most people do.

But you have a silly notion on your head you could take me when you clearly can't.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Put up with you? It's not like you're an asshole or something, just quiet.

I can, I just need to either catch you off guard or weakened. . .

Gosh darnit WHY do I give away all my secret plans?!

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

Some people think I'm rather rude.

*grins* You crack under no pressure whatsoever.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

If you're rude to me I'll cry. HOW YOU LIKE THAT?!

I really have a hard time keeping internal dialog inside. Pretends to hold up tickets. Yeah, I got one for the fail boat, you know where that's docked?

[johncasey.livejournal.com]

You've threatened to do that before...

Dock 3. *laughs*