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The Fourth Sin - Saturday Evening

The Sin is open.

Becky? Not so much behind the desk, though surely if anyone came in, she'd show. She's a good businesswoman that way.

[Becky and I are around. She'll show up in the comments if anyone wanders in. :)]

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Jarod walked by on the way out to Caritas, wondering vaguely where Becky was.

Janet looked up at the sign, then back down at the note she copied from the town directory. The Archery teacher lived in the local brothel? That was...interesting. She shrugged and walked in. If she was going to take a class from a complete unknown, she'd like to get to meet her first.

And that's when a man with a lot of forehead and no pants came running past her and out the door, pursued by a woman who looked an awful lot like someone Janet already knew.

"AND I'M KEEPING YOUR PANTS," Becky shrieked after GOB, paying no attention to the petite girl who'd just entered the lobby, and threw a spiked boot after him.

She slammed the door, and straightened her jacket, turning with a quick smile.

"Hi, welcome to the Sin. Can I help you?"

[GOB modded fully with permission omg.]

"Hi," said Janet, who'd been staring at the man with no pants. She stared at the woman for a minute, then blinked. "Oh, you must be not-Rory. Um. Becky?" She looked down at her copy of the summer schedule. "Does Miho live here? There's only one Miho listed on the island, and she's teaching Archery, so I thought I'd see what I was getting into if Archery wasn't full by the time I signed up for it."

"Becky. Not Rory," she agreed. "I dress better. No idea where Miho is, but she lives here, yeah."

"Or at least, ah, differently," said Janet, staring at the leather, leather, and more leather outfit. "Do you have issues with Catholicism?" She shook her head. "Sorry. Anyway, I'd just wondered who she was, since I'd never met her before. I don't get into town much. Are you the Becky that's teaching Sex Ed?"

"No issues with Catholicism. I just like 'em," Becky shrugged. "And yes, I'm teaching Sex Ed. Are you one of the like, three girls in my thing?"

"They're very pretty," said Janet. Which they were, if a bit--lot--overdone. "No, I'm taking a break from my usual overload of science courses this summer. It would be mostly guys taking that, wouldn't it?"

"Yep. Note my shock."

Becky? Less than surprised-looking, really.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's for the educational opportunities afforded them," said Janet dryly.

"Uh huh. When I'm done with them, they'll be plenty educated." Becky gave a wicked grin.

Janet snickered. "Okay, now I'm disappointed I didn't sign up for Sex Ed. If I bring junk food, can I sit in on the more embarrassing sessions?"

"Assuming that's not against the rules," Becky said virtuously.

Janet mustered up her best wide-eyed innocent look. "We would never want to do something that might be bad," she said earnestly. And then she couldn't keep it up any more and snickered. "I should probably be getting back to the dorms. "Archery's going to be very interesting this summer. Oh, I'm Janet, by the way."

"Right. See you, Janet," Becky said, taking her spot behind the desk.

Janet waved as she walked out of the Sin and made her way back to the dorms.

Later in the evening, GOB returned to the Sin holding the boot that was thrown at him earlier. He stood just inside the door, though.

"I'll trade you. Your boot for my pants."

Becky glared.

"I have more boots."

"And I have more pants. But I like those pants and have no use for the boot," GOB said. "I'm not a fetishist or anything."

"Yeah, well, that's a pity, since that's more normal than what you did earlier," she said, still glaring and at least looking at the stairs as though she might go get his pants.

"I didn't mean it! Really! I wasn't paying a lot of attention to what I was saying due to... stuff and it just slipped out!" GOB said.

"Well then maybe you shouldn't talk when 'stuff' is happening," Becky sneered.

"You didn't have a problem when I talked when that was happening last night," GOB said, inching a little closer to the door.

"Yes, well, you didn't say the horribly inappropriate thing you just took back then," Becky said in a stunning fit of horribly confusing grammar.

"What's so wrong with that anyway?" GOB said. "If I didn't take it back, I mean. What does it matter even if I did mean it? It's just a thing that I said."

"But it's a thing," Becky insisted. She glared at him suspiciously. "Did you mean it?"

GOB looked around. He could probably make it out the door, but she had guns. She could shoot him from a distance. And he couldn't be sure that Miho wasn't behind the door.

It kind of seemed like either answer would be a bad idea. He responded the only way he could. "Did I mean what?"

He stalled for time.

"The...thing that you said," Becky said, waving a hand.

"What thing? I said a lot of things," GOB asked. And he took a quick glance out the door to see if he immediately spotted Miho out there.

"You know which thing. The...thing."

She really, really didn't want to say it.

"The thing about how good you are in bed? I meant that," GOB said.

"No. The...." Becky muttered something.

"The what?" GOB asked. He thought he saw a way out of this. But it was risky.

"The...love thing," she finally said, kicking a paperweight off the desk in frustration.

"Do you have a bigger problem with me saying it or me taking it back?" GOB asked.

Becky stared at him.

"I...don't have to answer that," she said indignantly, actually getting out of her chair and heading for the stairs to retrieve his pants.

GOB wiped his brow when she walked toward the stairs. There was no way in hell he was moving away from the door yet, but he felt like he dodged a bullet and probably wouldn't have to dodge any real bullets because of that.

She returned with his pants moments later, and held them out.

"Here."

He took his pants and handed over her boot. "Thanks."

GOB stared at his pants for a moment and looked back up at Becky. "So. I'll see you later?"

"I guess," Becky said, shrugging. "It's not like there's any reason for you to. But y'know. Small town. Whatever."

"Come on, you know I'll be back within a couple days to talk," GOB said. "We have workshops to coordinate and all."

"Right. Whatever," Becky replied. "I don't care."

"Fine," GOB said, rolling his eyes. He opened the door, looked around for a ninja attack, and walked out.

Becky shut the door after him, and made her way back to the desk.

Seconds later, the boot he had given back gave a THUMP as it hit the door.

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