Page 14 of Raijin
Afew hours later and they were back in Lanias office recuperating.
“Damn, my feet hurt! I think it’s time for a vacation,” Oye said as she rubbed her feet. She glanced at Sabina. “Can you tell you’re bitch of a sister, to give me some time off?”
Sabina, who was helping Lanias count out the tips shook her head. “Oye, you know you’re only complimenting her when you call her that. And when would you take this vacation? The last time you took a vacation, you complained it was too quiet.”
“I would love something quiet over dealing with your sisters bastard clientele.” Oye said shooting Lanias an irritated look.
Lanias seeming to sense her gaze spoke without looking up. “I’ve offered to send you to the islands several times.”
“Right. And I told you, I don’t want to have to play survival with a soccer ball.”
“Your choice,” Lanias said.
“Well maybe, I should just take some leave and arrange my own vacation again.” Oye grumbled.
“Don’t waste your money,” Lanias said.
Oye shot her an annoyed look, before she sagged into the couch. “You’re right, it would be a waste of money.”
Sabina’s eyes were firmly on the twenties she was counting, her fingers moving at the speed of light added her own two cents. “And it would save us from having to bail you out again.”
“It was one time,” Oye complained.
“Once was enough.” Sabina countered smartly as she gathered the money and tapped the collected bills against the tabletop. With a snap, the money disappeared into the safe in the corner of the room. “I didn’t even know you could do that with your metal,” she said crossing her arms.
“There is a lot I can do with my metal.” Oye said wickedly.
“Do I have to remind you how much we paid for your bail?” Lanias asked with a smile as she rose from her chair and walked around her desk.
Oye smile soured. “No, I’m good.”
To change the topic Oye turned her attention to Sabina. “So, I heard Joe was talking you up tonight, again.”
“Yeah, and so were the rest of them,” Sabina rebutted. “Like I said earlier, since I’ve just gotten rid of a man. I’m not eager to put another anchor around my throat.”
Oya scoffed at that, “Right, but you do have time to fuck.”
“Do I need to scrub your mouth out with soap, Oye?” Lanias asked her.
“You really would do it, you witch. Since you’re threatening me with a soapy mouth I’ll shut up.” Oye laughingly said.
“Good, now have you two decided on whether or not you’ll work the private party for me?” Lanias asked.
“I’m out,” Oye said as she stood up stretching. “I don’t mix well with the snooty types.”
“No surprise there,” Lanias muttered as she walked over to the coffee table where a staccato box of black marble laid. Flipping the top up, she brushed a finger over the cigarettes inside. Selecting one Lanias pulled it out. She flicked the edge, lighting it. Taking a deep inhale, her eyes sparkled as she blew out a stream of black smoke. “That leaves you, are you helping Sabina?”
Sabina nodded, “It’s better than sitting around the house waiting on Kahlia to get out of school. Plus, I need to save as much as I can to move out.” She made a beckoning motion at her jacket and purse; they floated up in and danced over to her. Grabbing them she added. “And please don’t bother lecturing me about it, I love that you’re okay with me and Kahlia staying with you forever, but I want to have my own place.”
Lanias gaze weighed her for a minute, “Fine. Do as you wish.” She relented taking another pull on her cigarette.
Putting her jacket on Sabina offered her sister a soft smile. “Thanks.”
“Yuck, okay enough of this sappy shit.” Oye cut in, “Are you riding with me or—.”
“I’m going to grab a taxi,” Sabina said firmly as she made her way to the door. “The last time I road with you on your bike, I saw my life flash before my eyes.”
Oye snickered, “I know, wasn’t it awesome.”