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Date Posted: 14:22:51 12/30/02 Mon
Author: CCCook
Subject: Re: Studs, Texas -book two- Studs Trek II: The Wrath of Lucy
In reply to: Sue 's message, "Re: Studs, Texas -book two- Garnett Family Ranch, Late Saturday Night." on 22:32:10 12/29/02 Sun

"Really, Lucy, I don't think Chris would mind if we were able to actually hear the programme! I promise I won't turn it up any higher than I need to!"

Tony was on about that again for about the twentieth time. After all, there was only so much one could read about all that Studs, Texas had to offer. Tony was bored, and Lucy really couldn't blame him. Certainly he was tired, but like herself, unable to sleep.

She looked over at Chris, who hadn't moved except to switch positions once or twice since he fell asleep a couple hours ago. She'd have envied him if he hadn't been so ill.

"I just know that when I'm sick, I don't want to hear the telly when I'm trying to sleep! Is that too much to ask, Tony?" Lucy said in a mildly exasperated tone.

"Actually, Lucy, it is! Far too much to ask in a situation like this!" Tony retorted, then turned his attention to the television set.

"Don't you want to hear how that happened?"

The local news was showing footage from a recent accident scene. The captions read something about the mayor's daughter, but it wasn't enough for Tony to see what was really going on.

"I wonder if Paul knows those people? He seems to know some of the more important ones here!"

"If it's someone that important, they'll be reporting on it tomorrow. Why don't we just turn it off now?"

"Or why don't we just turn the volume up a bit more so I can hear it now?"

"Tony, I -"

"Oh, for God's sake, Lucy, let him turn up the volume! It's better than listening to the two of you arguing about it all night long!"

Lucy and Tony turned to see Chris staring blearily at them. He'd actually been awake and listening to this rubbish for several minutes before his impatience got the better of him. He did realise that Lucy meant well, but Tony was as stubborn as she was, and it was truly grating on his nerves.

"Hey, thanks mate!" Tony enthused, as he aimed the remote and turned up the volume. He then proceeded to occupy himself by flipping the channels like a maniac...or like a regular bloke.

Lucy shook her head. Why did she even bother?

"Sorry, Chris." she sighed, giving up. "How long were you listening? Not too long, I hope!"

"No." Chris murmured. "Not too long. Long enough, I suppose. I missed room service, didn't I?"

"We didn't think you'd want anything." Lucy smiled sweetly. "We could order something now if you'd like!"

"No!"

Chris responded more sharply than he intended, turning slightly green at the very thought. "I think it's just as well that I slept right through it!"

"Right! I doubt you'd have appreciated it much in your state." Tony interjected.

"The food was actually rather good; I was entirely shocked! Not quite to the standard of my culinary artistry...or yours, Lucy, but all in all quite acceptable."

Tony went on to describe the menu in detail, and how it would compare to one of his own design. Lucy listened in rapt admiration, forgetting for a moment about how Chris might be feeling.

"Would you mind at all changing the subject, Tony?"
Christopher finally managed, softly through clenched teeth.

Chris was cursed with an imagination vivid enough to allow Tony's discourse to affect the state of his stomach, which was at the moment, highly unsettled. This was no simple motion sickness or other travelling problem, he had to admit, though his biggest clue should have been the fever. As it was, he felt like gagging, and it took a good deal of willpower to keep him from retching, which he desperately did not want to do since he hadn't eaten at all since before the long flight. Dry heaves were neither fun nor pretty. Still, he leaned over and grabbed the wastebasket. Just in case.

"Maybe what I've got is a touch of...food poisoning." he noted, sharply emphasising the last two words, after the queasiness had passed somewhat.

"That's not possible!" Tony growled. "You didn't eat on the plane. That would leave only what we had at the bistro before we left!"

"And your point is?"

"I'll tell you what my point is..."

Tony and Christopher continued to verbally pick at each other, becoming increasingly sarcastic and just plain mean, until Christopher finally said, in a low, menacing tone, "If you weren't married to my sister, your demise would be IMMINENT!"

"Oh, so it's death threats now, Davenport? Well, let me just say that if Lucy wasn't your sister, you'd have been long dead by now and don't you forget it!"

"Tony! Christopher! SHUT UP!!!" Lucy yelled, finally sick and tired of their constant bickering.

"I have had to deal with this all the way from London, and I'm not having it anymore!!!"

She grabbed the remote from Tony's hand and turned off the television.

"This has gone far enough! If either of you had made good on any of those death threats you seem to enjoy passing back and forth, I'd have been a...a...brotherless widow many times over! If this keeps up, I swear I'm going to kill you both myself! There will be no more television until we settle into our own room tomorrow, Tony, and maybe not even then if I'm not in the mood for it! And I'm calling the hotel doctor now, Christopher! You still have a fever, and I'll be damned if I'm catching whatever it is you've got...which since the bistro still has my name on it, cannot possibly be food poisoning...even if it is!!!"

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