Time is a drag when you’re still waiting for your phone to ring. She’s sick of waiting. She’s losing her patience. No. Correction. She’s done lost her patience. So much so that she’d thrown the cell phone across the room at the hotel she’s been staying at. She’s been waiting and waiting and waiting for that guy to call. She’s gotten sick of waiting. So now, now that she’s in a right pissed off mood, she’s decided that she’s going to go make someone else’s life a bit more of a living hell.

She’s hanging out across the street in the coffee shop. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for little Gunn to show up for work. She’s keeping herself blended in with the crowd in the coffee shop so he won’t even notice that she’s there. She's wearing tight blue jeans and a tight light blue tank top. She's left her hair entirely down today. Easier to hide herself that way. She bought herself an iced cappuccino and picked a table not too far from the window so that she could see out and at the entrance of the gallery, but yet far back enough that she wouldn’t be noticed with the hustle and bustle of the busy place.

She watches... she waits...

Gunn pulls in and parks the truck. Thorn is still letiing him drive it most of the time. He walks up the walkway and to the gallery to unlock it and set everything up for the day. A perfectly ordinary day, or so he thinks.

Perfect day, perhaps. Ordinary, not hardly. Not when Tina decides that she’s going to stir things up again it’s not. She waits until he’s walked inside the gallery to finally stand up from the table she’s been sitting at. Watching. Waiting. She tosses her empty cup in the garbage as she heads for the door and crosses the street. Right into the building she goes.

“Gunn... darling...” she says sweetly in a sing song voice even though that’s so not what she’s feeling at the moment.

"What now?" An almost bored tone answers, he doesn't even look up at her from setting up the till in the giftshop.

She’s got a smile on her face as she wanders over to the counter. She leans over it and puts her elbows on the counter. Even though she’s smiling, there’s a glint in her eye that gives away her foul mood entirely. “What makes you think I’m here any reason other than to see how you’re doing?” Bitch.

Gunn know Tina better than that. She never wants anything good, unless it's good for her. She's up to something. He finishes what he's doing and then goes and turns the opened signs.

"What are you just going to keep bugging the crap out of me till I get a restraining order?" he asks.

“Now why would you want to do that?” she asks sounding all hurt and innocent. “This is a public place you know.” She turns and leans her butt against the counter watching him.

"Actually it isn't it's privately owned. And I don't need to be harassed at work. I'm sure you wouldn't understand that, since you've never worked." He says. He's cleaning all of the glass display cases with windex right now. "And the sign says, "Please don't sit on the counters." There are couches ."

She rolls her eyes at him. “I’m not sitting on the counter,” she states. “I’m leaning against it. Don’t you know the difference, darlin’?” She pushes away from the counter anyway and walks towards him. “Given anymore thought about what I’ve told you, sweets?” she asks when she’s just about right next to him. She totally ignores the working comment.

"No but my lawyers have." He says. He's pissed, but downpalying it, his face is red and angry while he moves through the gallery to turn on the lights that light up individual pieces of hanging art.

She follows him as he goes around turning on lights. She’s noticed that his face has turned red. “Now, now, sweet cakes,” she coo’s. “No need to get so upset.” She's glancing at things every so often as she follows him around. Bitch.

So far he hasn't so much as raised his voice. Still it is clear he resents her intrusion. Her smugness is also a sore point. He walks around the counter in the gift shop again to rech below and turn on the muzak. It's tempting to trip the silent alarm, but he knows the situation does not actually warrant it.

Tina, do you have any idea how lucky you are, any idea how bad your life wouldreally be at this moment if Viv had nothing more to concentrate on than Gattling....oh wait, that's right, you never took the time to learn anything about his family.

That’s right. Tina knows nothing about his family. She never cared to take the time to find out anything about them. It’s all about Tina, you know. Tina’s world revolves around Tina. Oh yeah, and money.

“Poor dear Gunn,” she coo’s as she continues glancing at different pieces of art. “Missing out on so much of your daughter’s life already...”

He makes no comment. None at all. His sister had urged him to go and have a few medical tests run. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that wasn't his kid. He wasn't about to let Tina know he had proof though. Gunn is in a vengeful mood, he intends to let this whole charade play out so he can see the look on her face after the court ruling. As much as it irks him to do it he'll let her think she has the upper hand. Saddly too, he does feel bad for the little girl, if she were really his he'd fight for her. At times it tempts him anyway.

The little girl would probably be better off with Gunn even if she isn’t his in all honesty. Tina doesn’t give a shit about her. That’s why she’s up here and the kid was dumped at her mothers house. She only shows any attention to the kid when there’s something in it for Tina. What a shame too. Such a pretty little girl Destiny is.

“What’s wrong, love? Cat got your tongue?” she coo’s at him. “Don’t you want to see your daughter?”

"When are you going to take the hint? I'm not going to deal with you, this is why I have lawyers. Do you have any legitimate business here?" he wants to know. He goes over to the large fish tank in the north wall and turns the lights in it on. Then he feeds the fish.

And she follows him yet again. Obviously she doesn’t get the whole boundaries and personal space bit, eh? “I told you,” she says all sweetly. “Maybe I just came by to see how you’re doing...” Liar. She came to push his buttons and irritate him. She’s been in quite the pissy mood lately so why not make everyone else’s life hell at the same time?

He knows exactly why she's here. She's doing a great job too. His reply is caustic but in a pleasant tone. "I'm great, still a one legged, impotent fuck." he says.

Blink. Blink. Impotent? She’s got her back to him at the moment cause she had paused to look at some painting on the wall. “Riiiight,” she says sarcastically finally. What's wrong Tina? Can't think of anything else to say?

"Sure, that bug you? You weer the last one to get any from me it hasn't worked since. You had me convinced it was me for a while. Now I wonder if you didn't give me some disease that stopped it from working entirely, you know something you picked up from a one night stand....." he says after feeding the fish. He really does wish she'd go away.

“I didn’t give you shit,” she snapped and whipped around from the painting she’d been looking at. Goodness. Did that strike a nerve? “It’s not my fault you weren’t worth a shit in bed.” Oh look. Her voice raised a bit.

At that point, the front door opened and in walks a little boy wearing baggy jean shorts and a baggy red button up shirt. The top two buttons are left open. It’s not tucked in. Over his shoulder is a red backpack.

Gattling greets the kid in Spanish, he's hardly fluent but he did pick up some stationed in Honduras for two years. The kid grins. Tina looks annoyed.

“Buenos días,” the boy greets in reply while eyeing the annoyed looking woman. “¿Quién es éste?” he asks.

Tina is indeed quite annoyed. She hates to be interrupted. “I’ll see you later, sweet cakes,” she says in an irritated voice and turns to leave.


((Buenos días = Good morning
¿Quién es éste? = Who’s this?))

Still in Spanish to the boy, "A whore, she ran around on me with some one I thought was a friend, ignore her, she's just a bitch. No one at all important."

"Hope the door hits you on the ass." Gunn calls after her.

"What's up?" he asks the boy in English. He likes Len's foster son, he can't say why exactly but the kid reminds him of Viv.

His eyes widen a bit as he’s told probably a little more information than he really wanted to know. He turns slightly to watch the woman striding away. He snorts back a laugh at Gunn’s words. “I hope it does, too,” he says snidely.

And what do ya know... The door does hit her in the ass. Swear words can be heard from her as she hurries away.

Blade busts out laughing at that point.

"Well, Blade you come by to go use one of the workshops?" Gattling asks the boy. He too is tickled the door hit Tina in the ass.

It takes him a little while but he finally manages to get his laughing under control. “Yes, sir,” he says politely while still chuckling. “I’ve got a few sketches that I’m considering trying acrylic on.”

He can’t help but glance towards the door and snicker again while shaking his head. “Why’s she buggin’ you here?” he asks curiously before he can stop himself.

"Trying to extort money from me. Better here than my house though. If I run her off from bugging me here I'm afraid she'll try that gated community or not. I don't want her upsetting my pregnant girlfriend." he says.

“Are you serious?” he says as he blinks. “What a bitch...” His eyes widen and he glances towards the door. “Um... don’t tell Ellen... I’ve been trying to watch my swearing...”

"Swaer in Spanish then, I know all the swears really good from the Army. Len doesn't." Gunn says with a grin. He's only half serious.

Blade chuckles but shakes his head. “Wouldn’t feel right,” he says. “It’s still saying bad words. I promised that I’d be more careful of the swearing. Gotta try to keep my promise.” Very interesting. It really does seem as though Ellen is a good influence on the cocky boy. Any other time he wouldn’t care and would just go right on swearing. However, he doesn’t want social services to come and take him away.

Gunn laughs at the kid and gets out the keys to unlock the workshop. "If I'd known you were coming I would'nt have fed the fish already." He says. Sometimes Blade likes to watch when they get fed. Gunn is waiting for him to ask if he can feed them.

“Aw darn,” he says and wrinkles his face up. “Guess I shouldn’t have stopped to gawk at different things on my way this morning.” He had found himself stopping and looking at different things that had caught his attention long enough for him to consider if it was worth drawing or not. This is what he does though. So easily distracted by something that catches his eye. If it’s worth drawing, it stays in his mind. If it’s not, it doesn’t. “I’ll just have to get here quicker tomorrow.” He’s been wanting to ask if he could feed the fish but was a bit worried that he’d mess it up or something.

Gunn walks in back and unlocks the workshops letting Blade have free reign. "Len says she got some new apints in, if you want to try them out, they're still in the box from when they were shipped. It's proabably in the cabinet. She still resting like she's supposed to?" he asks the boy. He does worry bout Len, she's his friend after all.

Blade’s face lights up as he listens. “Sweeeeet,” he says, drawing out the word. He nods his head. “Yeah. She is. She was still sleeping when I left this morning. Left a note on the table letting her know I was coming down here. I didn’t want to make any noise to wake her.”

Gunn nods. "Good." he says. "I'll be up front if you need me." he says leaving the boy.

“Alright,” he says and goes looking for the box that Gunn had told him about. He finds the box and sets about trying to open it. He’s getting frustrated because, for some reason, it’s just not wanting to open. He can’t get the thing to open. “Damn it,” he mutters and shoves the box.

He turns and heads back out front to look for Gunn. “I can’t get that stupid box to open...” he complains as he nears where the man is. The front door opens and in walks a man. Blade turns to see and his eyes open wide...

Gunn only sees a guy coming in to shop. Blade sees a guy who looks an aweful lot like Docotor Grgeory Benedict. It isn't Greg, but I'm sure the resemblance is too close for comfort for the boy. The man locked him in clsets, hospital rooms and cahined him in a dark room full of rats. Not to mention Greg lives with the very frightening Ally........

“Oh fuck...” the boy whimpers in a hushed whisper. He’s standing close enough to Gunn though that Gunn will probably hear him. His eyes have grown wide with fear as he watches the man that he honestly things is Greg walking into the gallery. “No... no... no...” he whispers as he keeps on backing up. He’s backed up to the point of being stuck against the wall.

His breathing is starting to pick up as his panic rises. He’s getting that ‘strange’ feeling rising inside of him as well. What the hell is Greg doing here? That’s what’s going through his mind. That ‘strange’ feeling growing stronger inside him.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Gunn asks and the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise.