”By the 1939, German Dictator, Adolf Hitler was determined to invade and occupy Poland. Poland, which had guarantees of French as well as British military support if it were to be attacked by Germany,” Anastasia rattled off to her last period class, but she couldn’t help noticing that all of her students looked bored. That was her fault, she realized. She normally went out of her way to make her lessons fun, try to include them in discussions, inferring what happened next and why. However, the brunette didn’t seem to have the same spring in her step that she’d had before, and had reverted to tried and true lecture format.
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“And that is an internal audit,” a man explained to a dirty blonde as she sipped on her drink, looking bored. “Now, obviously, an external audit is similar, but as you can imagine...”
The woman begins to slurp loudly.
“... the stakes are a lot higher. Are you sure I’m not boring you?”
“No,” she chuckles. “No, no, no. This is all very, um... fascinating.”
“Because I love numbers,” the man added, and she slurps loudly. “Everything you wanna know is right there. It’s kind of sexy if you think about it.”
“Oh shit,” the woman muttered, noticing her ex and the father of her teenage son, Johnny Lawrence stepping into the restaurant. “Hi, Johnny,” she said in a fake pleasant tone as he walked over to them. “Wow, what a nice surprise.”
“I called you eight times,” Johnny tells her in annoyance. “Then, I just started circling your usuals.”
“You know what, PJ?” the woman turned to the man in a suit that was sitting across from her at the bar. “Why don’t you go grab us a table, and I will meet you over there?”
“Terrific,” the PJ agreed. “You know what? I will order us a dozen oysters.”
“Oh, isn’t that thoughtful?” she chuckles.
“Excuse me,” the PJ said, stepping around Johnny.
The woman sighs, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Johnny sat down on the vacant bar stool. “I should ask you the same question. Shouldn’t you be at home with our kid... instead of scamming for a free meal with this nerd?”
“For the record, I actually came here looking for a bartending position,” the woman argues.
“Yeah, sure you did.”
“You need an application, Shan?” the bartender asked.
“Shut up, Terry,” Shannon snapped.
“Do you know that our son is at your apartment skipping school and smoking dip with a bunch of dirtbags?” Johnny asked her angrily.
“Well, that would be the first time ever that you actually know where your son is, so congratulations,” Shannon remarks sarcastically.
“Hey, sweetie,” PJ sidles up to Shannon. “Our table’s ready.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry. We were just about to sit down for dinner,” PJ apologized to Johnny. “I hope you don’t mind.
“Word of advice, she’s not gonna go down on you unless you buy dessert,” Johnny informed him.
PJ nodded awkwardly, “Alright, I’ll let you guys finish up. I’ll just be over there.”
“Yeah, you let us finish up,” Johnny says as PJ walks away.
Shannon sighs.
“So, you’re just gonna let Robby drop out of school?” Johnny asks.
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Muscle Memory
FanfictionCrossposted on AO3 under Shelb253947 When Anastasia moves to the San Fernando Valley half way through college, she wouldn't have believed in the idea that she'd bump into a down on his luck, former karate champion, Johnny Lawrence. She definitely wo...
