Enemies And Lovers?
They fight all the time, teeth and nails. How can it be that their also irreversibly in love with the other, not that they'd admit that.
She was Lloyds Sushine, but she was also his Headache.
His Lethal Woman!
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The band followed behind the coffin, marching as they played their instruments, soldiers behind them and then everyone else flocking in behind them in all black.
Fitzroy was the last person by himself walking in the back, gowned in all black with his sun glasses on to keep a low profile.
Off to his right two people sat side by side, one wearing a bright yellow top with white trousers, while the other wore white flared leggings, a baby pink tank top with a white ballet top on top of that.
It was safe to say that they stuck out like sore thumbs and were definitely not here for the funeral.
Not respectfully anyway.
"Hey, Fitz", Lloyd spoke muffled from the lollipop in his mouth, Gwen's lollipop. Making the man stop in his tracks.
"I know you?", Fitz asked, turning to the two.
"Professionally maybe", Lloyd humored, leaning back and swinging his legs out. "Lloyd Hansen, Hansen Government Services", he then revealed, throwing the lollipop.
"That was mine!", Gwen whined, looking down at the broken red shards of cherry goodness that was now the floors.
Feeling Lloyd nudge her, so she broke out of her sadness trance and look up toward Fritz as she spoke.
"I don't have a fancy company, I just work for myself, I don't need any men to do my dirty work", she side eyed Lloyd, who in return gave her a dirty look.
"Gwen Fowler!", she introduced herself with a toothy grin. "Nice to meet ya!", she laughed holding her hand out, Lloyd pushing it down harshly making her pout.
"Rings a bell", Fitz muttered, definitely having heard of them, everyone in the business has heard of them.
Doesn't necessarily mean that the things they heard were particularly good.
"Aw, does it", Lloyd had a sweet tone of voice as if those words warmed his heart. "Good. You know our work."
"That'll make this part a lot easier", Gwen scrunched her nose up at him.
"Where is he?", Lloyd said plainly, already knowing that Fitzroy knows who 'he' is.
"Where's who?", Fitzroy played pretend.
"You really wanna do this?", Lloyd smiled.
"Do what?", Fitzroy continued to play dumb.
"I think he wants to do this", Gwen told Lloyd, mocking his voice.
"You shut up!", Lloyd hissed at her before he turned to Fritz.
Giving him a smile before taking off his sunglasses, Fitz following suit. "You know what makes me sad, Don?"
"Your small hands?", Fitz answered smartly.
"I wouldn't say that", Gwen mumbled, brining her hand down to measure Lloyds in comparison to hers.
