Dr. Shilo had not been thrilled with her overexertion and had threatened to put her back in the hospital should she push her luck again.
Fiora was in quite a snit the next day as she found herself compelled to stay couch-ridden by a distracted Dusky Beaumont.
"What am I supposed to do? I'm Bored!" Fiora wailed.
For easily the fourth time Dusky resisted the urge to tell the petulant pain in the ass just exactly what she could do, instead adopting the Southern Belle charm of her upbringing as she responded molasses sweet and slow, "Dr. Shilo suggested you keep a journal."
Fiora uncapped the marker with her teeth on a rabid little snarl and scribbled THIS SUCKS in bold letters on the open page of the journal before tossing it on the floor, "Tell him it worked wonders!"
Up off the couch she stomped for her bedroom area, Dusky's alarmed eyes following her, "Fiora what are you doing now?"
"Well I'm pretendin' I'm goin to the beach cuz otherwise I just might resort to seeing if I can't fit that journal up someone's ass!"
Whipping out of her kimono, Fiora shimmied into her yellow polka-dotted bikini that she'd yet to wear for the first time. Stuffing a matching fedora atop her wild hair she slid on sunglasses and a pair of flip flops.
With a huff she flopped back on the couch, wincing as the movement jarred her.
"Feel better?" Dusky arched a brow at her temperamental friend.
"As good as I'm going to get unless you got some kind of magic potion that'll put my recovered ass at the beach." Fiora responded with a mutinous lift of her chin, blinking back the sting of tears in her cerulean eyes.
Dusky took a long moment of silent observation before unfolding her leggy length and heading for the door with a, "Stay Put" delivered over one shapely shoulder.
Immediately remorseful for her snit, Fiora recovered the journal and spent the better part of fifteen minutes searching for the pen she'd thrown in her tantrum. She'd meant to write an apology note to the woman who had put up with her for the last few hours when her apartment door opened to reveal the recipient of her remorse.
Soundlessly Dusky made her way into the cute little kitchenette that Fiora never used, unloading a brown paper bag. Expertly she mixed up two fruity mai-tais in elaborate cocktail glasses she'd purchased. As Fiora stood in startled silence, Dusky added the umbrellas. Handing them off to the rarely quiet realtor, she spread out an ocean blue blanket on the floor of the apartment and settled upon it with a picnic basket and a stereo. One manicured nail pressed play and the sounds of the ocean waves spilled through the apartment. Lifting her gaze to the still frozen Fiora she revealed a hint of uncertainty that belied the efficiency of her actions, "Not a magic potion really...."
"Oh Dusky, it's perfect." Laughing through her tears, Fiora joined her friend upon the blanket in her ludicrous bikini, a mai-tai exchanging hands as she toasted her ingenuity.