Savage Scavenge (MaryJanice Davidson in Charming the Snake) – Chapter Six

He burst into his apartment with the two bags and Dr. Loder. The place was full of people, but there were probably only a dozen or so inside… [Hell, I don’t think I even could fit a dozen people into my flat…] his apartment was ludicrously small. A typical bachelor pad… messy, tiny, smelly, and in desperate need of a woman’s touch. [*dies a little inside* I know men, who have more of a woman’s touch than me… A woman’s touch… What’s that supposed to mean anyway?]

Jaz, who apparantly is thinking that, wonders about himself – he never had a problem with his flat before. His friend Jody steps forward and asks him how he did:

“I won, babies! Check this: I got water wings, a quarter from 2005, a classified ad from someone who doesn’t want a picture, a can of vegetables starting with the letter C, a Crayola crayon in Burnt Umber, and…” He grabbed Gladys’s elbow and pulled her forward. “… Dr. Loder!”

Jody and another friend, Tim, are reasonably impressed that he got all those things in under two hours, when Gladys slowly catches on and asks to speak with Jaz outside [which is a great opportunity for Davidson to give us the old “Mr. *** is my father”-joke… Which probably was funny, about 100 years ago. But not necessarily]. She pulls him in the hallway and he makes some more bad jokes to cover up that he’s incredibly nervous all of a sudden, until she gets some sense out of him.

“I was an item on a scavenger hunt?” She sounded like she didn’t know whether to be mystified, amused, or pissed. “Me and — and water wings?”
(… turns to go …)
He leapt forward and caught her elbow again. “Wait, wait. Come on, don’t be mad. Okay, I was a jerk; I tricked you. But look at what high regard you’re held in — you were the last thing on the list, and you know they do those things in order of difficulty.”
“I was harder to get,” she said, totally emotionlessly, “than a crayon?” [I think that is the most direct approach of objectifying a woman in a romance story I have ever seen. EVER.]

Well, I guess, we can all imagine, how that one continues. Once a woman is an object, she doesn’t have a will of her own anymore.

Jaz invites her in for a beer, thinking “He didn’t want her to leave mad. Hell, he didn’t want her to leave at all.“, immediatly scolding himself for thinking that. Then he tells her that Jamie gave him Gladys’ adress.

To get her to accept his invitation, though, he has to first tell her, what his “power” is.

“I can make forcefields of any kind or shape or density. So I just sort of made a field around me and walked up the side of your building, and then I used another one to break your door. I figured if it was all dramatic and quick, you wouldn’t have time to argue.” [Wow… I’d like someone to explain me the physics of that…]

Anyway, this revelation still isn’t enough, so Jaz tries to get her with the old “you don’t want to seem like a dried-up spinster and ruin all our fun and your reputation” move.

“I don’t care what anybody thinks.” She folded her arms across her chest and looked, for a moment, as if she did care. A lot. [Of course, every girl cares about her reputation, it’s the way they are built.] “You tricked me, and you used me, and now you want me to have a drink?” [You bastard! But his red eyes make him sooo loveable…]
“Come on,” he coaxed. “I’ll owe you one.”
Suddenly, she smiled. “That’s right,” she said. “You will.”


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