Title: Your Lips Are Moving But You Make No Sense
By: Bridget McKennitt
Character: Aisha
Rating: PG
Word Count: 409
Prompt: Losers, Aisha, A vacation, where all she does is relax? She's embarrassed to say she doesn't know how. from alex_kade at fic_promptly.
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself.
Disclaimer: The Losers movieverse is owned by other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Aisha knew several languages fluently. It was one of the many things her father expected her to learn and master while growing up. And yet for all her linguistic mastery, she couldn't understand what Clay was telling her.
"Say again?" she asked.
He gave her a look. "Vacation. I want you to go on a vacation."
"Where?" A thought occurred to her. "Are we talking about a mission? Who is the target and where am I going?"
Clay rolled his eyes and stopped short of throwing his arms into the air, though Aisha saw his halted movement.
"It's not a mission. There's no stealing anything or killing anyone or spying on someone. It's you probably on a secluded beach relaxing with a mai tai or whatever drink you want. You do know what a vacation is, right?"
She vaguely knew what it was. Vacations were for lazy people who easily made themselves targets by becoming too comfortable. Aisha had assassinated plenty of people on vacations. "Are you trying to kill me?" she asked, her right hand twitching as she slowly reached for her gun in her holster.
Clay's eye twitched. "Not right now, but you're pushing it. Do I need to grab one of the other Losers to explain what I want you to do? You are stressed, I am stressed, we are all stressed, and I want all of us to go on vacation. Not together, because I see you assholes plenty, but taking a break from the mission is a good idea every now and then. Gets the blood flowing and all that shit."
If Clay brought over someone like Jensen to talk to her, there was definitely going to be some bloodshed. Aisha shook her head. "You are making a big deal over nothing, Clay. I'll go to a beach and sip some stupid drink if it makes you feel any better. And while I am there, give me an assignment to kill someone. Those are always so much fun."
Clay smacked his face with his palm and he grumbled incoherently before stomping away. Aisha watched him go. She didn't know what she said to make him so annoyed with her, but at least it got him to stop nagging her if only for a moment.
Aisha sat down on a chair and began cleaning out her guns. If Clay was going to force her on a vacation, then she was going to go in prepared.
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