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@alexa-kaiser
Is this whiskey?
“If it is I’d hope you’d share. It’s never any fun drinking alone.”
“They really are. Oh, the Crocs. I don’t understand the Crocs. I feel like they’ve got to make their feet smell awful. They’ve got no place to be rude.”
“Right? Plus I’m sure they lock in moisture like no other, that can not be comfortable. But grandmas and dads swear by the damn things. I almost feel bad for the sales associate who had to help them.”
“Funny, but I actually turned down the offer. It didn’t feel like the real deal, you know?”
“Oh definitely, you shouldn’t marry someone if you’re heart’s not in it. Besides, I’m sure she proposes to all the cute guys in costume anyway.”
The brunette nodded, agreeing. “I was hoping you’d say something like that because I was about the lose the rest of faith I had left in humanity.”
“You work with the public and still have a shred of faith left in the world? You’ve gotta share your secret,” Alexa insisted, only half joking.
I think that would be absolutely amazing but like you said I probably would spend all of the money that Disney had paid out to me so far. You think they’d have like a value section – since where all not made of money. Even though I think everyone here deserves the money they get. We all work so so hard to make the guests happy.
“A clearance section would definitely be greatly appreciated. Although I feel like it would just be more of a reason for me to buy myself into bankruptcy. But I totally agree with you, we all work really hard. Honestly I don’t think there’s an “easy” job around here.”
“See I considered a blender too, but for a different reason. I was thinking something like bringing people together, or something. I don’t even know.” Levi laughed as well, then nodded and offered a much less interesting question. “Alright. How would you describe yourself in three words?”
“Oh see that’s sweet, I like that answer,” the girl chimed as they walked towards the front door of the shop. “Only three huh? That’s tricky,” Alexa mused, her mind thumbing through her mental dictionary as it searched for three words that were honest, but not so honest she made herself look bad. “Well, for better or worse, I’d have to say excitable, blunt, and impulsive.” There was a bit of a drawn pause between the second and third words as she fought for a brief second with herself on what might leave a decent impression. “Now you, what are your words?”
“Not a Cockney accent, are you kidding? No one wants that accent, it’s horrifying.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s horrifying... maybe not everyone’s favorite, I’ll give you that. But a British accent is a British accent, probably a bit out of place in Florida, but endearing nevertheless. Or maybe I’m just baised.”
“I guess so, you just jumped in so quick. I wasn’t ready.” Levi commented with a laugh. “I mean, favorite color, favorite food… I was ready for that. This… this is just too much.” He said dramatically, still grinning as he did. He nodded at her answer, satisfied with it and now sure of his answer. “I’m definitely an oven then. What would you choose?” He asked curiously, thinking of a new question to offer her along with it. “I really don’t think I can top that question.” he admitted, after quite a while of thinking on the way to the nearest frozen yogurt place. “I guess I’m just not that creative.”
“A blender,” she retorted after a moment of thought, “I think that fits my personality pretty squarely. Docile until provoked, yeah that about sums it up.” The girl laughed at herself and shook her head at his comment. “Nonsense, I’m sure you’re plenty creative, but I did sort of sneak-attack you with that one. So ask me anything you’d like, I’m pretty much an open book. Favorite color, favorite food, all that stuff.”
“I know, I try to be really understanding, but … rude, entitled guests and their equally rude and entitled offspring, though. Ugh, I feel myself going into a rant. I need some food. I’m not myself when I’m hungry.”
"Ugh, aren’t they just the worst? Those stuck up suburban families are so annoying. It’s like dude, I don’t know why you have a superiority complex, you’re wearing Crocs.”
“I don’t think there is a better way.” Levi agreed, then quieted down as she spoke again. He shrugged, opening his mouth to say that he imagined that was a good place to start, only to close it again at her exclamation. He laughed when she grabbed his arm and couldn’t help but to grin at her obvious excitement. Once her question was voiced, Levi let out a laugh that made him hold a hand to his stomach. “We aren’t even eating the yogurt yet, and you’re already asking the good questions. I don’t know if I could choose… this is a tough one and the pressure is just too much. If I’m an oven, can I taste the food that people put in me?”
Alexa waited for his reaction to her more or less unorthodox question and bit back a laugh as he showed it. She looked up at him with a small coquettish smile on her lips as he spoke, nodding ever so slightly as he did. “Sometimes you just have to jump right into action,” the girl grinned, brushing a few stray hairs from her face as he delivered the additional clarifying question. “Oh I would assume so,” she answered back, her face falling a little bit as she thought about it, as if this were a real, serious contention. “I would hope so at least. That would be such a sad existence, having to have all this great stuff put inside of you to cook but you can’t try any of it. So I’m just going to say yes.”
Innit it? I love my little Rajah. Good kitty. Exactly though. I’m just an impulse buyer especially if it has anything to do with the movies I like. I can’t tell you how much Mickey ears I have just lying around. I should donate them to charity or somethin’ like that. Because, really, when am I ever going to wear all of them? Have you seen the kitchen ware and stuff that they have in the gift shops? I’m just fuckin’ tempted to make my house into Mickey Mouse clubhouse.
“Um, yes! That would be amazing. You could just walk in and be in your seven year old self’s dream home with glove pillows and ear plates, you could even have one of those old giant statues of Mickey Mouse that’s actually a landline phone. I mean it might set you back a couple grand, all that stuff is so ridiculously overpriced, but you could do it! It’s one of the perks of adulthood, you can Disney-fy your kitchen whenever you want to.”
“ You know — it’s really hard to stay cheerful and happy when, at least, two middle-aged dads are staring at your ‘seashells’ while you sign a little girl’s autograph book. ”
“Ugh, gross,” she cringed. “It’s moments like that when I wish you could call guests out. Just so sweetly say ‘oh sir, do you want your own pair of shells? You seem to be admiring mine an awful lot,” and make them start bumbling like idiots.”
“Of course not. I know we hardly know each other, but I like you and I want you to come. Plus, I don’t like the idea of people judging me while I eat frozen yogurt alone.” Levi admitted, laughing lightly at himself.
“Well what better way to get to know a person than over dessert,” Alexa beamed, rolling her shoulders back and fixing a hint of a playful grin onto her lips. “So do we start with the typical first-off questions or jump right in? Like... - oh!” The girl jumped slightly as the idea popped into her head, grabbing his arm without realizing it as her words came out in an excited cadence. “If you could be any kitchen appliance, which one would you choose,” she posed. “Choose carefully, your answer can reveal a lot about you.”
“I think we just figured out everything. Now we can go and join them, or we’ll tell everyone their secret ways.” Athena laughed. Sometimes it was fun being able to just be silly and she felt like she wasn’t able to be much.
“Oh I definitely vote for join them. I totally think we could make up the winning name.” Another light giggle escaped her lips. It felt great to laugh like this, she hadn’t in such a long time, a great change of pace.
“A seven-year-old proposed to me today. I admit I shouldn’t have laughed, but my reaction really wasn’t as bad as her parents made it sound.”
"Oh boy, making the parents angry already and you just got engaged?” Alexa teased, trying to hold back her smile. “Do I smell trouble with the in-laws or what?”
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So as not to duplicate answers I’m going to just skip over the ones already sent in. Cool? Cool.
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14.) Would you rather sleep at a friend’s or have them over?
I would rather stay over at a friend’s for sure. I’m always so self-conscious about if my place is clean enough or if I have the right food in my fridge or anything like that, so I avoid having others over when I can. But I can fall asleep just about anywhere, so it works out that I don’t have to be at home every night.