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“Oh, c’mon, Thor, you know I hate heights.”
“Yeah, but see, Thor doesn’t. God of Thunder. Can Fly. Twirling his hammer into the sky. God of Thunder doesn’t give a shit what you hate. Sorry.”
So…. I guess I missed a lot of things here, huh?
The town blew up into a fiery inferno and all that’s left is the remnants of the dinosaurs and zombies, but no, not that much.
Kasey had simply nodded her head at his request hands placed on to the counter as she leaned against it gently while her eyes moved between the man before her and the line behind him, his lack of awareness or perhaps caring had the corners of her lips turning upwards—a smirk which only appeared to deepen at the mention of her shirt. Blue eyes rolled freely as she slid down the counter, “No that life choice was all mine,” she drawled reaching beneath the lip of marble she took hold of a box, it’s design a little played out if you asked the red head yet still she placed it on the marble before her, brow raised, “And Death Wish would be the strongest— 660 milligrams of caffeine per twelve fluid ounce all the way from New York. He doesn’t get much of it in, actually I think it was given to him as a joke…” she added with a shrug eyes never leaving the pair that stood before her.
“I’ll take two of those,” Andrew said. “I’m hoping to keep him up late.” It took quite a lot of effort not to wink at that, but he managed somehow. “I’d try to convince you out of that life choice,” he added, pointing at the shirt, “But Lucas keeps saying he’s going to implement a plaid dress code anyway, so at least you’ll enjoy the apocalypse.” He glanced behind him, noticed the line, and sighed. “I should go probably, huh? Any chance I can just slip back there?” he asked, pointing to behind the counter. “I really don’t want to go back to work.”
Aaliyah smiled at Andrew and grabbed her bag. “Then, I guess all I have to do now is buy the shirt.” She opened her wallet to check to see if she had enough cash. “Business casual. No jeans, t-shirts, or flip flops,” she told him. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. She headed towards the counter to check out. “What about at the Manor? Do you have a dress code?”
“I’m the first person people see when they check into a room. They look at me and decide if this is the place they want to sleep, if they can trust that the sheets are clean, the food is poison free, the staff is nice, the town is worth staying in. I have to look good. That’s my dress code. Our tourist income is close to nothing. If I have a bad day, that number isn’t going to go up. I’m sort of important.” He shrugged, putting a few dollars in the tip jar for Jensen; after all, this had been his idea to go shopping. He should probably contribute something.
No, it’s fine. It’s fine… totally not even bothered that they’re out of my favorite cookies. Not like it’s a Girl Scout staple or anything.
I have two boxes, I have two boxes.
“Oh please. We both know you love me already. I make a mean mixed drink, after all.”
“Yeah, I can’t deny that. And you’re not so hard on the eyes, Davis. Don’t forget that I only like pretty people.”
“You know, the longer we talk, the less I like you.” she retorted, only half-joking as she turned to lead the way. “And this better be good, because I could be vegging out on my couch instead.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot. You’ll thank me later,” Andrew said, nearly pushing her into Jensen’s shop now. He went straight for the first rack, picking up an armful of clothes until they were far past the 6 items limit. “I’ll hold these,” he said as he picked out his top 6--a lacy blouse, a red tight-fitted one, a purple dress, and a few other selections--and slung the rest over his arm.
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“Oh don’t sound so surprised!” She laughed as she reached across the table to push his arm playfully, “But thank you. I picked it up in LA on my way home, I thought you’d appreciate it more than the cat sweater.” She grinned a little and took a sip from her water glass, “Well no one is at the table behind us so why do they need to see it? I think they’re just mad because you have better taste in centerpieces than they do.” She smiled, “They’re beautiful, like always. You have quite an eye for pretty things.” Nodding her head, Rylie unfolded the cloth napkin and placed it across her lap, “No, I doubt that. They’re just staring to come around since they know it’s going to happen whether they like it or not.” Rylie shrugged her shoulders and remained smiling as she changed the focus of their conversation from herself to him, “Anyways, tell me what you’ve been up to. Catch me up to all that is Andrew within the past week.”
“How could I like anything more than your cat sweater?” Andrew asked, eyes purposefully wide in mock shock. He paused to thank the waiter for bringing their appetizers then dug into a mozzarella stick while he continued, “And I’m not surprised. I’m stunned. I’m speechless. My life has been altered.” He grinned teasingly, propping up the menu between them. “Remember, we have to do new tonight. We’ve almost hit everything by now.” Perks--or perhaps downfall--of only really having one restaurant in town: you could easily try everything they had to offer. “They should hire me. Part time job making the center pieces for this place? Not too shabby.” He shrugged; was it the luxurious life he had planned? No, but at least this restaurant was nice, and it didn’t look like he’d be leaving Crystalmont any time soon. They ordered, and then, as Andrew handed over his menu, he thought over everything that had taken place since Rylie had been gone. “A whole lot of nothing,” he concluded. “Your brother and Reese have gotten more disgusting. There’s this couple in room 4A that do it like bunnies over and over and over, and I think I’m going to give up romance for good and become a priest.”
“Do you now?” Aaliyah asked, raising her eyebrows. She laughed lightly and studied how her new blouse looked on her. She glanced down at her watch. She still had a bit of time before she had to go. “Wow, thanks for the compliment. I can tell you really took the time to come up with that one. Now, before I go, do you need help finding a shirt?”
Andrew shrugged. “You look good, you know you look good, the mirror tells you you look good. What else do you want from me?” He glanced down at his own chest, then thought of his wardrobe back home; it was awful tempting to continue shopping but, well “need” was relative. “Nah, I’m set for months. Until the new lines comes out. Hey, doesn’t the mayor work fancy stuff have a dress code? Can you even wear blue?”
“I’m actually incredibly intrigued to find out how you would dress me if given the chance… Take me shopping, Finchy.”
“Oh thank God. I thought I was going to have to beg. Okay, come on, I don’t want to be seen in public any longer than is necessary. Head straight for Jensen’s shop and don’t look back.”
A person, unfortunately. Don’t get me wrong, he’s good at his job, but the man won one award and it’s all he talks about come cookout time. And of course, they’re on the department.
A man wins an award, he deserves to brag about it. Did I tell you about the time my review of best dinning in the California Woods got published? Yeah, I know, pretty impressive. I have the gold star pinned above my desk. Seriously? I’ll have to take pictures. Free food ups this town’s approval and destination rating by at least five points.
Very slowly. And very carefully.
Let me try. Come on, just one sip. I’m learning to be tough and badass as well as charming.
“I don’t know about that,” Aaliyah said with a laugh. “Are you sure that that isn’t last season?” She smiled at Andrew. “And how are you so in the know about fashion?” She did like to shop for clothing, but she definitely wasn’t always in the know about what was and what wasn’t in season. She held up her shirt again and glanced at the next shirt that Andrew picked up. “Fine. I’ll try them both on.” She took the shirt from him and headed over to the fitting room. She put the light blue blouse on first and then stepped out. “How about this one?”
“Because I know everything worth knowing!” Andrew called across the dressing room curtain. “It’s my job. I know what’s in, I know what’s cool, I know what’s hip.” He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest while he waited. As she finally stepped out of the dressing room, he whistled, impressed. “I like it. Yeah, now you look like a normal functioning human being. Thank God.”
“Of course. A night out on the town. Paint it red. But don’t get it on the shoes because that’ll be a bitch to get out.”
“If I had a heart, and I was capable of love, I think I would love you.”
“One who traffics in dairy products,” she said feigning shock, “I know its appalling…” Shaking her head Kasey turned to fill one of the near empty cups at the next table smile bright as she nodded to the person seated there, “He isn’t, you need me to give him a message or?” she wondered turning once more to face him.
Andrew considered the different messaged he’d like to send to Lucas--that he’d been thinking about his--no, nope, now way to make that appropriate. “Tell me when he’s in, will you?” he asked, leaning against the counter, quite oblivious to the line forming behind him. “What’s the strongest thing you’ve got back there--woah.” He broke off mid sentence, staring as he caught sight of her uniform. “He really made you wear the plaid?”
“The hits just keep on coming. My wardrobe is fine, Finchy. Geez, you’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Thank you. I think I’m cute too. Now go, nice clothes. Please. Pretty please? We can go shopping if that’s what it takes.”
Pina Colada maybe? I don’t know of any other sweet drinks with an umbrella. I usually stick to whiskey. Which I think I will switch to now.
Pina Colada sounds perfect. Maybe we’ll sing later. Ugh, how do you drink that outside of a spy movie?