to post or not to post?
yes yes yes.
nahhh.
Elvis got out of the car after he parked it on the side of the road, away from the tram and other traffic, despite of Red and Lamar’s protests. You watched the soldier walk over to the side walk and pick up some of your groceries that survived the near crash, putting them back in the bag and your basket. Walking over to him, you took your bike off the stand and grabbed onto the wheel.
“I’m sorry, honey- I jus’ ain’t used to a road like this, but I really am sorry,” he said, finding your eyes as he made sure the bag was sitting in your basket properly. “Let me give you some money for new eggs and.. new shoes,”
You looked down at the black flats adorning your feet which had splashes of egg yolk on them, having you pull up your nose in disgust. And these were your favorite shoes too- sighing deeply, you looked back up at the man in front of you who was already pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, taking out nearly every bill he had in there.
“No,” you told him, annoyance still dominant in your voice. You were stubborn- he could shove his money somewhere the sun didn’t shine. “I don’t want your money. Just be careful with that stupid jeep, you’re not in America anymore,” you spat at him, pulling your bike away from him as he was resting a hand on the basket.
You gave him one more angry glare before you got back on your bike to make your way back to the market, flipping off the other two guys in the jeep before you disappeared out of sight.
“Tell me about it,” Elvis mumbled to himself, heaving a deep sigh as he looked down at the eggs on the sidewalk, shaking his head a little at the strange situation before walking back to the jeep.
an Army!Elvis fic that's been rottin' away in my drafts for literal months. it's not even finished, but it's already been written out in my mind. do we want Army!E, or no? 👀