Potentially the most mundane drabble ever thanks to the creative mind of FnurFnur...
She sarcastically joked about something being a writing prompt and I took it as a personal challenge.
I present to you the adventures of socially awkward Katniss and her sharps container full of Buttercup’s needles. Guest staring Peeta as the hot pharmacist that knows more about her than she’d like, Johanna who got lost in Electronics, and Buttercup, the diabetic feline.
The cute pharmacist is there, as always. The one with the shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that always has a smile on his smug face. He knows all my dirty pharmaceutical secrets, which birth control I’m trying this quarter to see whether or not it’s going to turn me into a crazy hormonal mess, which plethora of anti-depressants or anti-anxiety drugs I’m trying because of the previous reason minus the whole hormonal thing. I could deal with it if his ass wasn’t hand sculpted by the gods. “Miss Everdeen, how can I help you?” I pull the red sharps container out of my backpack and set it down on the counter, “I have no idea what to do with this. When I got it the only instructions were ‘use as directed’” I turn the Sharps container so he can see the label, and how literally every cubic centimeter of this thing is filled with dirty syringes. Stupid Buttercup, and his stupid diabetes. Peeta picks up the container, “It didn’t come with a pamphlet about what to do when it’s full?” “If it did, my little sister didn’t tell me about it before she left to be a doctor without boarders… Or boundaries.” He chuckles, “We actually do collections here, I’ll just need a signature.” I sign away my burden of a thousand cat needles, quietly wishing Peeta the too handsome for his own damn good pharmacist would also take the cat away. He’s on a spiteful puking streak… Peeta vanishes for a few minutes so naturally I pull out my phone so I can stop Johanna from blowing up my phone. Johanna: I’m not leaving this building without a new TV. Johanna: Did you know that literally every book in this place is either an Amish Harlequin Romance or basically a rewrite of 50 Shades of Grey? Johanna: Holy shit, I’m lost and scared. What’s taking you? Are you fucking the hot pharmacist? If not ask him out or I will. Johanna: I’m buying some of that all natural dusting spray for your vag. I can’t help but roll my eyes, it hasn’t been that long… I told Johanna she didn’t need to come to Target with me, but she insisted, begged even. Then she disappeared and left me with the hot pharmacist that knows about all my embarrassing medications. Four small paper bags hit the desk between me and thousands of medications, and where ever one stashes cat needles, “Unless you don’t want these tonight?” I shake my head, “No, it’s probably for the best so I don’t forget. Also because if I have to bring my roommate here one more time she’s going to get us a lifetime ban for probably something inappropriate and embarrassing that she and I will laugh about when we’re both eighty and in a nursing home.” He does the whole polite nodding thing instead of reacting to my word vomit as I slide my flex card so I don’t have to actually pay for my hundreds of dollars of pills. Hey, at least the birth control is free? “And is there anything else I can help you with Miss Everdeen?” “Yeah, would you like to go out for coffee sometime?” Peeta looks shocked, and I am positive I’ve made a mistake. There’s probably rules about going out with customers when you’re the one in control of important things like their drugs. “I- sorry, that was inappropriate I-“ “I’d love to. Text me sometime.” I nod, grinning like a fool like a fool before running off like a scared little bitch to find Johanna so I can tell her about how I asked out the hot pharmacist with the amazing ass. It isn’t until I’m putting my meds into my pill separator that I realize I didn’t actually get his number. I drop pills in the slots and convince myself that I can never show my face at that Target again and will have to switch to CVS where they charge a little bit more for my drugs but they don’t employ the guy I asked out. I reach for the forth bottle, not remembering that I only take three prescriptions a day because I’m way too busy planning how to easily switch pharmacies without having to talk to Peeta. I some how get the childproof lid off and instead of pills I find a folded up post-it. 267-892-7346 Call me or text me if you ever want to grab dinner or hangout sometime. -Peeta Mellark
