Who: Eric and Checkers What: Watching Tyra When: Early afternoon Where: Front room of the Belfry Rating: TBD, but lowish I'm sure Status: Incomplete
After work today, Checkers had naturally brought home food. He'd not bothered to remove his work clothes as he flopped on their sofa with their fat basset hound staring up at him with drippy-sad basset eyes. Checkers gave Jack the Ripper a scratch behind his heavy, floppy ears with the tips of his fingers, then dug into his bag for one of the burgers. The dog lifted his head and licked his chops.
"No, I don't think so," he told Jack the Ripper as he switched on the Tyra show and opened his laptop to see who was on. Not many people. Just Eric, mostly whom he invited to watch Tyra with him. Tyra had lost a lot of weight. It wasn't that Checkers preferred larger women, but now Tyra sort of resembled a yield sign in the face and she was blabbering on about how people shouldn't smoke marijuana.
"Maybe you shouldn't snort cocaine," he told the television. "Maybe you'd look more human!" He tossed a fry at the screen. It barely thunked against the glass, then landed on the hard wood floor. Jack the Ripper got up to gobble it from where it lay, then sniffed the area as if more magic french fries would fall from the sky.