parker succeeds by stealing the success of others (inafivepoundbag) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-08-05 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, eliot spencer, parker |
WHO: Eliot Spencer and Parker
WHAT: Eliot. Parker. Shopping. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
WHEN: Right after this.
WHERE: Wal-Mart
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Figuring out the kind of cereal to get had been pretty simple. The milk was going to be even easier. Deciding what to buy as a present for the son she'd never met of a man who wasn't the same version of the one she knew, however? That was turning out to be trickier than Parker had imagined. Even in a place as massive as Wal-Mart, she was having a hard time finding something appropriate.
She'd thought she'd figured it out within a few minutes of arriving. She'd gone straight for the hardware section and had immediately begun looking at the various tools that were typically used in her chosen line of work. However a few minute chat with the man working the area and, after he'd asked her if she was joking and seemed truly horrified when she explained she wasn't - that she actually wanted to buy something suitable for an eight-year-old - Parker had realized that maybe getting Sam his first lock-picking kit wasn't the smartest idea she'd ever had.
Unfortunately, the types of safe that they sold were utter crap and really wouldn't be worth the time it'd take her to teach the kid how to break into one and then use it for practice on his own, and while she was pretty sure he would really like a new, plasma tv, she was also equally sure that Nate would assume she'd stolen it and would make her take it back.
Which left her stuck for ideas and aimlessly wandering the aisles in search of something appropriate and, well, just plain perfect to serve as a 'glad you aren't going to die, at least we hope not' present.
"Socks are lame, shoes suck, and that flashing-light shirt would give him a seizure." Finished perusing the latest aisle, Parker turned the corner in the hopes that there might be something on the next aisle that would work when, instead, she came to an abrupt stop and simply stared.
"No way," she said, voice barely audible and the box of Captain Crunch cereal held haphazardly in one hand almost falling to the ground in her surprise. "Eliot?" Stepping a bit closer to the man she'd spotted further down the aisle, a grin slowly began to fill her face. It was him all right. She'd recognize his hair from anywhere. "You're here! In Wal-Mart!"
She glanced around and blinked, looking back at him. "In the underwear aisle. Wow.... awkward."