Who: Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Open to Wally West, Linda Park, Loki Where: On the phone at a grocery store in NYC When: Late afternoon May 5 What: Apparently Rose has to get supplies for her unexpected guests. She curses her life. And needs Bart's help. Rating: PG-13
Rose had been standing outside of the grocery store for about 15 minutes. People had walked around her, saying "excuse me" and "pardon me" and "sorry, just trying to get by." She sighed. She could cut a man's head off, but this? This was out of her territory.
She kept her head down as she went into the store and only looked up to see if she could find one section.
'Baby'
She was pretty sure that this was slightly above "getting foot flayed" on her list of things to do. Which was, suffice to say, not very high. There was frankly, not enough alcohol in the world to deal with her current situation.
Formula, yes. Babies needed that shit, right? Diapers, yes, those were needed. Wait. Why did it say different sizes? What was that for? Size one? What the hell was that?
"Can I help you?" A voice asked. Rose turned to see a sales associate, a portly middle aged woman with bad hair, standing to her right. "Do you need help here, dear?"
"Oh! Oh fuck no," Rose replied. The woman raised her eyebrows. "I mean, no. Nope, good here. Thanks," she added, correcting her bad language. As the woman left, Rose muttered "ugh, Gestapo" under her breath.
She grabbed a basket and dumped formula, wipes, and baby food in it. She kicked it up and down the aisle, though, she wasn't entirely sure what else was needed. Another sales associate started walking up to her. Rose gave her the stink eye and she backed off before even asking whether Rose needed help.
She was a bit of a loss as to what to do next. She pursed her lips and pulled out her phone. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck my life," she groaned as she dialed Bart's number.