Andrew Wells (flymonkeysfly) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-14 23:54:00 |
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Current location: | Shooting Star Comics |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | andrew wells, bette matthews, sandy gordon |
Sissy Slap Fights Lead to Hot Nerd Encounters, Apparently
Who: Andrew and Sandy, featuring Bette
Where: Shooting Star Comics
When: Feb. 12th, Afternoon
"Andrew!" Bette called out from behind the counter at Shooting Star Comics, before walking into the back room to find him. "Dude. We have any more copies of Batman: The Killing Joke back here? One of the girls that gets a shit ton of stuff from us is looking for a copy, and bless her soul, she's about to buy close to $250 of comics right now Least we can do is see if we got an extra copy of that back here."
Andrew had been banished to the backroom after it came to a 'sissy slap fight' as Gwen would have called it between him and a customer when a fight started over who was the better Star Trek captain. "Yeah, we got one back here somewhere," he said, getting up from doing inventory (a fate worse than death, thanks) and starting to look around for a copy.
"Thanks. Tell you what. I'll take care of this for you, if you'll take this up front for me. Don't get me wrong, she's awesome for spending so much, but she's... too nerdy to function. I usually wait on her, but this time she's all yours." Well, this girl certainly sounded like a real winner, huh?
"Um...sure..." This sounded like it was going to be fun. Once he found the comic in question, he headed up to the front to wait on the girl in question that was apparently too nerdy to function.
So... imagine his surprise when what waited for him there was a buxom, curvy brunette, looking almost TOO gorgeous to be in such a place, wearing a summery dress and just.... ok, look. She looked as UN-NERDY AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE, ok?
Ok, Bette HAD to be pulling some sort of weird prank on him right now. There was no way that this was the girl spending so much at the comic shop. "Um...can I help you?" he asked her as he walked up front.
Blinking those big eyes, the moment she spoke? Yup. Theeeere it was. "Yes! I wanted to pick up everything in my subscription bag?" She pointed to the bag in question behind the counter... that had so many comics in it that it was technically TWO bags full. "Those are my current issues for this month. I also had a copy of Batman #497 ordered for me, the issue where Bane breaks Batman's back? I had an issue when it first came out, but I had it autographed at a con by Jim Aparo and Dick Giordano, and OBVIOUSLY I framed it and have it on my wall, so I'd like to have another one for my collection, so that I can re-read it."
Andrew blinked. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear she was reading from a script. However, NO ONE would be able to read it with such conviction. OK, call him convinced. "Yeah, it's all back here," he said, grabbing the bags and putting them on the counter, adding the comic he had gotten from the back to the pile.
She sighed, and flailed a little. "I was TRYING to tell Bette that I want to order a copy of the first appearance of Venom, but she kept trying to order Amazing Spider-Man #300! Now, granted, that's widely considered his first appearance, but CLEARLY any real fan knows that technically, his first appearance was the last panel of issue #299, making THAT issue his true first appearance."
Andrew snorted as he started to ring her up. "Of course anyone knows that," he agreed with her. "Sometimes Bette doesn't realize when she's wrong and refuses to admit it."
"DUH!" Sandy said with a big grin. "It's like when The Avengers and The Fantastic Four thought for SURE they could defeat Onslaught, but noooo, they were wrong, and they went in all willy-nilly and got killed and ended up being drawn by Rob Liefeld for the next year and that should be a lesson to us ALL about thinking we know everything."
"There's a reason that the guy is called Onslaught, after all." Let's hope this conversation didn't end in another sissy slap fight, huh? "But no one wants to be drawn by Rob Liefeld. Definitely a punishment and a half."
"The man draws EVERY SINGLE MALE CHARACTER with muscles that Arnold would call unrealistic! And the women!" Oh dear. "He draws even the teen characters with boobs that like, are too big too let them STAND!" Yeah. Because HERS were so small, hm? "Oh! Also! My sister Prudence recently bought me a replica lightsaber you had on sale here, and I was wondering if you were able to order the Darth Maul lightsaber? The double-bladed one that separates in the middle to become two individual ones?" Wow. When even the MUN is having trouble keeping up? Shit just got real.
Andrew couldn't help but laugh when Sandy pointed out just what was wrong with the drawings. She really did have a point. "Sometimes these artists give comic book guys a bad name because they don't seem to understand how the human body works." He shook his head. "Yeah, we got the lightsaber on order for you. Should be in by next week at the latest."
She hopped up and down then, giving JUST the right amount of jiggle to make any warm-blooded man nearly fall over. The greatest part of this all was that clearly, Sandy was TOTALLY BLIND to just how smoking hot she was. "I looooove this store! Seriously. As long as you guys are in business I will never buy my comics anywhere else."
He gave her a smile when she said that. Sadly, the jiggle wasn't affecting him too much. He just adored Cassie THAT much at this point. "Well, that's what we want to hear at this place," he said to her.
Considering that just IMAGINING that jiggle put the mun in a happy!place, that's a LOT of fuckin' love right there. She plunked the cash down for her... small mountain of comics, and gave a big cheesy grin. "Nice to finally meet you, by the way! I almost ALWAYS have to deal with Bette."
"Well, I'm here a fair amount, too, so hopefully we'll get to deal with each other a good bit more." Even if he wasn't in the way of finding a girlfriend, she still was pretty awesome.
"I know it's, you know, RIGHT THERRRRRE ON THE BAG, but... I'm Sandy. Sandy Gordon. Nice ta meetcha." Oh my god, she was such a dork!
"Andrew Wells," he said to her with a slight smile. OK, she WAS gorgeous, so he couldn't help but be a tad shy with her. "Nice to meet you as well."
"AWESOME!" Oh god. "Always good to make new pals!" She took the bags, giving them a similar look to someone who'd just found a winning lottery ticket. "Hee... I'm not leaving the house for like... THREE DAYS."