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Tweak says, "I ship Frandy!"

Maggie Jo Sherman / Sif (sifwheat) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-08-08 21:07:00

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Stupid sexy hair.
Who: Lucy and Idris
What: Lucy gets the munchies and jealous of Fabio and his sexy hair. It's time to out shine him in some form or fashion.
Where: The Lobby
When: Evening of August 8
Warnings: Intense silliness ahoy. That is all.
Notes:Lotto post!

Lucy had a secret. Well, it wasn't exactly a secret, really. She just never told anyone. She didn't really try to hide the fact that she loved to read Fabio's romance novels when she was high. She just never openly publicized it. That meant it wasn't really a secret, right? Right.

So here she was, in the middle of reading Fabio's Pirate, when she was struck by something on the cover. She liked to look at the covers of the books she was reading from time to time in order to giggle over the descriptors used to describe the man that graced them. They were flowery and ridiculous, and extra hilarious while high. Today though, she wasn't really giggling at him. She was frowning at him. Frowning very hard at him, in fact, for his hair was glorious and beautiful and real while hers was not. Women were suppose to be the ones with the glorious hair, not men. Yet, here he was, windblown and smirking at her mockingly on the cover, sporting hair she could only dream of.

She kind of hated him right now. At lot. She put the book aside with a huff and glared at it. The glaring didn't last long, because very quickly she realized she was craving something to salty and totally unhealthy. With one final glare at Fabio, she checked her hair, and headed for the door. As an afterthought, she headed back to the couch and picked up her book. With one final glare she shoved it into her purse and headed out.

After a short trip to a nearby McDonalds, she returned with a big bag of french fries and chicken nuggets. They both had sounded good at the time. They also smelled good, and she really didn't feel like lugging them all the way upstairs before eating them, so she sat down in one of the chairs in the lobby.

She dug through her purse to pull out her cell phone and caught sight of her book. She frowned and pulled it out of her purse and laid it on the arm of her chair. She eyed Fabio as she pulled a fry out of her bag. Stupid Fabio, with his stupid ship and the stupid ocean breezes that made his hair billow. She'd show him one day.

She was suddenly hit with an idea. Ships were made of boards. French fries were kind of like boards. Delicious boards, but boards just the same! She had an awful lot of french fries. With a little bit of work, she could probably make a ship out of these fries with a little bit of effort. A better ship than the one Fabio sails off on in his book. She would prove to him and his smug, stupid face that she was just as good as he was, sexy hair or not.

She slid out of the chair and perched in front of it, using the seat as the base for her future masterpiece. The floor was too dirty, naturally, but the chair was perfect. She grabbed the book and propped it up against the back of the chair so she could glare at Fabio for inspiration when she needed it.

Game on Fabio. Game on.

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sifwheat
2011-08-21 02:31 am UTC (link)

"Immigrant Song" happened to be one of her favorites, so she happily accepted the other ear bud. Her dad had been a big fan of Zeppelin, and this song had always stuck out to her. It thrilled him to no end that his tiny daughter enjoyed his music. He'd take every opportunity he was given to stick her in a band shirt. Her mom and her grandparents were not a fan, so it didn't happen often, but when it did happen, she was just as thrilled as he was. He would pull his out of the back of his closet and put her in one of her smaller versions, and she got such a kick out of matching her dad.

As Idris spoke, it was clear to her that he totally did not understand her rivalry with Fabio. She figured he didn't, and she didn't hold it against him. He was a good ship builder. She'd buy him some Wheat Thins and Legos when she thought about it. As good of a builder as he was, he totally needed a set of Legos.

"It did. And now the remains will be carried away in the wind, as they should be. You did a good job."

She stuck her hand out for a handshake, to congratulate him on a job well done.

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counterbalance
2011-08-21 04:02 am UTC (link)

"That's quite a poetic statement for such a small ship." He stood to shake her hand, chuckling a little, but what he said was true; there was a significance to her words that he couldn't place exactly, something that maybe didn't have a thing to do with what she'd smoked earlier. It was a strange thought and so he shoved it away, breaking their handshake as well.

"I'm honored to be of service, madam. If you ever need a master ship builder again, you know where to find me. But next time we should use something a little more stable than McDonalds' fries." He grinned and lifted the can of coke, tilting it in a mock salute. With a last glance at the pile of ashes upon the front step he turned to go, pausing to say his goodbyes. "I'll leave you to contemplate the deeper mysteries. Don't forget to go inside eventually, yeah? Wouldn't want you to leave your Fabio book behind. Something like that is far too inspirational to lose. I'll see you around!"

Still chuckling to himself, Idris went back inside the building, crossing the lobby to grab his box of Wheat Thins (whatever was left would suit him; Karate Cop was on TV tonight and he was in the mood for a terribly bad movie) and the plastic bag he'd carried them in--he'd recycle it later. There were worse ways to meet a neighbor, he supposed, the elevator taking him upstairs and his feet leading him the rest of the way into his home. He had a feeling he'd be running into Lucy again eventually, and that wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. If anything, building a french fry ship with someone that'd been a total stranger was nothing but a stroke of spontaneous genius.

Whoever found the ashes in the morning would have a hell of a time trying to figure out where they had originated.

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