Monday March 31st 2008 Who: Jack and Fox When: Mid-morning, early afternoon Where: Supermarket What: Jack and Fox have been voted to get foodstuffs for the house, as they have a 21+ ID(s) among them.
Jack seemed alive here by the beach. The warm air could be enjoyed, and he loved the fact he didn't need a scarf and gloves just to step outside his door. There was a most definitely a bounce in his step.
As the automatic doors opened up for the boys, Jack darted to the right to snag a cart. He pushed it like a man with a mission, coming up beside Fox. "You're the bartender. Wanna go grab liquor and find me in a bit?"
These were manly men! who didn't need to stay at the hip together throughout their shopping spree!
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Fox had woken early to swim in the ocean. He figured since they were at the beach, might as well make the most of it. Once back inside, the only other person that seemed to be alive was Jack, and Fox was grabbed fresh from the shower to go grocery shopping. Which was how he found himself in the supermarket surrounded by women with another guy.
"Sure, I'll grab the alkie. Any requests and how many bottles?" Fox was a bartender, and depending what the store had, he'd grab a healthy mix for the week. There was no telling how much they'd drink, but there were six people, and they were here for seven days, give or take. "Lots of bottles. Need lots of bottles."
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"Jack and Captain Morgan for me, Rae likes anything sweet and if there's daquiri stuff... that, Cassie is probably good for anything--" he mentally snickered, there --"and I guess can't go wrong with beer and wine coolers?"
When Fox found Jack again, Jack had stock-piled the cart with Doritos, sour cream, onion soup mix, ruffles chips, sorbet, ice cream, canned cheese, hot dogs, buns, chopped meat for burgers, and a bottle of ketchup.
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Fox grabbed another basket, because he knew that there was no way in hell he'd be able to carry everything going through his head without either juggling or dropping the cargo. Moving through the store, he checked the aisles and finally came upon the one with the alcohol. Beer, coolers and mixers, but nothing harder?
"That's fucked up." Grabbing a mix of beer, hard cider, and various coolers, he placed those into his basket, along with mixers for margaritas, daiquiris and pina coladas. Shaking his head, appalled, he moved back through the aisles searching for Jack.
Upon finding him, he placed his basket into the cart. "Alright. We need to find a liquor store. This place sucks for booze."
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"Eh yeah, I figured. It's a supermarket. Say, what are we eating if we do stay in a few nights? Eating out every night is expensive... I got burgers and hot dogs, any other requests?" He started pushing the cart toward the produce aisle.
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Fox shrugged. "Pasta, rice and beans are cheap, I know that much. Hell, grab some of those complete meal things and we'll be good to go. Spaghetti wouldn't be a bad idea for one night. Feeds a crowd and all." He wandered through the store behind Jack. "Besides, you're talking to the guy who cooks over campfires and out of a box." Which was cooking. This whole make shit from scratch crap was just that. Crap. Why bother doing that when it was prepackaged and all you had to do was heat it up?
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"I'm going to grab some eggplant and veggies for Rae," he said, already heading over there. "But chicken nuggets that require nothing more than a microwave sound really great. That's next. Man, I hope they weren't helping for healthy diet chick food. They sent the wrong guy. Not that any of them need to drop weight."
He smirked over at Fox. "Campfires, eh?"
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Fox grinned. "Yeah campfires. It's nice to sleep out under the stars in Arizona with a fire to keep you warm." Chicken nuggets didn't sound like a bad idea. "If the girls don't like what we're bringing back, they should be the ones to go shopping."
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"Fucking A," he said, in agreement, with a big nod. "Whatever, this is better, we can get stuff we'll actually eat. Except for this..." he held up the giant eggplant, gave it a squeeze, then tore off a plastic bag to wrap it in.
"I would have thought she'd give up on this vegetarian thing, but she's been at it for over a decade now. Probably why she's so damned pale." He smirked and placed the eggplant in the bag, looking up. "Have you ever been food shopping with a dude before? I haven't. Aww.. Fox, you're my first!" he said, with a laugh, giving him a puppy dog face. He didn't seem to bother checking to see if anyone was in ear shot before making the joke.
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Fox looked at the dark purple object in Jack's hand and wondered what the hell it was. There was a purple food? Who the hell would eat something like that? Hearing Jack talk, it was a vegetable and something Rae liked. Gross.
"She's been a vegetarian for over ten years? Day-um." Turning his head to glance at Jack, he grinned. "Well, being in the sun on the beach for a week would cure that."
The next thing that reached his ears was the comment "you're my first." Fox nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Jack with the puppy-dog look. It took him a moment to recall everything that was said, and he grinned in relief. "Nah, never been shopping with a guy." Returning Jack's look for a set of doe-eyes, Fox teased, "I'm so happy we could share this moment."
Fox turned back to glance at the array of greens and brightly colored foods in front of him. "Rae won't be pale long in that swim suit of hers. I can't wait to see that." He spoke freely, having nearly forgotten that he was with Jack. Rae's brother. Whoops.
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"Dude!" he said, giving Fox a wide-eyed boggle stare. "Uh... my sister?" He half-chuckled, his mouth turning up in a smirk. "Don't force me to tackle you into the oranges display."
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"Um," Fox raised his head from the head of - lettuce? cabbage? - in front of him and grinned, not in the least bit apologetic. "My bad."
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"How did YOU even see the suit? I haven't. She said she ordered one online."
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Fox shrugged, stepping away from the veggies as the sprinkler over the display turned on to water them. What was the point in that? "I helped her pack Saturday."
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Jack smirked as he watched Fox slink away from the water. "Oh?"
Fine, now is just a good a time as any.
"She's not a big talker, so I suppose I should ask you -- you guys dating, or what?"
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Fox felt a little shiver down his spine at the "d" word. What the hell? What gave off that impression! Quickly schooling his features, he shook his head, acting casual. "Nah. We're not dating."
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"So what are you two doing?" he asked, suddenly very interested in a package of pepperoni slices. He could eat these like chips. He tossed the bag into his cart and looked up with a wicked smirk. "..Cuz I'm pretty sure I know what you're not doing."
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Fox shrugged, snagged a can of baked potato pringles on a side display. Yum. "Well, we're not dating. Everything else is fair game." If Jack was gonna ask questions, Fox was gonna give answers. They may not necessarily be true, but if he didn't want to hear the answers, he shouldn't ask to begin with.
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Jack knew his sister well enough to know that Fox was putting on a bravado. Hell...he'd probably do the same.
"Told you you weren't her type," he said, grabbing a gigantic bottle of OJ and placing it in the cart. He was running out of ideas.
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Fox reached out and grabbed a thing of milk and soymilk to put into the cart. "Cereal for breakfast," he muttered, moving ahead slightly. "Maybe, maybe not. I know that I like spending time with her and she's pretty cool. I'm fine with that for now."
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"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, completely missing the more interesting bit of Fox's speech. He pointed to the soy milk. "What the fuck is that."
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Fox turned and looked back at the cart, what Jack was pointing to. "Soymilk. Doesn't Rae drink it?" He did. He used it as part of mixers for grasshoppers. Something about the slightly nutty taste made it seem a whole lot better.
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Jack stared at him for a second before an odd sort of serious, half-smile slid over his features. "Nawh man, I don't think she likes that stuff in her cereal. She says she just won't eat animals. I think the byproducts are okay by her. She may change her mind next week though. She's flaky."
He grinned a little wider. Sweet of him, though, to think of it. D'aw. He'd have to bank this and make fun later.
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Fox saw the grin widen and knew exactly what it meant. He was gonna hear about this later. "Aw fuck. Get it anyways. I've got ideas for it for drinks." Turning he moved down the aisle. "We need cereal."
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"Yes, yes we do. You wanna get it? I'll hop on line -- unless there's other shit we need?" He looked into the cart, wondering.
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Fox stared into the cart. "Um, I've no fucking clue. But at least we know where the store is now." Turning he meandered down the aisle, picking up a boxes of Raisin Bran and Cheerios, since they were "healthy" as well as Cap'n Crunch and Apple Jacks. If people didn't like his choices, they shouldn't let him go shopping.
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That was exactly how Jack felt. In the check out line, Jack started layering things onto the conveyor belt. He chose them from the cart in a precise way, methodically, hoping the girl would bag them in the order she received them.
It was clear that he had done this before. He hadn't even had to loop around, in the store. He had made one trip from one end to the other.
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Fox walked up to the register, with four boxes of cereal in his arms and dumped them on the moving belt, not really caring where they landed. It was obvious he hadn't really done this before. At least, not shopping for six people for a week. "Um, who's paying for this, by the way?"
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"Keagan had said we do booze and food, he did the flights and the room.. I figure that's more than fair. I got this trip, I guess," he said, not looking at Fox. He was more interested in making sure the check out girl didn't put the hot dogs under the orange juice, or the boxed goods on top of the buns, etc. He started piling bags into the cart as she made them.
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Fox shook his head, helping Jack load the bags. "You get the food this trip, I'll get the booze. Knowing what all I want to get, it'll even out."
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"Sounds good to me," he said, glad that it had come up. It would have been a little douche for Fox to be like 'okay guy, you pay for everything!'
He handed the cashier cash, because that was what he had brought. She was so chipper, and tan. Very tan. Naturally so, though, with a thousand freckles over her face, neck, and probably down into her cleavage, which was not quite poking through her supermarket standard issue polo...
Jack grinned at the girl, took his receipt, and started pushing the cart out. He maneuvered it easily, around a family with small children, and an eager toddler wanting to get a sticky toy from the $0.25 machine.
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Fox followed Jack out of the store, and the red-headed mother with the kids caught his eyes. He wasn't picky, and that woman was definitely MILF material. He grinned and flashed her a wink. There was no husband nearby and she returned his smiled with a shy one of her own. Smiling, he turned back to face forward and nearly ran into Jack. "Whoops. My bad."
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Jack smirked and arched an eyebrow, twisting his entire torso around to look at Fox. "Nawh I get it. Grocery shopping, then cuddling. S'alright." More teasing. He pushed the cart toward the side of the building, in the general vicinity of where the other carts went, and then started gathering bags. He didn't mind walking back to the house carrying bags; they weren't too heavy, and it was a beautiful freaking day.
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Fox lifted one corner of his lip in a mock sneer. "Har har, Jack." Picking up a couple bags laden with groceries, he muttered, "I'd rather feel Rae against me than you." He agreed with Jack. The weather down here was fabulous, and the house wasn't all that far away, just a block or so. Carrying food wouldn't be too bad.
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Jack didn't hear Fox -- which was fortunate for the angelspawn -- and adjusted the bags in his hand.
When they arrived, Jack shouldered his way inside. "Alright, FOOD IS HERE!"