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Pickles (dingdongdoodily) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-03-06 23:24:00

Entry tags:

god, nonobits switcheroo, pickles

Who: God and Pickles
Where: First his apartment, then LA
Why: It's Pizzatime!
When: Tonight!
Warnings: Lots of swearing and crazy.

Pickles was getting ready directly after logging off, expertly applying makeup. Of course he knew how to put on makeup, after all, he was an 80s rock star! And oddly enough, it looked good on him as a chick. He had already thrown on a tight tank top and a pair of pants that looked pretty decent on him, if not a little slack, but he didn't seem to care. He - rather she wasn't at call to impress. God knew what slummin' it was to him, and this certainly wasn't it.

Tony had been out of the house, but gave Pickles about a hundred bucks in spending cash. Not that he knew what he was going to do with the money until he ran into God on the board, but the plan was to spend every dime. Because even if Pickles knew the guys who made the pizza, it didn't mean they'd know him back anymore and it was entirely doubtful he'd be getting the discount.

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quirkyhumor
2008-03-07 06:40 am UTC (link)

God was looking forward to pizza with Pickles. She'd need her strength for later that evening, as she was going to see Angelina Strange, and then Sam Winchester after that. After shrugging on a button up shirt she chose to leave open, she rebuttoned her jeans and slipped on some flip flops.

Running a hand through her short choppy blond hair, she grinned. Man, it was great being a guy. She never had to worry about looking bad.

Poofing over to Pickles' house, she landed on the front porch, knocking on the door. "Hey gorgeous, get your girly ass out here. It's time for you to buy me some fucking pizza, bitch."

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dingdongdoodily
2008-03-07 06:46 am UTC (link)

"Dude, slow down time or somethin' so I can finish my eyeshadow!" Pickles said, still sauntering out to the door to let God in, despite his bitching. "Oh hey. God. Sup." He said with a chuckle, reaching up on tiptoes to ruffle God's hair. "Short hair is effin' short. C'mon in, I'll be right out, almost done." He bounded back into the bathroom.
Amusingly enough, the two hour primping routine wasn't just a new thing. He'd been doing this for a couple years now.

"I'll make it quick, promise!"

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quirkyhumor
2008-03-07 07:10 am UTC (link)

"You're such a fucking liar, Pickles," she thought to him as she watched him disappear into the bathroom. He was going to take forfuckingever. But hey. She was God. She could wait. What the fuck else was she going to do?

Besides, it gave her a few minutes to wank off. Man, it was good to be a guy. She'd forgotten how incredibly fun a penis was. After she was done, she poofed away the mess and tucked herself back into her jeans.

Mentally, she said to him, "Come on man, you take longer than a drag queen. Hurry up and get your ass out here."

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dingdongdoodily
2008-03-07 07:15 am UTC (link)

Had he known he'd had a deity jacking off in his living room he'd have had cameras up! But he didn't, so it wasn't like he cared.

"This is quick fer me, you should know that God-dude." He bounced out of the bathroom, his brows plucked, face fresh, and the makeup actually suited him for once. He tugged on his cowboy boots and shrugged on a leather jacket, "So let's go." He told God the address of the place in LA, where he used to work in his reality before making it big. If any reality was a good one, that pizza place would be there. "You wanted mega supreme? You'll get it, it's gunna totally kick yer ass. Well, maybe not yer ass, but it's still good."

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quirkyhumor
2008-03-07 07:32 am UTC (link)

She shrugged. "Yeah, so what?" she thought. "You still take forever. I swear, I took less time creating the frigging universe than you take in the bathroom." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, grinning widely. Pickles was her kind of crazy. She just knew this day was going to be awesome.

"All righty then, off we go." She poofed them to the pizza place and was surprised that it was actually there. Clapping her hands with glee, (which looked supremely odd in male form) she looked at Pickles with a huge smile on her face. "Man, I cannot wait for this pie. You talked this fucker up so much, it better be good."

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dingdongdoodily
2008-03-07 07:41 am UTC (link)

"Fuck yes!" Said Pickles with a fistpump, which looked equally awkward in a female body as the glee-handclap of God. He walked in, and immediately was assaulted with the scent of cilantro and Parmesan. "Damn, it's good t'be home." He muttered under his breath before stepping up to the counter where there stood a rather large, burly man, hundred-percent Italian immigrant. "Heya, I'll need an XL super supreme, with extra everything on it. And a Beer for the big guy an' a dew fer me." Underage, and he wasn't going to even TRY to pull off looking it, especially with God around.

The guy behind the counter gave Pickles a second glance, almost, almost recognizing him, but not quite, and shrugged it off, giving him a total, whereupon the redhead handed off a fifty and stuffed the change given back to him in the tip jar.

"They're hard workers, these guys, dude. Love 'em here." He sauntered into one of the back booths and dropped himself into it, before realizing that flopping down anywhere without a bra pretty much hurt like hell.
_"Ouch."

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