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 Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:28 pm
Soloman had his head-banging down to an art form. With over sized headphones that made more statement than music, the tall man and his mohawk went bopping up and down to the rock music he was currently enjoying. He was buddied up with a shorter man, who was in contrast much better built and looked far more (or far less, depending on how you rated these things) intimidating.
Either way, the two men were clearly quite close friends and had been walking around the mall cracking jokes and pointing at silly people for the past hour or so. Eliot needed some cheering up, as a series of quite heartbreaking rejections from various women capable of earth-shaking experiences had knocked him down to a personal all time low. Soloman could use a bit of fun, too, but then again, he always could.
They were getting bored of pointing and laughing now, so they began looking for something a bit more lasting. They came to their next activity without having to communicate to each other; some disturbed link they shared that could tell when the other wanted to start looking for girls. Pretty women? Easy women? Interesting women? Basically the next woman to cross their paths? So, looking as coy and innocent as they could, they did their best to 'blend' into a wall as they scoped the next group of people to walk on by.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:34 pm
Missy was waiting patiently for Tyler to get out of the hardware store. She figured he would be in there for a while, though. Tyler LOVED hardware stores, as much as she loved shoe stores. But she wasn't sure it was a good environment for a cabbage, so she and her "baby" were now comfortably sitting on a bench outside the store.
"So we've got your crib, and your dresser and your pendent," she told the cabbage, gently petting the leaves. "Can you think of anything else you might need?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:43 pm
Soloman, who's eyes trailed to places they shouldn't far less frequently compared to Eliot's, noticed something quite unwomanly and yet far too familiar. A large leafy thing? A cabbage, was it? The thing they got Harper from?
"Eliot!" Soloman prompted, slapping Eliot on his chest to grab his attention, "Look!"
Eliot looked over, noticing the girl before the cabbage. "Hot stuff, nice find."
"No, the cabbage!" Soloman corrected, resisting the urge to slap Eliot again.
"Oh.. yeah, whatever. Probably means she's feelin' really lovey right now, eh?" Eliot grinned to himself, pulling Soloman with him the two rather pointedly approached Missy and her bench. Eliot was grinning at her, which, of course, told enough by itself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:48 pm
She ignored them, or didn't really notice them. She was busy making sure the cabbage was getting sun from all directions. It was only when they blocked the sun on the cabbage that she looked up. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked politely.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:56 pm
"You sure can-" Eliot said, in his obviously devious way.
"-Hey! Cabbage kid, right? We got one!" Soloman beamed, not asking to be invited he tried to sit on the bench on the other side of the cabbage, presuming there was room.
"Oh but come on, lets not talk about kids, there will be plenty of time for that later, huh?" Eliot said, eying her wedding ring. He blinked twice and got over it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:58 pm
She ignored that suggestion and turned to Soloman. "You do? I've met one already, her name is Wisp, and her mother's name is Beatrix. She's a lovely woman. So what's your baby like? Does he make rainbows, as well?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:13 pm
Soloman shook his head, "Nah, he don't like the pansy colors - he's a good kid. Named Harper. Stupid wings on his ankles. Meet him yet? Haven't seen this Wisp yet though, guess he hasn't gotten around to bringing that one by the apartme- Beatrix?" Soloman turned his head thoughtfully, then quickly began giggling.
Eliot tried to sit on the other side of Missy, hogging the increasingly small space on the bench. Looking at Soloman Eliot narrowed his eyes, "Shut. Up." At that, Eliot cleared his throat. "So, what are you doing here today, hunny?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:18 pm
Missy looked over at him, feeling a bit as if her space was being invaded. "I'm waiting for my husband," she said easily. "He's getting the supplies to fix up the baby's room." She turned back to Soloman, obviously figuring that was all she needed to say. The big diamond on her left hand said the rest.
"So his name is Harper? Is he a baby, or is he older?" she asked.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:24 pm
"Baby awhile ago, new to kidhood. Been all over the place since." Soloman said, shrugging his shoulder. He would of continued on had he not noticed the profound, pointed glare his best friend was attacking him with. "Ah, so husband.. how long ya been married babe?" Soloman asked, smiling. Only, his smile seemed far less malicious compared to Eliot's.
Eliot, meanwhile, went to put his arm around the back of the bench where Missy was, not even trying to be coy about it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:29 pm
"Two years," Tyler said from behind the bench, casually reaching down to move Eliot's arm. He pinched a nerve as he did so, so casually that it HAD to be an accident. "Baby, I'm going to be a few more minutes, do you mind?"
He looked duly impressive in a white wifebeater and his old khaki pants. They even had a bullet hole still gaping open next to the knee. Missy had tried to get him to throw them away a million times before.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:34 pm
Eliot's face changed almost instantaneously when he felt a pinch and his arm was moved. He mouthed a nearly silent 'ouch!' and glared at Tyler, quickly coughing to make up for a mistake.
"Ah. Husband." Eliot declared, looking Tyler over he tried not to cringe. "We were just talking about the kids." He said fakely.
Soloman snorted, "Not married all that long, eh? I mean, no offense, but hubby over here looks like he could pass off a twenty year marriage..." He said, waving happily at Tyler. "Cute kid. Couldn't do the job yourself, eh?"
Oh my.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:38 pm
Tyler smirked at him. "You shouldn't offend my wife," he said calmly. "Because I don't feel like going to prison before my kid is born." And he would. He was so high up that any form of fighting would be considered lethal force.
"Tyler!" Missy said, shoving Eliot away from her, hard. "They have a cabbage baby, too!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:47 pm
Eliot blinked a few times at Missy, giving her a very 'what I do?!' expression and gesture before crossing his arms and all the more pouting.
"Wasn't offending anyone, dude." Soloman told Tyler, quite matter-of-factly. "Nothin' wrong with it. Maybe you just didn't want to ruin your wife's lovely figure?" Soloman said cheekily, grinning at Missy and then Eliot. Then, without wasting a breath, he went on to the next subject, "Yep. We got a kid too. Our little rockstar. Whats this one gonna be? I can only imagine, being raised in such obvious marital bliss."
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:50 pm
"Oh, we don't know," Missy said, patting the cabbage. "We picked it out in the cabbage patch. But I'm sure he'll be perfect."
Tyler wasn't about to leave his wife with these two idiots, though. So he just stood there, crossing his arms over his chest and watching with quiet gray eyes. "It doesn't matter if he's perfect or not," he said. No one was perfect, after all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:56 pm
"Oh, well well, how wise of you to notice." Eliot said, condescension dripping from his voice he did his best not to out and scoff at Tyler while he tried to get comfortable again. This time he did a little better at keeping Missy's personal space intact.
"Picked him out?" Soloman asked, turning his head curiously. "Ashley just brought our bugger home. How do you know it's a boy, even? You can't tell, can you? If Ashley thought you could tell she'd of brought home a girl, I know it! I think that's half the reason she don't out and get another right now in the first place! Please tell me you can't tell!" All games had been replaced by an absolutely stricken look of fear.
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