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 Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:48 pm
Jacqueline grabbed a bag of low fat popcorn and shoved it into a nearby microwave. She was beyond pissed at this point. Sure, there was plenty of booze, food and movies for her to lounge about with, which accounted for most of her time back at home, but the fact of the matter was she wasn't home.
There were no smokin' hawt hired men running about doing trivial matters in unbuttoned shirts. There was no cell phone service for her to chat with her girlfriends about said hired help, or the latest gossip about the stars or who amongst them desperately needed plastic surgery. But most of all, there was a desperate lack of a** to be had.
Slowly the corn started to pop, echoing throughout the silent cafeteria and Brewster began to snort loudly and jump at the microwave. "Shut up Brewster! It's my damned popcorn!" She tugged him backwards and pulled at one of his folds. "Euuugh. You're getting moldy..." Damnit Eugene! Where the hell are you? You should have come by yourself and sent for me when there was actually a reason to be here!
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 9:06 pm
Nicky waltzed his way into the cafe, looking to score himself a nice rare burger for the afternoon. Lately his daily activities had consisted of looking to talk to Ambrose and trying to find Jordan. In fact, he had been so preoccupied with his current situation on the island that he had failed to relax and enjoy some of the finer things in life. However, one thing he wasn't expecting to see though on his foray for some good eatin' was a human woman who he had met before. Upon sticking his doggy head into the Cafe, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of Jacky. He gave a silent prayed to whatever malicious god there was out there that would allow such a meeting to take place that she already knew about the island....
The thought of meeting Jacky again with the way he looked currently frightened the ex-wiseguy terribly. With a sigh, he walked fully into the cafe and headed straight for the burger bar area. At the moment he was wearing just his white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up and his black dress pants. He had his tail tucked into the belt so that it could hang free but not sway all over the place.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 9:35 pm
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* "Finally...." Jacky grumbled and yanked open the microwave. Steamy hot puffs flowed out of the bag as it was opened to cool. Brewster sniffed at the popcorn and wagged his tail eagerly. Suddenly the tasty smell was interrupted by something not in the range of low-cal crunchies. The dog quickly turned around and began to growl at the sight of Nicky's now distorted shape.
"Chillax! I'm not gonna deal with you having a burnt tongue, again." Brewster ignored Jacky's words and began to bark viciously. "Fine! You don't have to be an asshat about it!" She turned to toss Brewster a piece and noticed what all the fuss was really about. Jacky's eye twitched and she started to shriek at the top of her lungs. Brewster's blubbery-looking frame leaped at Nicky in a flurry of tossed popcorn and chomped at his leg as his momma scrambled on top of the nearest counter.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 9:53 pm
Nicky hunched his shoulders as that damnable dog began barking...this was not going to end well, and he knew it. The shrieking only confirmed this. With a slight whine coming from deep in his throat, he quickly tried to edge his way out of there. A scream...is that what his visage resulted in now? He repressed a shudder as he remembered just how he reacted to Victor the first time he saw the lizard-freak. He idly wondered if she would attack him as well...but the answer to that disturbing question was soon answered as he felt small sharp teeth bite into his shin.
"AUGH! ********' 'ell!" he screamed out as he skittered away from the attacking dog. He didn't want to kick the dog...though his shin almost forced him to. Instead, he just pushed at Brewster with his free foot while trying to shove the dog away with his hands. "Get...OFF!" He barked out as he dislodged the angry canine.
"JACKY! It's Nicky! Calm down! Alright? Just calm the ******** down and get off of that counter...you look ********' ridiculous."
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 10:11 pm
Where the ******** ******** is Eugene~!? I'm gonna be eaten by that thing and then all he and my money will find is my bloody stumpy remains! HE SHOULD BE HERE REPRESENTING ME AS FOOD!
Brewster began to hop around Nicky in a most ridiculous manner. He continued to bark as threateningly as he could and snapped at the available knee when he came around to the front of his bouncing circle.
Jacky, however, had begun to hyperventilate and was frantically tossing whatever cutlery she could find in her former bedmate's direction. Fortunately for both of the canines, Jacky had the aim of an armless four-month old infant and the stainless steel clattered harmlessly about on the floor yards from anything living.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 10:18 pm
Nicky was getting quite fed up with the little bundle of love that was constantly nipping at him. He gave a loud sigh of frustration before attempting to kneel and try to hold Brewster down. He would then try to start skritching the dog behind the ear and rolling him over onto his stomach where he would try and rub the wrinkly dog's belly.
"Alright!? You done yet?" he asked softly toward the mutt before looking back up to Jacky, his snout wrinkling back in a frown. "And you...quit that goddamn screaming or so help me I'm going to shove that spork you're holding up your goddamn a**!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 12:09 am
Jacky stood still and forced her body to breath slower. Okay....Get it together Jacqueline! This is obviously just some alcohol, heatstroke, and crazy jungle fever induced dream. There! See? There's a simple explanation for everything. You've been through things like this before, just without the malaria. Brewster rolled over on his back, allowing himself to be pet, but he continued to snort showing his overall disapproval of the situation. Nicky's obviously just here because of the sex. And he's mixed with a dog because of Quentin Tarantino and Buscemi! Yes! And Brewster.... Well, Brewster's always here.
Jacky crawled down off the counter, breathing in deep, and kicked off her shoes. "My a** will thank you to not be so hostile towards it with sporks, of all things. Besides, you come up here into my brain, being all ******** up looking and you expect me to be calm about it? For ********! My popcorn's ruined!" Jacky smoothed down her hair and pulled her dress down, back over her panties, and went about finding more corn to pop in the microwave, entirely content with her assessment of the situation. Though...since this is a hallucination, I could just eat a few whole cakes. She contemplated this with a pert look on her face.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 5:23 pm
Nicky gave a slight smirk as the dog obediently allowed himself to be rubbed on the belly. Well...that was one hysterical animal out of the way for the moment. With a sigh he glanced up to Jacky to see how she was doing. He quirked a brow at her for a moment eying the momentary exposed panties before drawing his eyes back up to her now oddly serene face. Well...this was surely a change in attitude, he thought to himself curiously.
"So...the dog thing's not freaking you out anymore?" he asked hesitantly, wondering just what she meant by coming into her brain. "Wait...wait wait...you're telling me you don't know about this place yet?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 9:21 pm
"What? Do you mean to say that there's more than just extreme discomfort going on here? Why, I'm completely surprised, Nicky. Truly, I'm shocked." Puh-leeze. Just let me have my guilt-free cake. Jacky searched for a clean fork and attacked a lonely slice of chocolate cake with determination. "Ahm sure that ah wont wemember this in tha murning." She swallowed the large lump of cake in her mouth, and swept away utensil debris from the nearest table to sit down. "So, go ahead with whatever cryptic crap you feel that you gotta tell me."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 9:30 pm
Nicky just watched the obviously delusional woman eat her cake with his muzzle half-way open. He couldn't believe this. How in the hell could she actually think this way? Also...what kind of woman, when thinking she's gone insane, goes straight for cakes!?
"Jacky...listen, I want you to do something for me...pinch yourself...hard. Alright? What you're seeing is real...this..." he said while touching a swollen hand to his muzzle...he flinched slightly as he affirmed the horrible aspect of the island to himself as well, "this is real, okay? And you're not dreaming"
He sighed as he walked over to the buffet area and began fixing himself a burger, "...Christ...I can't believe I'm trying to explain this s**t to you...doesn't even make sense to me..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 10:07 pm
Jacky watched Nicky's enlarged canines as he talked. "I'm glad those weren't there the other night.... Never did like the idea of pierced nipples. Just excessive if you ask me. I mean, what's the selling point? 'Look! I can hang s**t from my chest!' 'Well hooray! I happen to have a van Gogh, but I don't have any walls!' 'Let's get married!' Really, now people." She rolled her eyes and continued to eat her slice of cake.
"And if I'm not dreaming, then why in the world is this cake so tasty? So far, everything here has seemed sub-par, alcohol aside. Besides, I can't imagine that the owner of this place would willingly leave such a tasty thing unattended. I think I taste cream cheese in the frosting even."
Brewster rolled off of his tummy and began to scoot around sucking up the fallen popcorn. "Brewster, you're just gonna get bloated if you eat all of that! Fat thing...." Jacky stared at Nicky's tail and joined him by the burgers. "So, how does sleeping on that thing work? " She prodded it with her fork.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 10:15 pm
Nicky grinned and chuckled despite himself. After all, he had to agree with the partially insane woman. "Huh...after the initial bout of screaming, I'd have to say you're taking this quite well. Either that or you've gone s**t nuts...but by the way you're shoveling that cake into you're mouth I may have to go with the latter of the two," he said with a shrug and a sigh before fixing himself a burger with ketchup and mayo.
It was then that his tail was prodded with a fork. He gave a low yipe and instantly turned to face Jacky, if only to get his sensitive tail out of reach of her fork. "Hey! Goddamnit...just fine, alright? Christ..." he said while backing away from her, his tail slightly swaying from side to side as he once more couldn't help but grin. Her current attitude was much better than her initial reaction...but he wondered how long it'd last until she realized she wasn't dreaming.
"You've gotta realize sooner or later, Jacky, that you are not dreaming...not matter how ******** good the cake tastes."
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 10:44 pm
Jacky's winning and flaky personality was in high gear as she refused to listen to the truth. "Sure, sure. You keep saying that, but how am I supposed to believe someone who's got a tail? Unless some monkey came up to me and started talking. Then I'd say: why, yes, you must be right. For you are a talking monkey. And monkeys just don't talk, unless we're watching some kid's movie." Jacky grabbed a patty and tossed it for Brewster to munch on. "Monkey's just don't talk, Nicky. They don't." She leaned forward to catch his eyes and stared at him with strict deadpan. "No talking monkeys."
Jacky grabbed herself a new plate and dolled up a burger with cheese and mustard. "I cannot wait to get a Burger King burger when I get home. You planning on staying here long, Nicky? You could always just come back with me and enjoy the mansion for a while. Brewster has his own wing of the house with his nanny, so he wouldn't have to be eavesdropping in the bathroom." She smiled playfully at Nicky.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 11:04 pm
Nicky just listened to all of this with a blank expression on his canine face. This was much...much worse than he feared...she was off in her own little fantasy world talking about monkey or some such nonsense...just what the hell was she on? A part of him screamed at him to just smack da ho...but that thought was quickly squished against his nature. With a sigh, he rubbed his forehead, trying to figure out how to get through to this dense woman. Of course, if what she was saying was actually true...she may have been living in this fantasy world of hers for much...much longer than he originally thought.
"That's ah...*sigh*" he paused, wondering how he should continue, "An interesting theory...no talking monkeys...makes sense in a rather schizophrenic way, sure...and as much as I'd love going back to the mainland...I honestly don't think it's in the cards, love."
"But...alright, doesn't this all feel a bit too...real to be a dream? I mean, Christ, I'd let you scratch me behind the ears if I thought it'd do any good."
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 5:03 pm
"Too real? Too real? Are you kidding me? Imagine spending your wedding night with a man 67 years older than you, who's on dialysis and an IV. Not to mention the two nurses constantly monitoring that he doesn't flat line due to the stress of watching a sunset through the window. That, I say, is too real." Jacky waved her hamburger condescendingly at Nicky. "If the only thing I have to deal with is you having a tail, I think I'm doing just damned peachy. I've got friends who are very well acquainted with plastic surgeons. So I'm sure one of them could fly out and fix whatever the hell you went and did to yourself last week."
Jacky nibbled at her burger, contemplating the 'scratch behind the ears' offer. "Now, say that perhaps that this isn't a dream, does that mean I'll catch whatever the hell you have? I mean, I can definitely be a b***h at times, but I'd think that's going a bit too far, wouldn't you think?"
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