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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:46 pm
Oh, crap.
No, not that Cargill and Keller were there, per se, but that they were both wearing their team rings.
Hartley, sort of drunk from his first real experience with hard alcohol, tried to think of what to do as the trigger song rang out from the stage, and the rings did their job - they wiped clean Joanne and Julian's minds for the duration of the music, turning them essentially into a pair of walking zombies.
"Oh, uh, hi, you two. Why don't you go, uh...uh...."
Uh...
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:49 pm
Wallace glanced over his shoulder at them once more, then attempted to wave them away, shooing them off with his hand.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:51 pm
Bart rolled his eyes... What did Chris ever do to him? Besides make him want to pour acid in his eyes because he saw Chris feeling up Lisa the other day. Or try hooking Bart up on a date with his own mom. The guy was a perverted slimeball... only a little better then Jack. Zinda looked at Chris.
"Now sailor I hired Bart to be my new help around here so you need to get use to him being here."
Bart looks at Chris.
" Lemme guess... you want a belly buster burger."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:54 pm
A thought hit Hartley, and a devious smile lit up his face.
"Remember where that giant mural of Danielle Baptiste used to be? Why don't you go paint a new one...mmmm...one of Karen Starr. And be sure to keep that same level of detail that Danielle's had."
The two football players spoke in unison.
"YES MASTER. WE HEAR AND WE OBEY."
The two turned around in creepy, children-of-the-corn unison and walked out of the Dakota. Hartley leaned back in his chair and smothered a giggle. Stupid football players. This was only the first time. Once he had his new flute built and would be able to coordinate the whole team at once....
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:01 pm
Wallace watched them leave, then turned to look at Hartley. That was kind of hot.
"Don't you ever do that to me."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:04 pm
Well, that was totally uneventful, and everything seemed to be ok. He paid their bill, and taking Billy's hand, he led him from the restaurant. On the way out, he waved good-bye to Wallace. Then made a little texting motion with his thumb to let Wallace know to text him if he needed him.
Now would be the time for the second part of their date. The movie.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:04 pm
Yes. Zinda knows her way around meat.
*Oops.*
Er...yes, please.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:06 pm
"Do what?"
Hartley put on an innocent face.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:11 pm
"Don't pull innocent on me. You know exactly what I mean. Oh-- uh, speaking of which..." Wallace reached down into his bag, pulling out the pipe, which had been wrapped in a cloth. He passed it across the table to Hartley. "I had it. Teddy took it so I could give it back to you and maybe we could patch things up. I was supposed to do it right away, so don't get mad at him. I held onto it."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:14 pm
Bart shakes his head. Zinda makes up Chris's usual order and Bart brings it out to him.
"There you go... a Belly Buster burger, fries, and a coke."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:17 pm
Hartley's eyes got wide, and he grabbed the flute like a fat boy grabbing a $5 footlong after a long day of playing Red Dead Redemption.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! You don't know how important this is to me."
Venus finished her first set and basked in the applause.
"Thank you everyone, I'll be taking a short break and then we'll be back for the second set."
The lights went a bit brighter on the floor, showing how hungrily Hartley was looking at his flute.
"I built it myself, to very exacting specs. It's sort of like an extension of my own body. I-"
What Wallace said about it sunk in. Hartley, cheeks still bright pink, giggled again.
"So you had it, huh? Did you play it at all?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:17 pm
Thank you.
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What's your problem with me, Bart? I've always tried to be nice to you.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:19 pm
"Uh. Maybe once. Like, one note." Wow, he was taking this really well. He would have thought he would have been pissed. Well, maybe he wouldn't have to worry about explaining himself. Sweet.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:21 pm
Bart looked at Chris.
"What makes you think I have a problem with you?"
It's cause you're a pervert. What Cassie sees in you ? Who knows. I saw you Lisa.. it hurt my eyes. You tried to set me up with my mom...how sick can you get?
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:22 pm
THE HILLLLSSS ARE ALIIIIIIIIIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUUUUSIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCC
Oh God just kill him now.
He was sprawled out on his bed, Billy curled up against him, watching the musical on his television. Billy had already undone the top button on his little uniform shirt, and he had remained confused about why this turned Billy on in the first place. But whatever floated his boat.
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