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 Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 8:12 am
Ever was short about twenty-eight cents, rubbing at his eyes and rooting through the bottom of his bag. The line had grown behind him; when first he stepped into the little dive Chinese place it had been entirely empty, just his order sitting out on the counter to be picked up. One order white rice. One egg roll. Just over three dollars.
"You could just give me a break, you know." It was cajoling, meant to be light and teasing, but actually came with a bitter bite behind it. Now there was a line, yes, and several people had cut around him to slam money down on the counter and shoot him angry looks. People who ordered Chinese food pickup usually didn't have a whole lot of patience.
"I mean...twenty-eight cents..." He looked up at the look on the girl's face: closed off, somewhat hostile, arms folded over her chest and obviously unwilling to help him out, and a grimace flashed across his own features. He dropped his head again, tugging the knit cap tighter over cold ears, and dug deeper.
Somewhere in his bag there just had to be a quarter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 10:56 pm
It had to happen EVERY time. EVERY time Ellie was hungry!! Someone had to be ridiculously slow with paying. Considering that all the tall teen girl had to do was swipe her mom's "emergency-now-food" credit card and be done with it all, it boggled the girl's mind how people could still use coins! What was this, the olden days?!
"Duuuuuuude... come on!!" the tall blonde complained behind the one immediately in front of her. A couple others behind her stared as she so boldly voiced what everyone else was thinking. Even one head bobbled up and down in a nod. The tomboy, however, stood with both arms at her sides, thumbs hooked in her pockets looking a strange combination of bored and fuming mad. It wasn't past her to add a simple "Hurry up!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 9:12 am
There was a pause, and then a look shot in her direction. Ever considered her with his head tilted to the side, debating the intelligence of picking a fight with someone the same heigh as him. It was a very brief debate. He'd done worse.
He'd been at the bottom of his bag, several books knocked crooked, the tip of a pair of boxers with little ducks on them poking out of the corner, all his belongings tousled and twisted and mixed up, four pennies in hand. A hand which came up, slowly and very deliberately, to give the girl the finger.
It lingered, and then he tipped his head down to shove everything back into his bag. "If it really bugs you that much, toss a quarter this way."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 7:37 am
The moment that finger was flicked in her direction, the tomboy laughed. She laughed as if he had done the most hilarious thing in the world. The people who were in the line behind her somewhat stared at her, a couple even turning to stare at their fellow line-mates as if asking "What is so gosh darn funny?" When the blonde finally regained her composure, she rubbed at her eyes while saying "Yeah, I bet ya wish I'd f*ck ya... sorry... ain't happenin'!" Her teeth formed a rather large grin.
The mention of tossing a quarter his direction got a rather vivid thought running through her mind. If she had a quarter, she'd probably just pelt him in the head with it as hard as possible. That would have been amusing as all hell. However, to answer his inquiry, she simply flashed her form of payment at him. A little plastic card. No coins, no change, no wadded up bills of currency. Just a little plastic card that solved all of her food needs in this modern world. "Wish I could say 'I wish I could help'... but then I'd be lyin'!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 7:52 am
Ever blinked at the card and then straightened with a flash of a grin, looking to the woman behind the desk and raising his eyebrows, expression gone halfway puppydog. "I think she's offering to pay for me."
And whether that had been Ellie's intention or not, Ever dropped his pennies into the tip jar and grabbed his food, beating it away from the counter in a rush. There was a definite shout of protest from the woman behing the counter but she was working alone and her shop was stuffed now -- and what was she going to do, call the cops about three dollars lost? Instead she tried a different method. She turned a boring stare onto Ellie.
If Ever were smarter, he'd get outside and just keep going. Instead, he had to see what happened. So his goal was to just get around the corner then wait -- and listen.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 10:46 am
Her ears heard what he said. Obviously, he hadn't heard what she had said. Rather than move forward in the line, she simply grunted out "a*****e!" She wasn't paying for something she didn't get. If she moved up in the line, then she'd be forced to pay for his food. Next thing she knew, Dad would probably be breathing down her neck over wasting 3 or so dollars on a stranger.
"Well, I guess I'll jus' go t'the taqueria after this..." Shrugging, she simply just abandoned her spot in line, regardless of the protests of the clerk at the counter. These teenagers definitely weren't making the clerk's job any easier.
Now that she was no longer a potential client to the Chinese food place, she had other fish to fry in a sense. If that jackass thought he was going to get away with this, he had another thing coming. With an expression that looked like she was out to get blood, the tomboy began her search. He couldn't have gotten very far. She rounded the corner, and rather easily spotted the head of pale hair.
"Hey, Douche, what'th hell was th'big idea of doin' that, ya dipsh*t?!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 5:23 pm
Ever was watching the door; saw her come out and debated, for a moment, bolting for it. He might have been scrawny, but he could run at the very least. He had some practice in that realm.
Instead he shrugged his bag into the hook of his elbow, working on his egg roll as he watched her approach. His expression was relaxed, but his posture was tensed: shoulders squared and feet set. If she came toward him, he could take off.
"Uh? Kinda question is that?" He made a noise, somewhat sarcastic, and shook his head at her. "The idea was to save three dollars."
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:59 pm
"What th' hell kinda dipsh*t goes t'a fast food place and doesn't bring enough money t'pay fer his own food?" There was a long enough pause for her to crack her knuckles.
"Oh... that's right... that dipsh*t would be you!"
Did she care that she was in public? Not really. Thinking things through had never really been her forte. On the spot, she pulled her hand back and tightened it into a fist before swinging at the boy.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 4:48 pm
He'd been pretty much ready for exactly that -- clinging to his bag in one arm, and the egg roll in his other hand. Not one to fight back, really, but Ever [when sober] could certainly be quick: he hopped back a stumbling sort of step that lacked any sort of grace but at least got him out of the way of that blow.
"...hey now!" His tone still held an edge of laughter as he retreated another step, working the bag up properly onto his shoulder. "Hey, that's not necessary at all..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 2:27 pm
Lesson 15A) When you are in a fight, and your first swing misses, do not get caught off guard.
That whiff of air that rushed past his face was a bit close for comfort. If Ellie were part pig, it'd be showing now, because she let out a bit of a snorting sound as no connection to her hit was made. "Ya know what's not necessary? Tryin' t'mooch off'a stranger!"
Lesson 15B) When your first hit doesn't connect, don't stop. Keep pressing forward.
She planted her foot down firmly to recover from the miss, but rather quickly she pushed off and was heading for the boy again. He had dodged the first time, and probably was going to dodge the second time, so she shifted her aim slightly. It sure seemed like she was going for his face, but in all honesty, she was lashing out to try and grab the guy by the shirt.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:30 am
"What, is it better to mooch off a friend?" Ever was actually laughing at her, went to dodge again, but -- well, any lessons he might have learned generally culminated in 'don't cry, that only makes them hit harder' and 'you just have to run fast enough to disappear around the corner', neither of which seemed to be doing him much good right now. He wore layers. She wouldn't catch his shirt but the frayed hem of his sweatshirt.
It was a precarious grasp. One prone to tear at any moment. Ever was not this sweatshirt's first owner -- potentially wasn't its second, either. He made a noise, twisting and sliding back another step.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:26 am
Her fingers managed to catch upon something, which was indeed a good sign. Quite quickly, it went from just a catch to her hand bunching up the material between her fingers and palm. From the way this pale haired boy squirmed, it was obvious he was more adjusted to getting hit rather than hitting back. Then again, plenty of times the boys just never knew how to hit a girl.
Deciding to make this quick, she saved her commentary for later. Now, she used her free hand to make another fist, and instead of aiming for the face like her earlier attempts had, she now went for the heart (or technically gut) of the matter. With a heavy swing, she thrust her fist towards the boy's squirming midsection.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:15 am
A lot of men were, in fact, afraid to hit a girl. Some, though, just weren't big fans of jumping into a fight until they were certain they couldn't wriggle out of it. Ever was the latter: trained well by having three older brothers, this was definitely not his first time taking a pummeling, nor would it be the last.
Instead of tensing and flinching, he relaxed and shifted, so that the blow came in softer. Add to that his likely-unexpected frame, skinny under layers of baggy clothing, less filled out than most people expected, and he took the hit but he didn't take it as hard as she'd probably wanted.
And he did take a stance, at least: not by swinging back at her, but by tossing the crumbled remains of the very end of his egg roll into her face. Sweet and sour sauce still clung to pieces of cabbage, crusty fried wonton broken into tiny pieces aiming for her eyes, and all of it would likely stick to her face and hair.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:40 am
In all honesty, she had only wanted one hit. And even though it was less than satisfying, she had gotten the one hit.
...but then he had to go and get crumbs in her face. It was like getting edible sand in her face, and her eyes protested this fact by starting to water. Pinching her eyes shut, for a moment she fought the urge to rub at her eyes. No, instead she tried to pull this loser closer. From the back of her throat, a deep "HHHHHHHHHHK" sound escaped, and soon enough, the blonde was doing perhaps the most insulting thing she could think of to do.
She was spitting a loogey in his general direction. It was hard to tell where she was aiming, since her eyes were closed, but the blonde couldn't help but hope this smug little b*****d was getting a gooey one in the face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 7:36 am
The face wasn't a fabulous target in any circumstance, and it was all the worse when you were shooting blind -- so to speak. Ever was still rubbing at his stomach, hopping back from her as fast as she could, swiping grease and crumbs from his hands and grumbling at the loss of egg roll. He'd been planning on finishing that.
Instead of her goal, the loogie went a little low, tumbled through the air, and hit him neatly near the crotch. Ever blinked a couple times and then made a low noise, annoyed, digging through his pockets for a napkin even as he hopped back another step. He'd been planning on wearing these pants a while longer...
"...and people wonder why I don't like girls..." It was a low grumble, more to himself than anyone else, keeping an eye on her as he worked to retreat and put some distance between them. This time, if she came toward him, he was going to run for the hills.
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