Smiley Stickers
Disclaimer: Marvel owns all the characters in this here fanfic, and, because it is a fanfic, I make no money from it. Oh. I don't own Wal-Mart, either, though I do own a smiley face sticker. W00t!
'Huh. And ya have th' nerve ta call me old.'
'Chill, Wolvie. It was harmless flirting.'
'Jubes, he must be pushin' eighty.' The cigar migrates to the other side of his mouth.
'Awh, Wolvie. You feelin' jealous?'
'Nope. Th' day I feel jealous of some geezer in a blue name-tag is th' day you can call me Susie.'
'Wow. You really don't mind being called Susie today then, huh?'
'Watchyer mouth, ya little punk. I can't take ya outta the house without ya tryin' ta pick men up.'
'Wolvie, Wal-Mart greeters are the shizz. Besides, I gotta smiley face sticker.'
'Ya gotta bout a gallon of free drinks last time we went ta Hardcase's.'
'Harry was totally just being friendly. He's like, fifty.'
'An' yer like, twenty-three. Ain't no man in his right mind gonna turn you down.'
'S'why we call you crazy, chief.' She kisses his cheek and bounces away. 'So, you gonna buy me chocolates?'