Author's note: This was written around the same time as "Sweets for the sweet."
It is based on the original with Tim Curry.
Discaimer: I do not claim any rights to "The Rocky Horror picture show" or the play "Rocky Horror show."
Rating: K+
Characters: Dr. Frank-N-Furter, various OCs plus an idiotic soda jerk.
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All wet
Caught in a heavy down pour, Frankie is without and umbrella and he's positively seething.
His beautiful clothes are soaked though and though.
Frank has parked his motorbike in front of a drugstore and is now frantically tip-toeing acrossed the sidewalk to the door, wailing and squaking with his arms waving in the air.
As he steps in and the bell jingles, he has a raging fit of coughing. Four of the customers are staring at him with their mouths agape. The others are busy but the soda jerk is stricken so dumb that he neglects to notice that the drink that he was filling is now over-flowing.
Frankie wipes his nose with a soggy tissue, snuffling loudly before trodding to a bar stool to plant himself almost violently. Actually, it causes his bottom some harm.
All the while he had whined and moaned only to be completely silent at the bar. He is also dripping onto the checker board tiles.
The only man remaining seated at the bar besides Frank is doing so merely to finish his milk shake and when he does -giving himself brain freeze- he's off like a bolt.
Frank is not ignorant of this.
"Good afternoon." Furter says with an all encompassing grin. "May I have a cherry coke. Extra syrup?"
The soda jerk does not respond.
"Thhhank you." Frank tells him and places a napkin down on the bar counter.
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When Frankie has nearly finished his coke (With a lipstick ringed straw), he catches an outrageous chill and titters inappropriately.
"Um...I don't wanna seem impolite..." the soda jerk begins. Frank slowly peers up with hollow cheeks and mouth wrapped in a tight, curt pucker about the straw and fingering stray crumbs upon the bar surface.
"...But...would you mind very much..."
Frank bats his eyes.
"...If... well...Could you please leave as soon as possible?"
"No." Frank answers flatly and returns to his drink. His make-up is immaculate despite the thunderstorm.
Soda jerk groans and whispers "PLEASE! your kind just aren't good for business! Come on. Take a hike. Be a pal."
Frank just clucks his tongue and refuses to acknowledge him.
"Please?"