Author's Note: Hello people! This is a very strange little piece, spawned from a very strange and disturbing conversation I had with my dear friend, Commander Rhade. She was the one who thought this should be more than a talk between us and should become a story.
And since you're not moving to Florida, my friend, I figured I could give you what you wanted.
Disclaimer: Not mine, of course, though I dearly wish it were.
Channel Surfing
It was a very boring day; one of those hot summer days where no one feels like doing much of anything. The type of day that even though the air conditioner is on high you still just can't quite manage to do anything productive.
The type of day one might just relax and watch television, a glass of wine in hand, and such was the lethargic mood of Danny Ocean and Rusty Ryan that they decided to do exactly that.
Much to their dismay, as often happens on such slow afternoons, there didn't seem to be much on of interest and the two con men ended up just flipping through the channels, really rather bored.
After awhile, more because they were bored with flipping the channels then because it really got their attention, they settled on a news channel and finally put the remote down.
"This just in, breaking news!" the newscaster announced loudly, and Rusty arched an eyebrow in what might have been interest, though on such a day it was hard to tell.
"Millions died in a freak incident! California and Florida both just broke off from the mainland and fell into the ocean!"
"Tragic," Danny murmured, taking a sip of wine.
"Yeah," Rusty agreed around a mouthful of Reeses Pieces. "Good thing we didn't take that job."
"Yeah." Danny nodded.
Rusty sighed, boredom returning and picked up the remote. "Ready to change the channel?" he asked.
"Sure," Danny yawned, stretching his arms out. "Shame about California and Florida."
"Really too bad," Rusty agreed, sipping wine and settling back to try and find something else to watch.
It really was a very boring day.