Disclaimer: I don't own these characters...and I'm sure Susie thanks the dear Lord baby Jesus that I don't.
I swiveled in my swively seat, letting the DX slide out of focus and become a blur of red, blue, and various other colors. I wondered if this is what everything would look like if I smoked that marijuana shit. Slamming my hand against the counter, I stopped my swiveling swiftly. Vertigo overwhelming me, I slid off my swilvely seat suddenly and fell to the floor. There was a laugh from the other side of the room. I stumblmed my feet with the help of my swively seat and staggered to source of the laughter.
"Man, you must be bored out of your mind," Steve said. Well at least I thought it was Steve. I blinked a few times. Ah, yes. The face of a friend from the days of frolicking in feilds of fresh flowers.
or jumping over fences to escape the neighbors wrath after we broke his window with a baseball. Which ever you find more suiting. I think the first option personally, but it's up to you. Anyways...
"We haven't had a customer all morning. Not one customer since the minute we walked through this door Steve," I said, sidling back to my swively seat.
"We've only been here for a half hour." Steve dropped a car magazine he had been flipping through on the counter.
"It seems a lot longer," I argued, clambering back atop my swively seat. Steve laughed again.
"What's so funny?" I asked, shifting my swively seat side to side slightly.
"Well, they say time flies by when you're having fun and you've been playing with that chair all morning."
I couldn't believe it, he was scoffing at my swively seat!
"Well, what else is there to do?" I said, feeling a bit miffed that he would dare scoff at my swively seat. He grinned a bit.
"I know something," he said, stepping closer. He held his hands up hopefully. I stared at him confusedly...then realizating hit me.
"Oh, no," I said shaking my head. "Someone might see!"
He jumped up onto the counter carefully like a cat.
"Come on," he begged. "No one will see!"
I swiveled away from Steve in my swively seat.
"You know you want to," he said slyly. Shaking my head I said, "Fine, fine, fine! Man, why am I agreeing to this?"
"Cause I'm you're best friend," Steve said sweetly. I walked ot the front of the room and pulled the shades. "I better be."
I wandered back over to the counter then looked at Steve wistfully. I smiled.
"You ready?" he nodded, touching his hands to mine he took a deep breath and belted out...
"Choco-late can-dy, choco-late can-dy, dul-ces de choc-o-lat."
We clapped our hands together furiously.
"One for you, and one for me," I sang.
"Uno para tu, uno para mi," Steve replied. We were ready to recite the next rhyme when the door jingled open. Steve and I dropped our hands to our sides guiltily. I felt my face get hot.
"Hey, Soda," Pony greeted. He nodded, "Steve." He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a Pepsi.
"See, what did I tell you," Steve hissed through laughter, "No one will ever find out."