Drabble: Fragrance
Author: williz
Summary: So the word is fragrance. Like perfume, farts, wet dog, sweat, Clinique Happy, you know…that stuff.
Disclaimer: Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann don't belong to me. But maybe if I invented a fragrance and called it "Williz for Bitches" I could be rich and famous and own a fragrance. Then I wouldn't NEED Will and Elizabeth! Nyah!
"This is our newest line. It's called 'The Breeze of Oklahoma' and it smells of the brightest of bright southern suns." The woman held up the small vial of perfume and smiled.
William Turner was covering his face with his hand and shutting his eyes, trying his best to keep the incredible amount of laughter inside.
"Will, stop it!" Elizabeth hissed to him, trying to keep her own laughter to a minimum. It would have been so much less difficult if her husband wasn't close to tears beside her.
"Question? Yes! You, Sir!"
The man stood up. "This fragrance, Madame…does it come in packs of more than one? And if so, how may we be able to purchase it?"
"Good question! This fragrance may be purchased off of our website here." She showed them the site on the board. "And they come in packs of four."
Will let out a loud laugh, then quickly disguised it as a cough.
"Yes sir? Question?"
Elizabeth almost died when Will's laughter abruptly ceased. She pushed him up from his seat and watched as he stared wide-eyed at the older woman.
"Did you have a question, young man?" She asked again, that fake smile plastered on her face.
Will cleared his throat. "Uh..y—Yes! Yes I did, actually. Now this fragrance, um…Oklahoma…erm….what's it?"
"Breeze of Oklahoma, young man."
"Yes, right…what sorts of things go into this perfume?" He asked, fighting to get the words out of his mouth.
"Oh, I'm so glad you asked. Would you like to try some?"
Elizabeth ducked down quickly and almost choked on her own hand, she was fighting so hard not to laugh.
"Actually, I believe my wife would."
Elizabeth sat up quickly, giving her husband a 'What in God's name…?!' look and shaking her head. She turned her head to look at the woman, her eyes as wide as saucers, and shook her head again. "No! No—No, I…"
"Come on, love!" He pulled her up and nudged her up to the front of the room.
She walked up there rather stiff legged, then smiled at the woman. "Uh…hello."
"Hello, dear." She immediately squirted some of the perfume on Elizabeth's neck.
Elizabeth almost gagged. It smelled like rotten cow flesh or sweat, anything inhuman and disgusting. She kept it in and smiled, trying to fight the smell out of her nostrils.
She quickly went and sat next to Will. Everyone within two seats of her each way were trying their best to lean away, except for Will, who felt guilty for forcing her up there. He sat close, his arm around her, fighting the smell to the back of his mind for her.
Elizabeth lamely raised her gaze to him and blushed apologetically. The moment this was over, they were going home and she was showering.
(A/N): Ahahahahahahaha! Ooooh man.