The Birds And The Bees And The Badger
(Follow up to Another Bit. Van Pelt is back, and Matt just isn't feelin' it. Sony owns Jumanji. Bonny, Pat, and Matt are original characters. )
Matt studied Bonny as she watched Van Pelt stride confidently up the walkway. If she wasn't careful, she'd be beaming.
It had been a month since Van Pelt had assented to join their little coffee coven, and the shifting of their universe was palpable.
Matt swirled his coffee with a stirrer. You could read tea leaves..he wondered what coffee bubbles could tell him. One little bubble clung to the stirrer, and stared at him "She dragged you with her when she bought new underwear," it burbled.
"I know."
"They are so doing it," it chortled, and burst.
Pat ran up behind Van Pelt just as he entered. The hunter had magnanimously permitted him to return to the group, and Pat now scampered after him, dressed in jungle-chic , hanging on Van Pelts every word, and fancying himself a henchman ( read go - fer ).
Matt sipped his coffe, and nodded slightly to an oblivious Van Pelt, who was arranging his chair a discreet, yet uncomfortably close distance from Bonnys. Matt afforded himself a long glance at their knowing eye-meeting. He could imagine Bonny acting sexy.. but Van Pelt?
He shivered at the image of a humping badger in a pit helmet.
Pat had scurried off to get Van Pelts coffee order.. yes, he literally scurried. Those boots and riding pants looked absurd on his short, stocky frame, but he had found a purpose, and was happy..genuinely happy.
Yup.
He sighed, and stared into his cup. The bubbles had regrouped. A big one with a baritone voice swam forward.
"So, how's your life goin' mate?" it asked.
"Oh, you know.. same old, same old," he thought at it.
The bubble floated back to the others. "Wow, sucks to be you, " it blurped.
Matt stabbed his coffee repeatedly. "I think it's dead," Bonny laughed . "Not dead enough," Matt murmered. He tossed the stirer on the table, and faked a good natured laugh.
Pat strode quickly back with Van Pelts coffee, and sat sipping his own, while trying to affect the hunters stoic manner. Bonny , whose fashion philosophy had been 'If it's clean..wear it,' was now dressing to please. She was wearing a thin, slightly low cut sweater, that covered everything, and concealed nothing.. a bit daring for Van Pelts standards, but judging by how he was making sure that their thighs touched under the table,,
Oh, good god..
Matt slipped the stirer between his teeth, and chewed it while staring out of the window.
Everyones life is evolving except mine. What's a sane, sensible person to do ? he thought.
'You don't know any sane, sensible people..and why are you talking to yourself so much?" he replied .
Things were getting a mite esoteric in Good Old Reliable Matt Land.
