Welcome to one of the stories for my "Day Beofre Birthday Stroy Posting Extravaganza"! Yeah... This one is another one of those that just came to me. I managed to finish eight stories in three or four days and most of them I didn't have already on my computer waiting to be finished. Tara and Sophie are in this because I couldn't decide who I wanted more. This really entertained me...
Sophie and Tara sat at the bar sipping their drinks and casually chatting when Parker appeared.
"Hey," Parker said, "What are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you again too, Parker," Tara greeted, "I'm visiting."
"Oh."
Tara took a sip of her beer but glanced at Sophie who kneed her leg. Sophie nodded towards Parker who was staring at the bowl in front of her in deep thought. Tara looked at Parker, then at Sophie.
"Whatcha thinking about, Parker?" Tara asked.
Parker looked up, "What?"
"What are you thinking about, Parker?" Sophie repeated.
"Just… stuff."
"Do you want to maybe talk about it?" Tara asked her.
"Um… okay," Parker agreed.
Tara and Sophie waited for her to say something. Sophie was about to speak when Parker busted out, "I like pretzels."
Tara looked at Sophie with a blank face.
Sophie sighed, "Pretzels?"
"Yes. I really like… pretzels."
"Well, they're right there in front of you," Tara pointed out.
"I know," Parker said, "but do I really want pretzels now?"
"Well are you craving, pretzels, Parker?" asked Sophie.
"Like, always," Parker answered honestly, "I like the ideal of having pretzels, I like being near pretzels everyday. I even miss pretzels we're not near."
"Wow, you really love pretzels, don't you?" commented Tara.
Parker's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "Love? No, I- I wouldn't say I love pretzels. I may strongly like pretzels but not love."
"You like the ideal of having pretzels, you like being near pretzels all the time, and you miss pretzels when you're not near them, Parker," Sophie said, "You love pretzels."
Parker looked down at the bowl of pretzels.
"You think?"
"Why don't you just have the pretzels?" Tara asked simply.
"I don't know," Parker pouted, "Maybe… I mean pretzels are kinda nice. I connect with pretzels. I could love pretzels…"
"…okay," Tara mumbled, "Well whenever you want pretzels, they're waiting for you when you're ready."
Parker nodded, "I know."
"Hey ladies," Hardison greeted. He took a seat next to Parker, "So what's going on?"
"Well Parker came to the conclusion that she may love pretzels," Sophie said.
Hardison's face immediately turned to Parker.
"Really?"
The blonde nodded, "Yeah… I guess I love pretzels."
"But are you ready for pretzels?" he asked her, "Because pretzels will wait forever if they have to."
Parker shook her head, "No, I'm ready for pretzels now."
Hardison grinned and pulled her off of her stool and into a kiss.
"Pretzels love you too, Mama."
She grinned and kissed him back.
Tara and Sophie looked at one another.
"Do you also get the feeling that pretzels is Hardison?" Sophie asked her.
Tara chuckled and turned back to the two, "Yep… Pretzels and Peanuts."
Sophie laughed, "Pretzels and Peanuts," she nodded.
Can anyone guess why Parker is Peanuts? I love Parker... when she was getting the candy out of that pinata and Elliot ripped the head off! Her reaction was priceless. Props to Beth Riesgraf!