"I can't tell if that's the grossest thing ever or the coolest thing ever."
Title: Man Feet
Genre: Humor-ish general
Rating: PG-13
Curiously, she slipped her slim, delicate feet inside. The white tips of her French pedicure contrasted sharply against the dark brown.
"Whoa," she said lowly.
Serena looked over from where she was lying on her stomach.
"Nolan's got some feet."
Serena propped herself up on an elbow, adjusting herself in her swim top appropriately before peering more closely at Mina's feet.
Nolan's dark brown flip-flops - stained black in some places - swallowed Mina's feet. The front edge extended nearly an inch beyond her toes, and her foot moved freely side-to-side.
Mina placed her other feet directly behind her heel. "One of his flip flops can hold one and a half of my feet! Why are his feet so big?" she asked incredulously. "Nolan!" she called to where he was tossing around a football with Jareth. "Why are your feet so freakishly humongous?"
Nolan's partially offended, somewhat puzzled look caused him to miss Jareth's next throw – it spiraled straight into his chest. Jareth laughed. "Pay attention, Sasquatch."
By the time Nolan had made it over to the blankets, Mina had settled herself quite comfortably on her towel – one she had not bought at Target. She leaned back on her tanned arms, giggling with Serena and giving beachgoers a sexy silhouette of her body. Her hair dangled between her arms, and her legs stretched out in front of her, feet together at the heels. Rhythmically, she tapped the balls of her feet together, Nolan's flip-flops hanging precariously onto her toes, comically flopping around as the name implied.
"Your feet are ridiculously humongous," Serena informed him.
"I have man feet," Nolan said proudly.
"You have big feet," Mina corrected. "Freakishly large feet."
"They are proportionate to my body," Nolan said, pretending not be offended. He plucked his foot apparel off of Mina. "Besides, you know what they say about men with big feet."
Mina and Serena exchanged eye rolls expectantly.
Nolan tilted one flip-flop onto its side and inserted something into the padded heel. After fiddling a bit, he pushed his thumb into the middle of the sole.
From a tiny hole in the side, brown liquid poured out generously into an awaiting red plastic cup, the faint smell of whiskey wafting over to the girls.
"The bigger the foot, the bigger the buzz." Nolan winked and walked away, drinking from the just-filled cup.
There was a moment of silence before:
"I can't tell if that's the grossest thing ever or the coolest thing ever."
"I know… but I think I want one."
"Me too."
end
Notes: There ARE flip-flops that hold liquid like the one described & there are also flip-flops that actually hold a flask in the heel. The former is more fun for fic purposes, but Nolan lies: from what I've found, despite size, 3 oz. is the general amount of liquid to be held
This is a separate drabble from "Ten Minutes," but placed her for Nolan relatedness.