I'm getting ideas, and then as soon as I have them, I lose them -_- I have to stand up and talk out the story by myself just to think up the dialog! I'm a loser, I know :p


At the store, Nick was filling the cart to the top with plenty of unnecessary groceries. Chips, soda, beer, chip dip, strawberries, beer, popcorn, beer, lotion, beer, beer, beer, and beer! He knew Monroe enjoyed the stuff seriously enough to have an opener on all the bottles in his fridge, but he had no idea that Monroe would bust a cap over him drinking the last one. So he decided to just fill up his friends fridge up with a life time supply of his favorite beer. The other items, he admitted openly to himself, he was buying for himself. He would leave them at Monroe's but he doubted Monroe himself would actually eat the stuff.

At the register, the Grimm got several worried and questioning looks from the other shoppers (since most knew him as a detective) as the cashier scanned each case of beer. After he paid the cashier, he began mulling over how to get the heavy cart out to his jeep. Eventually, he just turned the cart backwards and towed it out the automatic doors.

"Was that Detective Burckhardt?"

"I think so."

"He's probably already drunk to be buying that much beer."

"Mmmhmm."


After pulling in to Monroe's driveway, he grabbed as many bags as he could before running up to the house and knocking, basically kicking, with his foot on the door. He was greeted by the blutbad, who didn't look to happy

"I thought it was my job to huff, puff and blow a house down," he growled sarcastically, "What do you have?"

"Groceries, obviously. Go get the rest," he breathed, dragging the heavy cases of liquor into the kitchen. Monroe looked after him in disbelief.

"There's more?" He shook his head as he walked over to the jeep. In the trunk, back seat, and most of the front passenger seat were cases and cases of Moonshine.

"Oh my god."

"I know right!" Nick jogged to him and began his second round.

"Why?" It was all Monroe could manage out. Nick tiredly set down the bags.

"I told you earlier. I feel bad about eating and drinking everything in your house, especially the beer. So I just decided to get you a shit load so you wouldn't have to worry about me getting the last one." The Grimm tried one of his charming smiles, but it didn't fool the blutbad.

"Dude, what have you been smoking?" Nick rolled his eyes.

"Just grab the bags and come on," Nick groaned. But damn, that's a lot of beer! Not that Monroe was complaining or anything. He shrugged it off and began carrying in the hundreds of bags.


I like this story, I guess I should continue it, but I'm going to need ideas! Also, special thanks to my reviewers 3

nazgullover: I'm glad you like it! Usually stuck with a tough crowd J

JuliaAurelia: I agree with you, Nick is such a piggy! Drinking all the beer, or making Monroe make him food. So fat :p

Jog58: For you my dear, a sequel!