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Chapter 2: Relaxation, Reflexes, and Rightness
June 21, 2014
WB's Apartment- His day off!
WB awakened and freshened up. He ate eggs and turkey bacon. He brushed his teeth and put on some fresh workout clothes.
He jogged to the Department. That was about 5 miles from his house. He stopped and sat on the steps to rest. He took a swig of water. Some fellow guys and gals in blue were walking up and down the steps. He greeted them all with friendly nods.
He saw a group of hot girls walking by. He stood up, pretending not be exhausted. WB winked at them with a smile. They walked by giggling, whispering to each other, and sneaking glances at him. If he caught a girl's eye, she giggled harder.
He caught snippets of their whispered conversations, words like "hot", "cute", "cop", "great hair", and "muscular".
He grinned. The girls gasped and giggled harder. They walked away, still glancing back at him.
As soon as they were out of sight, he puffed out and started panting. He rested for about 3 more minutes and drank more water. He stretched a little bit and jogged home. He was sweating like crazy, so he showered and put on some fresh clothes.
He grabbed a soda. He sat down and switched on the TV. WB browsed and stepped on the channel playing "COPS". After it was done, a show about an ex-detective who seemed to have a disorder involving being very neat and having everything straight, probably OCD. He also keeps asking for wipes. WB glanced at his watch. It was 11:30 a.m. It was still early.
He pulled out his phone and called his team. He chose conference call.
"Hey guys! Do you want to come over?"
"Sure," said Patrick.
"You bet!" exclaimed Dean.
"I'll love to," replied Nathalie.
"I'm going to get pizza and drinks."
"Make sure it's Hawaiian," said Dean.
"Oh course. I'll never forget pineapple."
They were probably the most hyper, pineapple-loving, good-looking, intelligent, and effective detective team out there.
"I'll drive Dean and Patrick. We'll pick you at the pizza shop."
"Great!" He hung up.
WB walked to the pizza shop two blocks away and ordered three large boxes of Hawaiian and two 6-packs of soda. He balanced everything in his arms. He happened to walk by a contest jar. He stopped to look at it.
His friends stopped outside of the shop. They climbed out and walked over to him. They too stopped to look at the "Guess How Many Marbles" stand. The man behind the table with the marbles shifted.
"Are any going to try and guess the amount of marbles? If you win, you get two months worth of medium pizzas, with any topping."
The team looked at each other.
"347 marbles,: they said at the same time, keeping serious faces.
The man looked shell-shocked. He looked in his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, and he read it.
"But..but that's exactly right!"
It was getting harder to keep from laughing.
"You… you each get about 60 boxes pizza."
He handed them each a coupon.
"You can pick up one any time you like. Just make sure you show them this and have them stamp it."
"Thank you," they said.
They put the pizzas and sods in the back, and climbed into Nathalie's 1987 Blue Convertible.
They couldn't hold it in anymore. They burst out into laughter. The man was still looking at them.
"Why do we always do that?" asked WB. "It freaks people out."
"It is fun," said Nathalie.
"Oh course you'll think it is funny, Natalia."
"It's Nathalie."
"Sure it is."
She sighed, letting the topic go.
"At least we got two months worth of free pizza!" said Patrick.
They arrived at WB's apartment within minutes, they climbed out. Dean was balancing the pizzas on his head and Patrick was juggling the 12 sodas. Their team had many skills.
WB unlocked the lobby door. They took the elevator to the 3rd floor, and WB opened the door to the apartment 3H. Dean took the pizzas off his head and put them on the kitchen counter. Nathalie sat on a chair at the table and pulled out a book. Patrick stopped juggling and caught them: 1 in each hand, 4 on both arms, one on his head, and one on his foot that was raised in the air. It looked like he was trying to do some Eagle Karate Pose.
"Maybe I should put them down to fizzle out," he said.
He hopped over to the fridge. He put the ones in his hands inside, and then he started to flip the others into his hands. It was mesmerizing. He only hand the one on his foot left. He kicked it up. Patrick miscalculated the kick and it went flying over his head, spinning toward Nathalie, who was currently reading Pride and Prejudice.
"Natalia, watch out f…!" WB started to yell, but Nathalie's hand was already shooting out. She grabbed the can out of the air, not once glancing up from her book. He popped it open slowly and took a sip.
The boys gaped.
"May I help you?" asked Nathalie, still reading.
The boys just shook their heads in wonder. Nathalie never ceased to amaze them.
WB started sharing out the pizzas.
"Hey Natalia! Do you want 3 slices?"
"It's Nathalie! And yes I would!"
"Okay Natalia!"
He served all of them. They gathered around the TV, with soda and pizza. They sat there watching CSI. Dean made some obscure '80s reference, and they burst out laughing. Nathalie snorted and soda came out of her nose. That brought on more gales of laughter. Sometime ago, Patrick went and brought out some beer. They soon became slightly drunk.
"Soo Nathalie, wha' do 'ou like in a guy?" asked Dean.
"Wha' kind ov question iss that?" she asked.
"It's a sssimple un! Just anwsa it, Nats," said Patrick.
"Wellll, like guys 'ho are in'ellegent, funny, an' cute."
"Awl ov us arr like that, Natalia," slurred WB.
"I know! 'E 'as to like 'ineapples like us too."
"Niiiccceee," said Dean.
"Sooo, awl ov us arr accepabul," said WB.
"Ya, I gess 'ou ar! But 'ou can't date cowoukas."
"I kno' that! Eny whay, yu ar like a sista to me."
There was a pause.
"Yu kno' nun ov us can't drive 'ome. We're to 'runk," said Dean.
"I touk va libetty to buy awl ov us new clothes," said Nathalie, looking proud.
"Great! I kne' we 'ould on 'ou, Nats," said Patrick.
They chatted for a while. They asked each other what they want in a person. Nathalie was the first to pass out. Patrick and Dean followed closely behind. WB stumbled to his closet and pulled out 3 blankets. He draped them on his companions, and then went to his bedroom. He fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.