Red Hot Omelets
William Terry Louis Andrew Carrick Jonathan Dredge Hams Reading Roger Southwark Alwick Plymouth Junior Regison III is a wealthy man visiting Waffle Island in the hopes of finding reliable business partners. Gill just can't be bothered.
"Emily, please…"
"How could you… How could you do this to me!"
"Wait, come back! Emily!" cried the blond, his hand reaching dramatically for the woman's silhouette fading into the mist.
"How sad…" said Luna with a sniffle.
Gill pursed his lips as the credits rolled up the screen, the lights flickering every now and then as the theatre slowly filtered out. Angela was tearing up to the left of him and Luna blowing her brains out in a hanky on his right. There was no escaping until either one got up from their seat, which neither seemed willing to do.
"I can't believe it just ended like that. Roy deserved better than her," weeped Luna, leaning over Gill to grab the drink in Angela's cup holder. Angela didn't seem to mind, still enraptured by the film they'd just watched. "I know! I feel so sorry for poor Emily…"
"With a name like that, she deserved what she got," he didn't mean to butt in, but the atmosphere needed to change, and if that change were for the worse, then so be it!
Luna glared at him like she wanted to stuff a tissue up his nose, "Don't you have any sense of empathy? No wonder you're still single."
"Hey now," but Angela was too late. The two were practically spitting fire at each other.
Gill snatched the drink from the smaller woman's hand, "I'll have you know I'm only single because I choose to be!" Though it came from his lips, the words weighed his heart.
"You got that right," once again, the brunette's words went unheard as the two continued to bicker. The credits ended some time ago, and they were virtually the last ones in the small theatre.
Luna jolted upright, suddenly rising from her seat, "I have to use the restroom… You two! Don't move from there until I get back! You got it? Be back in five seconds! Don't move!"
Gill stared at her retreating back with a frown. "Why do we have to sit here?" Despite his words, the two did just as they were told. Only it took much longer than 'five seconds'.
"You think she ran into some trouble?" asked Angela, a worried look on her face.
Gill scoffed, "Her? Trouble is her middle name."
"That's not reassuring…"
"I was wondering where you three went. Did you enjoy the movie?" asked a familiar voice.
Gill shot up from his seat, though realizing he couldn't really move past Angela, sat back down with a flush of embarrassment. Angela got the cue and got up from her chair, waddling through the row of seats. The bright sunlight outside came as a shock, dragging them back into reality. It was a small theatre, but on a busy street. There were literally countless storefronts and attractions, yet despite all that Gill still felt guilty for taking the day off.
"Where were you, anyway?" asked Angela innocently, unaware that was the question Gill was burning to ask but didn't.
Will smiled, ramping up the charm like the creep that he was, "Just familiarizing myself with the area. There are many places I'd like to show you…"
"Ah! You guys!" the booming voice shocked all of them and they looked back wearily to see a fuming Luna. "I can't believe you left me! After I specifically told you to wait!"
"You're the one who took ten minutes in the bathroom," Gill countered.
Luna blushed, shouting loudly, "I did not spend ten minutes in the rest room! I forgot about you all and came out for some fresh air, then I saw—"
"By the way, what would you all like to eat?" Will interrupted abruptly, throwing her off balance.
But she gained it just as soon as she'd lost it. "Let's go for ice-cream!" the woman chanted excitedly. If the passersby didn't know any better, which they didn't, being passersby and all, they'd think she were an underage girl out for a day of fun with her parents.
Angela laughed at her girlfriend's antics and nodded in agreement, "Something cold on a hot day would be pretty nice."
"You and your sweets," muttered Gill, who turned away with a cross of his arms.
The snide comment didn't go by unnoticed, and soon the two were at each other's throats. Will rested a hand on his shoulder and smiled gently, "Let's do what she wants, this time."
Gill's voice dropped to barely audible. The wind blew, rustling the blond hair ever so gently and carrying with it that light cologne and…some kind of shampoo? Badump. Gill flushed, frowning and muttering something or the other. Luna shrugged him off, grabbing Will and Angela's hand and dragging them off. "Let's leave this loser in the dust."
"What are you, a child?" Gill called after them, but followed behind nonetheless. He was feeling a little awkward now, and who could blame him?
Earlier that day…
"You're always working, even on your days off," comment Will as the two sat watching the weather channel as though it were the most interesting thing in the world.
Gill stared straight forward, though not really focusing on anything. He had a stack of paperwork he'd taken home from the day before but he had to admit, his eyes hurt a little. "It's better to be a hard worker than a slacker," he replied, not too sour, not too sweet.
Will stroked his chin like he had an invisible beard, seriously pondering the thought. "I wonder if that's true…"
"Of course it is," Gill shot back, reshuffling the papers trying to find his place. "If you plan to open a business here, don't do it half-assed." Immediately he regretted the comment. Not only was he sharp, but to use profanity…. He closed his eyes, trying to relax a bit before settling back into work mode.
Luckily, the blond didn't seem to mind. He even chuckled albeit softly. "Come on a trip with me."
"I don't have time for….wait, what?" Gill's blue eyes blinked a couple times. That totally came from left field.
"It will be fun," smiled Will as he rested his chin in his hand. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as his lips curled. "I won't take no for an answer."
Gill gulped, though he could feel a lump forming in his throat, he couldn't tear his eyes away. "What nonsense are you saying? Pascal won't be in town until later this evening."
"Pascal?" Will pondered a moment before the name clicked. "Oh, the good captain." The sly smile returned as he purred, "There's no need for him. We can sail to the mainland ourselves."
"Yes, we'll build a little boat out of twigs and berries and row our way there," said Gill, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Will laughed, "That sounds like fun… but I'm afraid my yacht will just have to do."
"Right, your yacht. And when we get there, we can drive my Mercedes—" Gill gaped, as though the words just now sank in. "Your what?"
"My yacht."
"But…but I thought…" Gill walked by the beach almost every day. How in the world did he manage to miss a yacht docked at the pier? His eyes narrowed, "You had it sent here?"
Will shook his head. "I drove it here on the first."
"…You steered it."
"I steered it." Will moved to fold his arms, apparently satisfied with the look of shock on his companion's face. He offered again, "And I'm asking you to accompany me today."
Gill snapped his jaw shut; he must have looked like a real idiot staring like that. Of course Prince Charming would own a yacht! That shouldn't really come as a surprise, should it? Hell, he had the money to ship a single horse to the island. Why not throw in a vessel or two? "A trip, hm," he hummed, closing his eyes as though imagining it. It really did sound like a good idea…better than sitting at home all day doing leftover paperwork, despite what he said earlier.
"Sounds romantic, doesn't it?" Will joked.
Gill blushed, brushing some invisible dust off his shoulder to hide his embarrassment, "Don't be ridiculous! …but I don't think I'd mind."
This isn't exactly romantic.
Gill glared as the three happily ordered their ice-cream cones. They looked like a bunch of children! Eating sweets and they hadn't even had lunch yet. "You're going to get fat," he commented snidely earning a rewarding glare from Luna.
"For your information, this is low-fat," she huffed, taking a lick of her strawberry ice-cream.
Angela turned to Gill as well, a double scoop chocolate cone in her hand. "Aren't you getting anything?"
Gill shrugged, "I'm not a child anymore." Just as he'd spoken a single scoop cone of vanilla ice-cream got shoved in his face. Gill looked to Will, who just smiled back at him, then at the ice-cream, taking it carefully.
"I hope you enjoy vanilla," said Will, a similar treat in hand.
A brief silence waved between them as Luna snickered. Gill pouted unconsciously. "Well, I don't dislike it." Really, this is the complete opposite of romantic.
"By the way, who was that beautiful girl you were with?" asked Luna out of the clear blue.
The other three stopped, slightly confused at the question. Her eyes directed straight at Will with genuine curiosity, and he squirmed under the gaze.
"Who are you referring to?" he asked slowly, keeping a calm face.
Luna tilted her head cutely, "The one with the blond curly hair…I thought she might be your sister or something. Am I wrong?"
"No, that's…"
"So that's what we came here for."
Gill's voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Even Luna felt it. Angela laughed nervously, waving a hand about as though trying to dispel the bad aura, "Come on, guys, the ice-cream is melting!"
"Ah!" Luna quickly worked at lapping up the creamy liquid.
Gill watched as the vanilla cream trailed down his thumb and dripped on his shoe. "I really don't like sweet things, afterall."
