Ha ha! I am not caught up. Now I can just do one short advent each day. Whew.
Summary: Jolene may or may not have dropped a bottle of sparkling apple cider in the middle of the store.
December 12
The accident wasn't her fault. Jolene swore it. Okay? If anyone said it was, Jolene would happily point them Roque's way, and he would take care of the naysayer for her. So what if Jolene was pregnant? She could still kick ass. Vicariously, that is.
Still, Jolene grimaced at the scene before her. Who should she say sorry to first? Roque, the one she depended on to kick ass, just sort of gaped. Jensen—meanie—was laughing so hard he was almost curled up on the ground. Spread before them? Was chaos.
Jolene seemed to be making a habit of spilling things lately, and maybe she shouldn't be allowed to handle any powders or liquids anymore. Jensen gasped for air and Jolene looked back at him, torn between joining him, helping him, or hitting him. It really could go any way. Groans rose above Jensen's laughter and Jolene looked back at the scene she didn't cause.
It wasn't her fault the stupid cider was on the top shelf, and she wasn't tall enough. She actually had it in hand, thank you very much. It was just… her back really did protest to the treatment and she may or may not have dropped the cider. Someone walked by just in time to slip, and their cart was sent careening down the aisle, and-Oh God, it hit more people.
In a way, it made Jolene think of dominos. One by one, the other shoppers were sent sprawling or crashing, all because of one broken bottle of sparkling apple cider. No, it wasn't Jolene's fault. Everything was the cider's fault, and if Jensen didn't stop laughing, Jolene would give Roque express permission to rough him up. Honestly, Jensen was such a child sometimes.
It was funny though. A small giggle broke past Jolene's defenses and she stifled it again with her hand. Nothing about this should be funny, and honestly they should be running away before someone got really mad. Jolene shook her head. Apparently she was spending way too much time with Jensen. The proper thing to do was apologize, help everyone get back on their feet—Jolene snorted—and pay for the product. After all, you break it, you buy it.
"Jensen, shut up." Jolene looked between Jensen and Roque, to see Roque glaring at Jensen. Instead of shutting up, Jensen finally collapsed to the ground, tears running down his face. That was just too much. As Jolene broke down into laughter herself, the thought of how Roque must feel only made her laugh harder. Sorry Roque. But it definitely wasn't Jolene's fault. And seeing Jensen shaking in the fetal position on the ground in the middle of the store was just too funny.
Honestly, Jolene didn't know why Roque wasn't laughing, but there was that more pressing issue of needing to breathe distracting her. Oh, they were probably going to be in so much trouble.
It was funnier when I was writing it. Oops. I'm just no good at writing funny. I'm freaking great at sad and angry! But who wants a sad and angry advent to Christmas? Seriously. No one. So, have your badly written humor. This kind of makes me feel like the advent chocolate actually. It tastes so good, but there's just not enough. Well, except this isn't that good.
