Greg: "See you boyfriend" He gets off the phone with Chris.
He holds the phone in his hands looking at it, having a mixed feeling of happiness and sadness. He hangs it up and heads to his room then jumps on his bed. More than anything he only wants to do one thing and that's spend the day the way he was supposed to; with his best friend. It shouldn't have been ruined. His mind not wanting to get off the topic. He even tried to sleep but time was passing by and he still kept thinking about imaginary situations of them.
Greg lifts himself up and starts getting dressed. He knows his dad is on his way back but he doesn't care. He knows he will get Chris in trouble with what he's planning but he can't control himself. He knows he should stop himself right now because he will make things worse but in his mind; no one is going to keep them apart. He knows there will be consequences but they'll fight it together. His subconscious screaming at him to not go through with this. If he cared anything for Chris at all he would stop now to prevent any more trouble. Greg looks at the sweater he was about to put on, it's in his hand now with both hands on the dresser holding him up as he goes through the motions. He tries to decide against it, to control himself. They have alot of time and they will be able to spend it as much as they want, he just needed to be patient. Greg turns his back to the dresser leaning on it still holding the navy blue sweater in his hands while looking at the ceiling. It's taking all his will power to hold him there. This has never happened before, for him to want something so much and not care about the bad results. If he goes now, he might stunt there chances at seeing each other ever again. Greg questioned why he was acting this way, why was he so keen seeing Chris right now as opposed to waiting. He looked down from the ceiling to around his room. He defuses himself from the thought of going and heads onto his bed. He looks at where he was laying down and the answer hit him.
He can't bear to be alone again.
Greg turns, putting the sweater on over his shirt and heading towards the living room.
He's always been alone; no friends, no gf, his dad not being the company he wanted. They were different from each other and couldn't connect. He grabs his shoes and starts to put them on. Coming home to no family except the one he couldn't relate to. Wanting a conversation with someone who he can geek out with or let his feelings pour out on. He ties his laces. Being lonely was something he had to deal with. All his life he felt like a foster kid no one wanted to adopt. The analogy being no one wants him being apart of their life. He gets up and walks towards the hooks. School people didn't notice him. He grabs his jacket. They didn't want to be friends with him and he didn't even know why. He puts his jacket on. Was it the way he looked? The way he acted? Did he give off some kind of vibe? He zips up his jacket, looking for a pen and paper to leave a note for his dad. The lonliness made him so self conscious about himself. He looks in his bookbag for the pen and paper. His self esteem dropped lower than a customer decline at a fast food place with vegan menu items. He grabs the paper and starts writing.
Seeing his bed(when he decided not to go) triggered the image of him and Chris falling asleep together and it sparked the feeling of emptiness now because of the difference between sleeping alone and sleeping with someone meaninful to you was universally distant.
Chris saved him from being Hans 'solo'. That day when he helped Chris with his books and asked if he was from bed stuy, Chris didn't give him the look. The look of 'okay why are you smiling at me and trying to make friends with me?'. He talked to him all nonchalant and didn't see what other people saw in him that kept them away, if a thing even existed. Greg still can't figure out why people just don't want him but he knows why Chris did. As much as he hates to admit it, the reason was because he didn't see him for his skin color. He wishes it was because Chris saw something special in him but the truth was their friendship was a circumstantial one and that can never be changed. Even so, as frustrating as the origin was; he was still grateful. Hating the fact that it started out like this it scared him into thinking Chris only loved him because he is the only one who sees Chris for who he is. If their love was based on that he wondered if Chris would stay only for that reason and that if he ever knew that, that was the reason, would he leave? Greg was done writing that he was going to the store for groceries. He stared at the dresser he was writing on top of, fears in his eyes. He would never leave Chris and he wouldn't be able to let him go and he knows it.
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He started feeling like a psychotic person who was addicted to soda and if there was no 7up in the fridge, there'd be a crime scene involving ketchup as the blood spattered on the walls while fruit and meats were in positions of bodies. Steak being at the half open window but didn't open it fully and escape in time. The vegetables in the bathroom with a locked door that got broken through and the eggs cracked and there yolk on the wall like they got their heads bashed in.
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He was definitely feeling possessive but to him, to have that one person who acknowledges you exist and actually like you for... Chris likes him. Chris actually likes him for who he is. They've had years to talk. They've had years to know each other at least thats what he thought. In the end he can only hope that this one good thing in his life will stay. He hopes he was right about Chris liking him and it wasn't from the act of random kindess when they first met or because Greg was the only one who liked Chris for being himself.
He hears the door unlock and looks in the direction of the sound.
Greg: "Shit" He then says in his head "Damn I thought I had more time"
He jumps in bed and covers himself with his blanket so his dad won't see his jacket and shoes on. He wonders what his dad will do now. Will he sleep? God he hoped so. He could hear keys dropping on the table and unzipping of a jacket. The door was opened. He wonders if he should fake sleep but then he remembered his dad dropped off Chris and he wondered if he was angry at him.
Greg: "Dad?" He calls out acting like he just heard someone come in.
Mr. Williger: "Ya" He yells back "Greg come here"
Greg wondered if he was going to get yelled at. He gets up then stops, he remembered he was wearing his attire.
He quickly took off his jacket but left the sweater on because he felt it might be reasonable to wear it and say it was cold as an excuse. He places his shoes by the bed and his jacket in the closet then heads towards his dad.
Mr. Williger was looking at his door waiting dor him to come, standing by the dining table wondering why Greg took so long. Not because he took so long but because he didn't even answer if he was coming or not.
Greg: Stands in the middle of the room "Ya dad?" He looks at him wondering how he'll start.
Mr. Williger: "I dropped him off" Greg waits but still furrows brow wondering why did he tell him that when he already knows "Ya, so" His dad was acting wierd and he was able to pick it up "So" He paused "What the hell are you doing?"
Greg: He thought his dad was talking about going out without saying anything "What do you mean?"
Mr. Williger: "You and Chris being the gay thing. Do you know what they do to people who are homos?" Greg looked down in shame he was afraid to defend himself "I thought you two were best friends not the" Waves his hand around "The gays"
Greg: Weakly "We are"
Mr. Williger: "Ya? Then why did " He points at the couch "I see you two sleeping on each other like wild animals?" Greg says nothing and it makes him think if this is what Chris will have to deal with, with his parents. "Answer me Greg" Greg doesn't answer "Greg I'm talking to you" Greg heads towards his room "Hey, come back here son" He follows.
Greg shuts the door and locks it then quickly wears his shoes and jacket in a panic.
Mr. Williger: Knocks on the door "Greg" He won't answer as he zips up his jacket and looks out the window to see how the weather is.
He's ashamed he can't defend himself and really wishes Chris was here. He's scared of what'll happen if he comes back home and if he'll be prohibited from seeing Chris or sent to some place to get cured or something.
Mr. Williger: Leaning head towards door and talking calmly "Greg, come out and listen" He waits for an answer "You can't do that. You can't be like that. If people in this neighborhood find out they'll kill you" Still no answer.
Greg is listening but he's ready to leave. It's late out and kind of dark out but not too dark. Thank goodness for street lights but the real issue was the snow but that won't be a problem in the subway which reminded him he forgot to grab money for the subway. His plan would have already been ruined because of his hastiness. He heads to his drawer and grabs his wallet. He tosses the note into his drawer.
Mr. Williger: "Greg answer me" No answer "You know how people in the neighborhood are" Greg opens the window and heads out then slowly closes the window "Greg, do you really want to be bullied and thrown off a cliff?" Greg's gone and Mr. Williger continues to talk to try to get an answer from Greg but Greg's now headed to the place that doesn't feel like a suppression detention camp.
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Rochelle is making a seasoned chicken for the dinner tonight. She wants to do something nice... for herself. Wanting people to say her cooking taste great and choose hers over Louise's. She is laughing maniacally like she's the doctor from frankenstein creating the perfect masterpiece thats never been done before. Drew and Tanya are at the kitchen door staring her in fear/weirdness.
Julius is upstairs looking at the snow outside wondering how bad it will be tomorow with this blizzard. The snow is heavy outside and the wind is strong and spontanious at times. He sees Risky selling a snow man to a man and his daughter, when he tries to unload it onto the car, it breaks. The man was dissapointed but happy he payed for one minute snowman warranty. Risky hoping the snowman would fall apart after sixty seconds so he could keep the money. He "damns" at himself. To Julius the only scam here was believing a white man(snowman) would help a black man out.
Chris is in the living room watching TV. Not feeling the urge to talk to anyone. He just wants to eat. The idea of food sounds great and the smell of his mothers cooking is not helping. He wants to float towards it like in the old cartoons except if he tried to float and take a bite of the food, he'd get tagged on the head and returned to the outside weather till fed ex picked him up. He hasn't eaten since the lunch room and hunger was one of the things that ticked him off especially in school if Caruso took his lunch money. What was worse was that they just had to wait for their mom to be done so they can go... next door. Literally go next door to eat but their mother was not going to go without showing off the Chef of the year reputation that doesn't exist. He can already picture her putting each piece of chicken on each persons plate by shoving off Mrs. Louise's food like a golf hit right towards the sink from the table distance. Label it: disgr'ace' in the garbage dispos-hole.
Rochelle is almost done just waiting for it to cook. She sniffs it to smell the apetizing aroma of it. She leaves the kitchen to check her hair. Drew goes into the kitchen to smell the food his mom is cooking. He grabs the ladel and picks up some sauce from the metallic tray. He extends his left index finger to feel its temperature. It's hot. He pulls his finger away quickly and blows on the sauce. He does this repeatedly while feeling it with his finger time to time till its cool enough for him to taste it. He finally gets the sauce in the ladel to cool down enough for him to taste it. He's puts his finger in his mouth and 'mmmm's'. He wants to eat from the ladel but he knows it's still hot enough to burn his tongue if he takes big bites. He uses his finger again and enjoys it, realizing maybe he won't like Peaches cooking as much his moms. He takes another bite with his finger then puts the ladel down and wipes his mouth. He turns to leave only to stop and see his mom was watching him.
Rochelle: Looks at him with an expressions saying 'Ya uh huh I was watching you' with her hands on her hips "Aren't you gonna finish it?"
Drew: Embarassed, looks at the ladel "I did"
Rochelle: "The rest is on your finger once your done ingesting that you're free go go"
Drew: "Sorry ma"
Rochelle: "Uh huh" Drew starts to walk away, without looking; Rochelle talks behind her as she walks towards the chicken that's cooking "You want to dish wash any other utensil with your mouth while you're still here?" Before he heads out the door, She turns around to look at him "Wait" He turns to lookm at her "Come here" Drew afraid of what's to come "How was it?" She looks at the chicken.
Drew: "Good, maybe a little more pepper"
Rochelle: She puts a littler more pepper "You want some more?" She holds up the Ladel to him.
Drew: Smiles "Really?"
Rochelle: "Ya" She holds up the ladel to him and blows on it to cool it then he slowly takes a bite from the edge to not burn his lips or mouth "Good?" Drew nods and makes noise of contentment from the taste "Good" She smiles "This is just a last meal for your memory" She turns to look at her food "When peaches adopts you and you regret liking her food more than mine" Drew looks at her like 'seriously'? "I was thinking about caramel cake tomorow for the people who still live in this house hold" He rolls his eyes, he knew this was gunna bite him in the butt later "I guess" She points the ladel at him "You'd call it karmarel cake"
He leaves the kitchen but pokes his head back in to see if he can have one last bite. She sees him and he's wide eyed in surprise like a cat spotted by a human. She makes a hissing noise to scare him off. He knocks the garbage can over as he runs away.
Rochelle: Yells "DREW" You hear a dog yelping noise from the living room like he knows he did something wrong.
Drew comes back to clean the mess.
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Julius comes down to the living room wondering why he's hearing a dog in the apartment. Because if there's a dog in the house; his one priority is to make sure Tanya's leg femur is not being chewed on and buried. He comes down looking for Rochelle to wonder why they haven't left for the dinner yet. He smells the food, closing his eyes and inhaling. Smiling and enjoying the aroma, he heads towards the kitchen, petting Tanya's head who is sitting at the table and not having her legs being a fetch toy thrown from bed stuy all the way to park slope. He walks into the kitchen and sees what's cooking. He smiles and grabs the ladel to pick and taste the food.
Rochelle: Right by the stove, looks at her husband with a 'what are you doing face', grabbing his hand "What is it with you and Drew? We're about to eat and you can't wait?" He puts down the Ladel "I swear I feel like the seniors tossing bread at squirrels in the park" Looks at Julius with a smirk "You strays don't eat from the garbage anymore?"
Julius: Quickly dips his finger in the sauce to get a taste "It's not my fault..." He burns his finger and 'ow's' from how hot it is.
Rochelle: Laughs "I did add pepper in here" She smirks.
Julius: Licks his finger "Why are you cooking anyway? We're about to eat over there"
Rochelle: Was stirring the chicken, now looks at Julius with a 'uh huh' expression "And you didn't tell yourself that before you came in here to have some of this?"
Julius: Eyes wide open, gets caught with pure reasonable logic "Let's just hurry and go" He heads out of the kitchen.
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The family is outside the door ringing the bell. They wait for someone to answer the door. Tasha looks outside the front windows pulling the curtain to the side then heads towards the front door. They hear footsteps coming down the steps.
Tasha: Opens the door "Hey sorry for the wait"
Julius: "It's okay" He says this as his face is covered in snow, looking like slenderman.
They go upstairs to the second floor and walk into the apartment. The see Vanessa and pam who Rochelle smiles at. They see Mr. Omar who the kids say hey too. Julius shakes his hand and Rochelle just nods as she has food in her hands making her unable to wave. Monk is also here standing guard by the table, watching the lamb shanks thinking it's going to riot against the meatballs in a civil food war. Chris fist bumps monk. Julius and Louise look at each other. She eyes his bat approving of it with her eye brows raised and smiling. He tilts his head right, smiles, closing his eyes and opening them again as if to say 'well you know'. She keeps her expression and raises a nightstick. His mouth does half laugh half smile expression. They both admire that they're each ready to beat Malvo harder than any of his previous arresters ever have.
Peaches: Gets up all high pitched and arms open to hug Rochelle "Hey girl" She embraces her "How you doin?"
Rochelle: Smiles "Good" As Pam and Vanessa also hug her.
Peaches: Sees the food in Rochelle's hand, her expressions changes to questionable "What is that Rochelle?"
Rochelle: "Food. I thought I'd bring some over as a thank you" She looks directly at Louise who is sitting at the table looking at her like 'I know you didn't just show off your dish in my house then look at me when you did'
Peaches: In a dissapointed tone "Rochelle the whole reason I invited you was to give you dinner not have it brought to me. This is not the soup kitchen and I know what a soup kitchen is cuz I had to work in one and there was this one guy who wouldn't let me taste the food I was serving"
Rochelle: "Well I AM letting you taste the food that I'm serving"
Peaches: Sniffs it and looks at it then leans her head back "Does smell pretty good" Rochelle hears a cha ching noise in her head from the compliment.
Vanessa: "Mmhmm" Looking at Rochelle and her food to say 'you know it's good'
Peaches: Turns around and walks to the table "Alright bring it' Is by the table placing her hand on an open space "Over here"
Rochelle: Takes a glimpse at Louise smirking, walking towards the location Peaches specified "Here we go" She places it down, Louise looking at it like it's eyesore artpiece that doesnt belong in this museum of rich foods.
Vanessa: "So is this why you took so long to get here?"
Louise: Gets up and grabs onto it, looking at Rochelle "Let me put this in oven to keep it fresh" She feints a smile "And when people ACTUALLY ask for it, I'll bring it out" And by that she meant right into the snow, buried deeper than a cryogenically frozen caveman.
Rochelle: Was going to answer Vanessa until Louise started talking, also feints a smile "Well we should save the BEST for last" She retorts.
They both hear crunching. Rochelle looks to her left and Louise and Peaches to the right to see Vanessa and Pam munching on a piece they somehow ninja stole within those ten seconds. They stopped when they caught the eyes of the two women who look like they're co managers of a restaurant and are deciding what the customers should eat and when. Only difference between these two and managers of a restaurant is; they'd try to feed each other the other poisoned meal. It was like watching Hitler and Castro go at it but with faking democratic politeness except there's never going to be a peace treaty here. Someone was gonna toss someone's food and an all out war was gonna break loose with chicken legs being tossed like frag grenades.
Vanessa: Looks at both of them "So we can't eat it now?" She continues to finish the piece totally disregarding her own question.
Rochelle: Looks at Louise "You see the critics enjoying it" She smiles.
Louise: "Ya I see them" Louise grabs a plate and puts two meatballs on it then hands it to Vanessa and Pam, they take it, she then looks at Rochelle "I see these raccoons would eat anything"
Pam: Disgusted "Who are you calling a raccoon?"
Louise: Looks at Pam "You have both; a piece of chicken and meatball in your hand honey, now I'm no expert"
Rochelle: Rolls eyes to the ground and whispers just enough for Louise to hear "We all knew that"
Louise: She looks at Rochelle smiling, making an impression of 'oh okay' then back at Pam "I'm no expert on animals but civilized people eat sitting down and not burrowing their face in their food"
Pam realizes her posture and behavior does seem like that of what she would see on an animal documentary of animals eating fruits on trees hunched over.
Rochelle: "If they're enjoying the food that's all that matters. I mean it might be the only food that they'll be enjoying tonight" They both continue to fake smile.
Peaches: Giggly "Girl stop playing, I'm sure people will love my food, I mean look at that" She extends her arms to Julius who is sitting down with a plate of chicken and hot sauce over it, the plate had one boneless chicken over it meaning he ate one already.
Rochelle turns to see Julius, her eye twitching faster than someone suffering a seizure. Julius looks at Rochelle like a kid who got caught staying up later than his curfew.
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Rochelle: "JULIUS"
Julius grabs the plate, quickly grabs a lamb shank and jumps out the window in a sky dive posture with plate still in hand in slow motion. It was like the scene from die hard where the body gets tossed out the window except it'd be Julius landing on a car and by the time he crashes onto the car; the plate would be empty and a huge grin on his face with evidence of food on his mouth when he lays dead.
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Rochelle: Looks back at Peaches "You made this?" She waves her right arm hovering above the food.
Everyone else is already sitting at the table. The order being Louise, Tasha, Chris, Monk, Mr. Omar on one side. Drew sits at the table end. Then Julius near Drew, Tanya next to Julius, followed by four open seats. Malvo is sitting in the corner where Louise sent him to for being an ex-con and also for being a current convict. He's surrounded by the closest thing to prevention of escape: mouse traps surrounding his chair. He has his plate on his lap and drink on the floor but it's next to a trap. He's afraid to grab it, fearing he'll get his finger snapped on a trap so he had to use a bunch of bendy straws attached together like a long hookah pipe.
Peaches: Smiles "Ya" She then waves her hand and frowns "Well most"
Rochelle: Laughs "Girl this all looks delicious"
Louise: "Oh yes it is. Here" She grabs the batch of sweet potatoes "Try this"
Pam and Vanessa take a seat leaving a spot open where Tanya is sitting for Rochelle.
Rochelle: Fake smiles again and grabs one to try "mmm" She 'eh's' "A little Dry"
Peaches: Takes a piece then protests "Did I not make it right?"
Rochelle: Realizes what Louise just did, looking at her to see her smiling then back at Peaches "No I mean, dry, just the right amount of flavor" She tries to Save herself.
Louise: "I don't think that's what dry means sweetheart. Are you sure you know the right terms for flavors? I can help you, you know since you ARE in need of it. Pfft dry" She shakes her head and giggles to herself.
Rochelle wants her to have asthma for every giggle so she can hear Louise wheeze with pain after each giggle.
Mr. Omar: Lifts his fork from his lamb shank with his left hand holding the knife still on the plate and starts preaching "I believe the lord has given every woman the ability to cook"
Louise: Mutters "And overcook" That gave Rochelle some ideas for Louise, she just needed a red suit and a pitch fork along with the rotisserie tools.
She sits down and so does Peaches but next to her mom. They start pouring food on their own plates.
Louise: Holds right hand up in a stop motion towards Rochelle " You sure you don't just want your own food?"
Rochelle: "What kind of guest would I be if I didn't TRY the food and give you my opinion"
Louise: "Awe isn't that sweet, u're a raccoon" Referring to when Rochelle called Pam and Vanessa Critics.
Pam gets self-conscious; wondering if she's in the same posture as she was when called a raccoon.
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Chris: To Monk "How'd you get invited? I didn't think you knew Peaches that well"
Monk: Grabs Chris's shoulder looking side to side as if to making sure he wasn't being watched, leans in close to whisper "I'm under orders to safe guard the the civilians at this dinner"
Chris: Looks his way "Safe guard from who? The amount of birds on the window sill looking in to get some of this?" He hovers his arms of the food.
Monk: Wonders "I didn't even think of that, they do tend to watch"
Chris: Playing on his paranoia "Ya monk, they have sniper rifles. You know what it's called when a bird snipes you from a distance?"
Monk: "I've never heard of it, is it classified?"
Chris: "So classified but for the sake of this mission I'll tell you. Fowl play"
Monk: Awes "That makes sense"
Chris: Takes a bite of his lamb shank "Why do you think they love high locations so much?"
Monk: "I knew they were evil, laundering money from the lower class, getting donations from old people by getting welfare bread crumbs at the park. Gettnig real estate on rent apartments window sills and roofs. Being allowed to go any state they want without paying at the toll road, They don't even pitch in to help society" Chris is just wondering what the hell he just stormed up "Watching our cars and waiting for the perfect moment to file a crap ticket to place on our windshield"
Chris: Grabs Monk's shoulder "Okay I get it, birds are bad"
Monk: Looks out the window then at Chris "Don't trust them"
He looks back out the window, eyeing a bird, picking up a piece of Rochelle's chicken and sniffing it like 'look at this delicious bird that got roasted up and served'. The Pigeon moves it's right wing back to reveal a glock in it's belt then flies away. Monk is more ready then ever. Chris is wide eyed at what he just saw.
Chris: Hits Monk's arm with the back of his left hand softly "So seriously, how'd you get invited?"
Monk: "I'm here to watch Malvo to make sure he doesn't try anything. If he even eats the wrong way, I'll tase" Takes out his taser "Him"
Chris: "Light him up till he looks like Christmas tree lights"
Monk: "Yes sir"
Chris: "So you invited yourself to protect us. you're a social hero" But Chris's mind wandered to the opposite paranoid war veteran scenario.
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Monk is holding his taser and waving it around in the middle of the room as everyone else is backed up away from him. Some holding each other in fear. The males holding out their arms to try and calm him down.
Monk: Still waving the taser around all hysterical "Who finished the last piece of chicken? Who initiated the order of you snooze you lose when the piece of chicken was on my plate?"
Rochelle smiling through out because this is all about her prepped food and not Peaches or Louise's.
Julius: Arms still out "Listen man there's more food" He waves his arms around the table "You can have any of those"
Mr. Omar: Protests calmly "Well maybe not the meatballs I did ask for them nicely to be passed before Monk initiated this god foresaken situation"
Monk: "I want to know who took the highly classified package off my plate"
Julius: "It must've been Malvo, No one else would take something from 'you'"
Monk: Nonchalant and looking over his shoulder "Nah man, he's locked up in the storage closet by Mrs Louise"
Peaches: Turns to look at her mother "Ma" Louise spreads her arms shaking her head as to say 'what?' "You said you were showing him where the napkins were"
Louise: "I didn't lie, it's in the storage closet. I never said I was bringing him back"
Peaches: "Ma"
Louise: Waves her hand "Oh please he probably likes it in there, must feel like a jail cell to him with the small space"
Julius looks at Louise with his arms still raised at Monk and mouth's 'thank you'. She nods her head in affirmation, she knew it had to be done.
Monk: "Who took my chicken piece?"
The living room door slowly opens. Walking in slowly comes Malvo. Everyone looking at him. Louise and Julius mouthing 'damn it' at the same time turning their heads to the ground as they say it. Malvo is now in the living room and gets on his knees with his hands clasped together. Behind him the bird from the sill has it's gun aimed at Monk. Malvo opens his hands and places the piece of chicken on the floor slowly and softly. This was the birds vengeance for his brethren.
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Monk: "Louise invited me to make sure if Malvo gets past those mouse traps. I'd take care of it"
Chris looks at Louise. Yep that's definitely plausible. The Parole officer, detainee and the legal board, can't believe he's actually in a food court.
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Mr. Omar: "How are you doing Mr Julius?" He shakes his hand then sits back down and continues eating.
Julius: Helps Tanya into her seat then sits himself "Started eating already huh?"
Mr. Omar: Looks into the air "Well we were waiting for you" Julius 'ah's' "For 15 seconds" Julius looking at him like 'huh? only 15 seconds?' "Then Mrs. Clarkson said eat up" Julius gets it now "I mean she didn't even do it to wait but waited till all the food was on the table then said eat up" Julius nods his head "The question was were we waiting for you or" He points his finger towards Julius "For the food. Quite a mystery it was"
Julius: "It's okay, I mean you just started"
Mr. Omar: "Yes we did but I've never seen such behavior from these women when announced it's time to eat. They were like lions who just got the zebra to die and that was their oven ding to say 'ready'"
Julius: "Should see them when new gossip emerges, the local news doesn't get on top of stories fast enough" He laughs and so does Mr. Omar.
Drew: Whispers "Dad" Drew looks disgusted.
Julius: "Ya?"
Drew: Still whispering "I don't like the taste of this meatball and it's still in my mouth"
Julius: Confused brows furrowed "So spit it..." Something in Julius's head ding dongs like an NYC MTA train door opening, Drew looks at him with a half smile saying 'yup, can't do that' "Then Swallow it" Remembering Rochelle's rule of not spitting out food, he looks over at Tanya and her mouth is filthy "Tanya" She looks at her dad "Wipe your mouth" Looking at her now she's seem like a pig at a farm eating without any care in the world and funny thing was she was eating a farm animal, that poor chicken had no chance.
Drew: "But I don't like it"
Julius: "Then why are you still chewing it?" He separates his arms in front of him, confused by the logic in this kid, Drew stops chewing.
Tanya: After wiping her mouth "Wow dad, I didn't think you'd remember the rules"
Julius: Looks at her "I pay attention"
Drew: Laughs with food still in his mouth "When you were about to tell me to spit it out you look like you were doing calculations in your head"
Julius: Frowning "How's your food taste?" He retorts, Drew stops laughing.
Drew: "Dad what do I do?"
Mr. Omar: "Just spit it out into the napkin son"
"NO": Julius, Tanya and Drew say in unison.
Mr. Omar: "Okay don't bite my head off"
Julius: Thinks "Not unless it tastes like this chicken with hot sauce on it"
Tanya: Laughing and pointing at Drew "Eat it Drew or I'm telling momma"
Drew: Looks at his dad "Dad?"
Julius sees the food in his mouth, looking like the back of a garbage truck that hasn't compacted the trash yet.
Julius: "Alright listen" He looks over at Rochelle "Just spit it out and if your mom asks; tell her it tasted bad, she'll love hearing that"
Drew: Is shaking his head non-stop really fast looking like he's trying to work out a kink in his neck thinking "Nuh uh nope. Mom is going to kill me and no karate move I know will save me"
Julius: "Alright I'll tell her, just hurry up" Drew spits it out into the napkin.
Julius bites into the second chicken piece that Peaches made.
Rochelle: JULIUS
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During the conversation between Rochelle, Peaches, Vanessa, Pam and Louise.
Malvo is sitting in his corner watching the girls bicker and paying attention to it. The bling not the bickering. He can just imagine having those earings and necklaces to sell on street. Then mugging the people he just sold it to just to sell it again. Awe ya Malvo was going to make himself some serious cash but he had to get past the mouse traps but he couldn't find any mice that can help him release the locks. Obviously he could jump a very long jump but this was malvo and his thinking didn't get very far like his getaways from law enforement. He looks at everyone else. He's obviously worried about Monk. The man was crazier than him. Add paranoid and you have a crazy man who protests that cows shouldn't have to lactate milk. Then there was Julius who came with his bat. Were him and Louise mother and son? He looks at Louise who scares him more than any inmate he ever met. She probably was one at one point in her life.
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Daydream
Louise is working out in the gym of the prison in her orange jumpsuit. She stops to get up then someone bumps into her. Louise turns to look at her and inmate does too.
Louise: Knowing she did it on purpose "Watch where you're going honey"
Inmate: "Watch yourself BITCH"
Louise: "Oh hell no"
They fight. Louise grabs a guard and uses him like a nightstick to beat the other inmate. She pulls off the inmates weave and puts it on her head like a prize to be one like when the Arnold Schwarzenegger predator kills someone and takes their heads as claiming victory.
Louise: "Have some damn manners and just say please kick my ass if you wanted to get beat" She flexes over the downed inmate.
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Malvo continues eating his food like a good timed out boy.
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Present time
Louise and Rochelle are having a stare down that was so heated it could create spontaneous combustion right between them. They did this as they ate food. Chris didn't mind a bit, having this rather than having a talk was definitely the better situation. He was enjoying the food though. Filling his appetite feeling like a construction worker after the bell rung for break time. Tasha was wondering why Chris wasn't really starting a conversation with her or trying to talk to her. There were two reasons: 1) His mom would start laser eye'ing him instead of Mrs. Louise and 2) the interest of trying to get her was completely gone. It was so obliterated from his desire. A fire that got put out after him and Greg got to be together today. Rochelle clears her throat and looks at Tanya. Tanya furrows her brows wondering what her mother's cryptic message was. At first she thought she didn't wipe her mouth, so she wiped it as soon as possible. Tanya looks at Drew for help. Drew looks at Tanya then his mom then sighs.
Drew: "Mmm this food is good" Pretending to enjoy it" Everyone looks at him, some nod.
Vanessa: "Yes Peaches this is good"
Mr. Omar: "Amen"
Peaches: Smiles "Well thank you Drew"
Drew: "But not as good as my moms" He looks at the meatballs dissappointedly.
Louise: Looks at Drew then at Rochelle and thinks "She trained her farm animals well"
Rochelle stealthily nods her head at Drew who looks at her as to say 'very petty ma' Rochelle gives him a mean look.
Julius: "So does anyone know how long this weather is supposed to last?" He looks outside
Peaches: "I had heard this could cause a blackout and that in bed stuy nuh uh not a good place to be without power" Everyone but Peaches turns their head to Malvo when she stated that, Peaches looks at everyone "Oh come on people he's not that bad"
Louise: "Don't know why you invited him in the first place"
Peaches: "I love that man"
Louise: "And he loves your valuables"
Malvo: Defending himself "I love Peaches Mrs. Clarkson"
Louise "You better be talking about the fruit"
Mr. Omar: "This weather is pretty strong, have to make tea just to stay warm"
Julius: Smiles "Coffee here"
Monk: "The real way to stay warm in this weather" He flashes back looking in the distance "Is to cut open a person and curl up inside them"
Vanessa: "Might as well just buy a turkey and stuff yourself inside it fool" Everyone laughs but Tasha and Malvo.
Pam: "It was pretty bad outside that anyone who left the salon right after getting their hair done had it mess up"
Louise: Taking a bite of lamb shank "Who goes to get their hair done when it's windy outside?"
Julius: "People who don't watch the news" He moves around food to put it together then use his fork to stab into it.
Monk: "The news is a lie to keep the conspiracy going that we should buy things for safety"
Rochelle: "So a door lock is not a good idea to buy when the news mentions burglars?"
Monk: "Not when you have a bear trap"
Mr. Omar: "Now who has a bear trap in their house" Hands spread ahead of him pointing towards the air.
Chris: Eating a piece of meatball then looks at Mr. Omar "Well we definitely have mouse traps"
Vanessa: "Woo he just went there" Chris just smiles, Tasha also smiles.
Louise: Looks at Chris leaning forward to see him since Tasha was in the way "Well when you have a way to" Points her spoon at Malvo "Fence that ignoramus, I'll give you a call"
Monk: "Use the phone cord. It works great as handcuffs"
Chris: "So putting someone on hold?" Everyone laughs.
Vanessa: "Dialing no one one" Everyone Laughs.
There was a silence as everyone could tell everyone else was trying to come up with a pun.
Tasha: Was done eating "Mom I'm gonna go to my room"
Peaches: "Okay honey" Tasha leaves.
Mr. Omar: "So not to be rude or unappreciative but are we getting any dessert?"
Peaches: "Yes we have some cake made?" Drew and Tanya cheer in happiness, everyone else has a giddy look on their face.
Rochelle: "Who made it" Being wary not to compliment Louise.
Peaches: "I did. I used to be a prison chef"
Mr. Omar: "The best cooking is done in the harshest conditions"
Peaches: She looks at him "Thank you"
Vanessa: "Ya I bet you know how to shank a cake real good too aye Peaches?"
Pam: Hits Vanessa's arm playfully laughing "Vanessa stop it"
Chris: "By that logic she probably does better braids than you guys"
Rochelle smiles, Vanessa 'woos', Pam and Peaches laugh.
Peaches: "Boy you crazy"
Louise: Chewing her food, looking at her plate and shaking her head "Learning to cook in the pen is not something to brag about"
Vanessa: "No one's gonna be thinking badly if it tastes good" Everyone Laughs really hard, Louise just shakes her head.
Chris: Was still hungry and was really craving cake now "What flavor is it?"
Peaches: "Chocolate"
Monk: "Did you check the nutrition facts for harmful ingredients?" He looks at her with his eyes narrowed and knife ready to cut the cake into more slices than what was being served.
Julius: "Man stop being paranoid it's just cake"
Monk: "But made from what?"
Mr. Omar: "Sugar"
Rochelle: "Flour"
Mr. Omar: "Milk"
Pam: "Sometimes eggs"
Monk: "So huge amounts of Vitamin D and B12" Chris imagines what would happen when Peaches brings out the cake.
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Daydream
Peaches brings out cake and sets it on the table. As soon as she does Monk grabs it. Holding a knife to it and backing up to a wall.
Monk: "You're going to spill Everything" Cake doesn't answer "Alright. You wanna play tough guy? Fine"
He places the cake on the table with the pointy angle part facing upwards then waterboards the cake with milk.
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Louise: "Boy calm down, you're hired to do something else anyway"
Peaches: "I knew you didn't just invite him just cuz"
Mr. Omar: "Man I don't know if I can eat cake after all that good food though"
Peaches, Louise and Rochelle: "Whose was best?"
Mr. Omar: "I liked all of them" Julius extends his arms in front of him and moves them left and right then in repeatedly as if to warn him not to answer but it was too late.
Chris: Laughs as Mr. Omar is stuttering now panicking about the answer "Shouldn't have answered"
Louise: "Whose did you like boy?"
All three looking at him intently. He looks at his mom, he was about to answer when he saw Louise. Her expression saying 'choose your moms and we'll all know it was rigged answer"
Chris: "I liked all of them"
All three: "Men" They sigh.
Julius: "How are we supposed to answer that question?"
Peaches: "Vanessa? Pam?"
Vanessa: "Rochelle your food was good but it had just a little bit too much pepper"
Drew's eyes widen then his nightmare comes true when his mother looks in his direction. He knew he was getting 'pepper' sprayed once they got home.
Pam: "Peaches your food was great just a tad under cooked. Not bad, just a little under perfect"
Vanessa: "Louise your food was great but it wouldn't have killed you to add some flavor" Louise attacks her, Vannesa eyes go wide and she hides behind pam.
Louise: Calms down "Your plate has most of my food on it"
Vanessa: "I didn't say it was bad" Louise attacks again.
Peaches: "Alright I'm gonna get the cake, who wants?" Everyone cheers, she heads to the kitchen.
The bell rings.
Louise: "I thought you said she couldn't make it"
Peaches: Comes into the living room "She said she couldn't but I guess she was able to"
Rochelle: "Who is it?"
Peaches: About to head downstairs "One of my work friends" She goes down.
Pam: "Oooh one of Peaches exclusive friends"
Rochelle: "You know we're gonna secretly make fun of her hair when we meet her right?" Pam, Vanessa ad Rochelle Laugh.
Julius: "Mrs. Clarkson, how did you pay for all the food"
Louise: "Food stamps" Julius's heart stops for a second as he felt an emotional connection to Louise right then.
Peaches: Comes through the door "Um Chris your friend's here"
His best friend walks in smiling. Chris's heart pounds heavy in his chest. Just seeing Greg made his cheeks burn and smile a huge right sided smile.