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#20: Pointless midnight trips to the store - Greens

Bored. Bored. Bored.

"Do you have any gas?"

"Like half a gallon."

"That'll work."

"You have an idea?"

"Yeah, get your keys."

Literally three minutes later, the two were in the parking lot of the biggest department store they've ever seen. Wal-Mart.

Buttercup stared up at the entrance with a questioning look in her eyes.

"What do you need?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are we here?"

He shrugged. "Why not?"

She couldn't answer that. They headed inside. It was open, but the store resembled a ghost town. There was nobody in sight. The flourescent light flickered on and off as they stepped into true store. There was stuff everywhere. Everything from TVs to pillows, from frozen foods to children's clothing.

"Massage chair," was all Buttercup had to say before they were racing across the aisle to sit in the wondrous invention. Butch pressed a button between the two chairs and the invisible hands began to work their magic.

Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. Buttercup wasn't sure how long they sat there, but it was a whole.

"I wonder if there are any free samples near the deli..." Butch mused as his massage ended.

"Can't... Move..." Buttercup muttered, her eyes blazing straight ahead from the intensity of the massage. He rolled his eyes and yanked her up by the arm, causing her to stumble into him. He laughed as she snapped out of the trance, leading her towards the food.

"Let's have a picnic," he suggested. He pulled out a picnic basket from near the wheats and filled it with packaged foods.

"We can't eat that shit, we'd have to buy it!" she protested, removing a loaf of bread from his basket and placing it back on the shelf.

He looked her square in the eye. "Who said we're eating it?" and he defiantly dropped the loaf back into his basket.

She didn't protest. "I'm not dressed for a picnic..."

He raised an eyebrow at this uncharacteristic comment. She blinked, realizing what she'd said.

"...Said by nobody, ever," she quickly corrected with a laugh.

"Well maybe we should go get some proper attire."

So they carried their picnic basket towards the clothing area. Buttercup snatched a long, forest green robe from the rack and threw it over her clothes. One ridiculous-looking pink feather boa and a large straw hat later, it was Butch's turn.

He dressed himself in a three-sizes-too-small blue suit jacket and a hideous orange tie. Buttercup couldn't hold in her uncontrollable laughter when he added a flowing purple skirt to his outfit.

"Shall we?" he said dramatically, offering her his arm with a waggle of his eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm first, dragging him to a clearing on the floor with the picnic basket in her other hand. They sat down, Butch divvying the 'food' as Buttercup eyed the spread hungrily.

"I wish we could actually eat this food, I'm starving."

"Maybe we can't eat it, but we can use it for what nature intended!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Butch didn't answer. Instead, he picked up a package of noodles and threw it at her. She raised her hands up to protect her face, karate chopping the package and causing the noodles to spill all over the floor. Her eyes went wide.

"Butch!"

He grinned. "Food fight."

All at once they started throwing the food items at each other, whipping bread and jelly and peanut butter back and forth, forgetting where they were.

"HEY!"

Shit. They were caught. They met eyes in fear. In an instant, they'd flew right out of their makeshift outfits and were bolting down the aisles towards the exit, laughing uncontrollably and trying to avoid the angry calls of the store worker.

As soon as they were outside, they were crying from laughing so much.

"Well that was fun," Buttercup said when they'd finally caught their breath.

"Let's do it again."

"We can't go back in there! They'd arrest us!"

"It doesn't have to be that store..."