AN: Simply put, I don't own any of Kevin Smith's characters.
ChApTeR 10
"Here you go, Bethany," Jay said as he held the door to the dining car open for her. She sighed, and walked
through it. She had to admit having him wait on her hand and foot was nice, but Jay himself was being
very annoying. He had tried to help her put on her shoes. That was an interesting, albeit amusing situation.
Then, he forced her to watch him flush all his remaining marijuana down a toilet. She admitted to him that
it was a good move toward a healthier lifestyle, but it wouldn't make her go out with him. Jay had hung his
head in despair. Bethany had noticed he sort of looked like a puppy when he did this. She sat down in a booth,
and Jay took his place in the seat across from her. "Hey, have you seen that tubby bi-- I mean, Silent Bob?"
"No, I don't know where Bob is," Bethany said, sitting up and looking around the car. "Oh, there he is. He's
over there talking to Serendipity." Silent Bob and Serendipity were sitting in another booth towards the
opposite end of the car, sipping orange juice and coffee. (Serendipity was, of course, spitting out her drink
into an empty glass after savoring its flavor.) "How come he never talks that much when he's around you,
Jay?"
"He explained it to me once. Something about balance in the universe. Like I'm the Dark Side and he's the Light
Side of the Force. I talk a lot, he doesn't," Jay told her. "But mostly it's 'cuz he likes to listen more than he likes
to talk. That guy is very, um, observant."
"I see. Well, what do you want to eat? They're bringing in some cereal and stuff."
"Oh, allow me, Bethany. You should get as much rest as possible now that you're pregnant. I'm gettin' me some
Count Chocula. What would you like?" Jay asked, getting up out of the booth.
"Cheerios, please. And sugar to go with them, if they have it. Thanks, Jay." Jay gave her a big grin as he started
to walk away. "This doesn't mean we're going out!" she shouted after him. His smile disappeared quickly, but as
he walked past Silent Bob, he gave his friend a little high-five. Bob nodded at him.
"So how long have you two known each other?" Serendipity asked Bob. "You seem very close."
"I've known Jay for as long as I can remember," Bob answered, taking a sip of his steaming, black coffee. "We
have a lot of memories from our days of standing outside the Quick Stop and RST Video. Most of those
memories involve our torturing of the clerks from those stores, two guys by the names of Dante and Randal."
He took another gulp of his drink, then shook his head, chuckling. "Good times."
Rufus took a seat next to Silent Bob, and set down a plate full of powdered and glazed donuts. "There we go,
sugar-coated breakfast. Food nowadays is SO much better." Bob reached out and took a glazed donut and
literally swallowed it whole. "Easy there, Big Poppa. I'd like some of those, too." Rufus grabbed a glazed one,
as well.
"This is so not fair. I want to actually eat something for once," Serendipity complained. "I can see Her ban on
alcohol, but all the other drinks and food? For being a 'righteous deity,' She can be very cruel." Silent Bob
shrugged, reaching for another pastry. Rufus glared at him, and Bob did his "What?" facial expression.
Rufus rolled his eyes, and sighed deeply. "Oh, let him eat Rufus. You don't need that food. You're dead."
"True, Muse. But I still like eating." Jay came back through the car, carrying two small cereal boxes, two
bowls, two spoons, and a small carton of milk. "Yo, Jay, need help with that, man?"
"Nah, I'm cool. Thanks anyway."
"Did he just say 'thanks?!'" Rufus asked incredulously.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the dining car..."Here you go, Bethany. Cheerios." Jay set down her cereal,
bowl, and spoon, then set up his own. "Oh, yeah, and here's your sugar." He pulled some sugar packets
out of his pocket.
"Thanks again, Jay." Bethany poured out her Cheerios, poured her milk, then sprinkled the sugar over the
top. She was stirring in the sugar when she asked, "What's your real name, Jay? I mean, it can't just be
Jay."
"Nah, that's my real name. My mom wasn't exactly the most original bitch in the world," Jay said, digging
into his breakfast.
"Well. What are your favorite bands, your favorite teams? I don't know anything about you, but God
knows you know enough about my life," Bethany said, spooning some cereal into her mouth.
"Favorite bands? That's easy, Morris Day and the Time. They fu-- they rock. And Bon Jovi? They're like
mine and Silent Bob's gods!" Bethany smiled. "Well, we are Jersey boys...I'm not much into sports, but I
gotta say my favorite team is the Yankees. You ever watch them? They kick ass. That Derek Jeter guy?
Man, can he hit. He's from Jersey, too, y'know."
"No, I did not know that. I personally like the Boston Red Sox."
"Ew, you like the Sox?" Jay asked, openly disgusted.
Bethany laughed. "You like Derek Jeter, I like Nomar Garciaparra. What is it about the shortstops?" Jay
shrugged. "You know, Jay, I'm surprised. You barely cursed this entire morning." Jay grinned. "We still
aren't going out."
An announcement came over the speakers in the car. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next stop, Orovada,
Nevada, will be reached in approximately fifteen minutes. Anyone planning to exit at this destination
should start getting prepared now."
ChApTeR 10
"Here you go, Bethany," Jay said as he held the door to the dining car open for her. She sighed, and walked
through it. She had to admit having him wait on her hand and foot was nice, but Jay himself was being
very annoying. He had tried to help her put on her shoes. That was an interesting, albeit amusing situation.
Then, he forced her to watch him flush all his remaining marijuana down a toilet. She admitted to him that
it was a good move toward a healthier lifestyle, but it wouldn't make her go out with him. Jay had hung his
head in despair. Bethany had noticed he sort of looked like a puppy when he did this. She sat down in a booth,
and Jay took his place in the seat across from her. "Hey, have you seen that tubby bi-- I mean, Silent Bob?"
"No, I don't know where Bob is," Bethany said, sitting up and looking around the car. "Oh, there he is. He's
over there talking to Serendipity." Silent Bob and Serendipity were sitting in another booth towards the
opposite end of the car, sipping orange juice and coffee. (Serendipity was, of course, spitting out her drink
into an empty glass after savoring its flavor.) "How come he never talks that much when he's around you,
Jay?"
"He explained it to me once. Something about balance in the universe. Like I'm the Dark Side and he's the Light
Side of the Force. I talk a lot, he doesn't," Jay told her. "But mostly it's 'cuz he likes to listen more than he likes
to talk. That guy is very, um, observant."
"I see. Well, what do you want to eat? They're bringing in some cereal and stuff."
"Oh, allow me, Bethany. You should get as much rest as possible now that you're pregnant. I'm gettin' me some
Count Chocula. What would you like?" Jay asked, getting up out of the booth.
"Cheerios, please. And sugar to go with them, if they have it. Thanks, Jay." Jay gave her a big grin as he started
to walk away. "This doesn't mean we're going out!" she shouted after him. His smile disappeared quickly, but as
he walked past Silent Bob, he gave his friend a little high-five. Bob nodded at him.
"So how long have you two known each other?" Serendipity asked Bob. "You seem very close."
"I've known Jay for as long as I can remember," Bob answered, taking a sip of his steaming, black coffee. "We
have a lot of memories from our days of standing outside the Quick Stop and RST Video. Most of those
memories involve our torturing of the clerks from those stores, two guys by the names of Dante and Randal."
He took another gulp of his drink, then shook his head, chuckling. "Good times."
Rufus took a seat next to Silent Bob, and set down a plate full of powdered and glazed donuts. "There we go,
sugar-coated breakfast. Food nowadays is SO much better." Bob reached out and took a glazed donut and
literally swallowed it whole. "Easy there, Big Poppa. I'd like some of those, too." Rufus grabbed a glazed one,
as well.
"This is so not fair. I want to actually eat something for once," Serendipity complained. "I can see Her ban on
alcohol, but all the other drinks and food? For being a 'righteous deity,' She can be very cruel." Silent Bob
shrugged, reaching for another pastry. Rufus glared at him, and Bob did his "What?" facial expression.
Rufus rolled his eyes, and sighed deeply. "Oh, let him eat Rufus. You don't need that food. You're dead."
"True, Muse. But I still like eating." Jay came back through the car, carrying two small cereal boxes, two
bowls, two spoons, and a small carton of milk. "Yo, Jay, need help with that, man?"
"Nah, I'm cool. Thanks anyway."
"Did he just say 'thanks?!'" Rufus asked incredulously.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the dining car..."Here you go, Bethany. Cheerios." Jay set down her cereal,
bowl, and spoon, then set up his own. "Oh, yeah, and here's your sugar." He pulled some sugar packets
out of his pocket.
"Thanks again, Jay." Bethany poured out her Cheerios, poured her milk, then sprinkled the sugar over the
top. She was stirring in the sugar when she asked, "What's your real name, Jay? I mean, it can't just be
Jay."
"Nah, that's my real name. My mom wasn't exactly the most original bitch in the world," Jay said, digging
into his breakfast.
"Well. What are your favorite bands, your favorite teams? I don't know anything about you, but God
knows you know enough about my life," Bethany said, spooning some cereal into her mouth.
"Favorite bands? That's easy, Morris Day and the Time. They fu-- they rock. And Bon Jovi? They're like
mine and Silent Bob's gods!" Bethany smiled. "Well, we are Jersey boys...I'm not much into sports, but I
gotta say my favorite team is the Yankees. You ever watch them? They kick ass. That Derek Jeter guy?
Man, can he hit. He's from Jersey, too, y'know."
"No, I did not know that. I personally like the Boston Red Sox."
"Ew, you like the Sox?" Jay asked, openly disgusted.
Bethany laughed. "You like Derek Jeter, I like Nomar Garciaparra. What is it about the shortstops?" Jay
shrugged. "You know, Jay, I'm surprised. You barely cursed this entire morning." Jay grinned. "We still
aren't going out."
An announcement came over the speakers in the car. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next stop, Orovada,
Nevada, will be reached in approximately fifteen minutes. Anyone planning to exit at this destination
should start getting prepared now."