Shopping With Wrestlers
APA…kind of
Disclaimer: I only own me. And the country of Poland. Bwahahahaha!
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Faarooq: -walks into the store, now a bar. No one is around, so he rings the bell on the counter. Repeatedly-
~~~ in the Hidden Hot Tub Room ~~~
Bradshaw: Do you hear that?
Jadyn: -waking up- Huh? Oh, that's just the bell at the counter. Someone's here.
Bradshaw: Oh. I'll go get it. I guess I'll have to get used to it if we're gonna get married.
Jadyn: -dozing off- Uh-huh. -realizes what he said- Married?
~~~ back out front ~~~
Bradshaw: -is wearing only a towel tied around his waist, and has just come through the door from the back- Faarooq?!
Faarooq: Bradshaw?! Man, what are you doin' working in a bar? In a towel?
Bradshaw: Man, my new fiancée owns the joint. And dude, she's got a hot tub in the back!
Faarooq: You're getting married?
Bradshaw: -scratches his head- I figure I should after all the stuff we did. That chick is limber.
Jadyn: -comes running out in a bathrobe, panting heavily- Bradshaw! We (pant) are (pant) not (pant) getting (pant) married! (pant pant pant)
Bradshaw: What do you mean? Of course we are! We're gonna get married and have a house with a white picket fence, and a dog, and five kids!
Jadyn: NO! First of all, I despise picket fences of any color, I have a snake -gestures towards Zuni, who is sleeping in a cage- and I don't want kids!
Bradshaw: I'm confused. I thought that's the kind of stuff all women wanted.
Faarooq: Hello? I just wanted some beer.
Jadyn: Look, Bradshaw, honey. You're very sweet, but I just met you two hours ago, and frankly, I prefer my Closet.
Bradshaw: Huh?
Jadyn: Never mind. Look, maybe, we could go out a couple of times or something, instead of getting married?
Bradshaw: I guess. -looks like he is about to cry-
Jadyn: Aww. Come on. -takes him back through the door to the back room-
Faarooq: Hello? Hello? Aw, man! -leaves. He never got his beer-
APA…kind of
Disclaimer: I only own me. And the country of Poland. Bwahahahaha!
~~~
Faarooq: -walks into the store, now a bar. No one is around, so he rings the bell on the counter. Repeatedly-
~~~ in the Hidden Hot Tub Room ~~~
Bradshaw: Do you hear that?
Jadyn: -waking up- Huh? Oh, that's just the bell at the counter. Someone's here.
Bradshaw: Oh. I'll go get it. I guess I'll have to get used to it if we're gonna get married.
Jadyn: -dozing off- Uh-huh. -realizes what he said- Married?
~~~ back out front ~~~
Bradshaw: -is wearing only a towel tied around his waist, and has just come through the door from the back- Faarooq?!
Faarooq: Bradshaw?! Man, what are you doin' working in a bar? In a towel?
Bradshaw: Man, my new fiancée owns the joint. And dude, she's got a hot tub in the back!
Faarooq: You're getting married?
Bradshaw: -scratches his head- I figure I should after all the stuff we did. That chick is limber.
Jadyn: -comes running out in a bathrobe, panting heavily- Bradshaw! We (pant) are (pant) not (pant) getting (pant) married! (pant pant pant)
Bradshaw: What do you mean? Of course we are! We're gonna get married and have a house with a white picket fence, and a dog, and five kids!
Jadyn: NO! First of all, I despise picket fences of any color, I have a snake -gestures towards Zuni, who is sleeping in a cage- and I don't want kids!
Bradshaw: I'm confused. I thought that's the kind of stuff all women wanted.
Faarooq: Hello? I just wanted some beer.
Jadyn: Look, Bradshaw, honey. You're very sweet, but I just met you two hours ago, and frankly, I prefer my Closet.
Bradshaw: Huh?
Jadyn: Never mind. Look, maybe, we could go out a couple of times or something, instead of getting married?
Bradshaw: I guess. -looks like he is about to cry-
Jadyn: Aww. Come on. -takes him back through the door to the back room-
Faarooq: Hello? Hello? Aw, man! -leaves. He never got his beer-