Okay, so here's how it is. Legato is trying to seduce Veronica in his own
twisted little way, but what's going on with Brittany and Midvalley. (The
Horn Freak, soon to be Horny Freak, let's watch, er, read, shall we?)
"Oh, I'm never gunna have kids!" Midvalley groaned face down in the dust.
"Are you okay?" Brittany asked in a very not-so-Brittany sweet tone.
"Yeah, sure, I'm great..." he said sarcastically, "...next I'll gut myself, I'll feel fantastic then!" He eyed Legato, who was getting exactly what he deserved from Veronica, a cold shoulder.
"Come on, get up," Brittany said grabbing his arm.
"What are they talking about over there?"
"I dunno," she started, "something about triggers."
"Triggers?" he said reaching for his sax and standing. "Legato doesn't carry a gun..."
"It's one of those unsolved mysteries, then."
"Yeah, so," Midvalley studied her. "Who are you, exactly?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I'll tell ya' who wants to know, I want to know."
"Who are you?" she said caught in mid-laugh.
"I asked first, I believe."
"You believe, but do you know you asked first?"
"Fine, you win," Midvalley sighed. "The names Midvalley."
"You sound lost. You're not in the middle of a valley, you're in a ghost town," she laughed. "Only kidding, don't take it personal or anything. I tortured Legato too, only worse. I'm Brittany."
Midvalley was silent. Nothing but sand crickets, folks. "Wow, crickets on Gunsmoke...that's new," Midvalley said aloud. It wasn't that he didn't like her, she was very pretty, brown hair, bluish eyes... Oops, wake up Midvalley, you're staring. "Uh, where are you from?"
"A place called, and listen closely, a city. Can you believe it?" (A/N: This is soooooo fun! ^_^.)
"You enjoy seeing me suffer, don't you?" Midvalley sighed. "Do you live close to here?"
"Nah, I live a whole twenty minutes that way, pepto boy."
"Can you stop it with the sarcasm?"
"Fine, but it's no fun."
"Who's the other chick?" he said looking toward Legato and Veronica.
"Oh, that's Veronica," Brittany said without even looking at them. "She gave Legato her ice cream, and well..."
"Oh, boy," Midvalley said lowly. "Let's beat it, Legato won't need me for an hour after this."
"Sure," Brittany grinned. "You know, you're the only person I've ever seen that could pull off a shirt like that," she chuckled. "You up for some ice cream."
"Oh, I'm never gunna have kids!" Midvalley groaned face down in the dust.
"Are you okay?" Brittany asked in a very not-so-Brittany sweet tone.
"Yeah, sure, I'm great..." he said sarcastically, "...next I'll gut myself, I'll feel fantastic then!" He eyed Legato, who was getting exactly what he deserved from Veronica, a cold shoulder.
"Come on, get up," Brittany said grabbing his arm.
"What are they talking about over there?"
"I dunno," she started, "something about triggers."
"Triggers?" he said reaching for his sax and standing. "Legato doesn't carry a gun..."
"It's one of those unsolved mysteries, then."
"Yeah, so," Midvalley studied her. "Who are you, exactly?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I'll tell ya' who wants to know, I want to know."
"Who are you?" she said caught in mid-laugh.
"I asked first, I believe."
"You believe, but do you know you asked first?"
"Fine, you win," Midvalley sighed. "The names Midvalley."
"You sound lost. You're not in the middle of a valley, you're in a ghost town," she laughed. "Only kidding, don't take it personal or anything. I tortured Legato too, only worse. I'm Brittany."
Midvalley was silent. Nothing but sand crickets, folks. "Wow, crickets on Gunsmoke...that's new," Midvalley said aloud. It wasn't that he didn't like her, she was very pretty, brown hair, bluish eyes... Oops, wake up Midvalley, you're staring. "Uh, where are you from?"
"A place called, and listen closely, a city. Can you believe it?" (A/N: This is soooooo fun! ^_^.)
"You enjoy seeing me suffer, don't you?" Midvalley sighed. "Do you live close to here?"
"Nah, I live a whole twenty minutes that way, pepto boy."
"Can you stop it with the sarcasm?"
"Fine, but it's no fun."
"Who's the other chick?" he said looking toward Legato and Veronica.
"Oh, that's Veronica," Brittany said without even looking at them. "She gave Legato her ice cream, and well..."
"Oh, boy," Midvalley said lowly. "Let's beat it, Legato won't need me for an hour after this."
"Sure," Brittany grinned. "You know, you're the only person I've ever seen that could pull off a shirt like that," she chuckled. "You up for some ice cream."