"This is perfect, Elb! Nice choice!" Joan said admiriing the Purple V-neck
shirt Elbereth found in one of the booths, it was a real bargain too, she
got it for only $10.00! It was smashing! Purple with silver stars all
around it and hugged her slim figure perfectly. "Wait till he sees you in
this!"
" Oh I know...Then again, I'd rather show myself to others, it's not good going after that guy when he's just going to turn you down in the end." giggling like a silly preschooler, Joan decided she would wear this shirt all throughout the day. Hoping to catch the attention of other male members of TTF.
They both went out of the ladies room satisfied and ready to do some "hunting" but both got hungry and decided to get a hotdog. They were merrily walking finding a spot where they can sit down and quietly eat, when suddenly a tall robust guy bumped into them spilling the insides of the hotdog all over Joan's new shirt. The guy apologized to high heavens, but Joan just stared at her shirt, her beautiful new purple shirt. "Doesn't anybody here look at where they are going?!" When she looked up, lo and behold! It was the same person she bumped into at the convenience store! "YOU!!!" The fellow apologized again. "Well isn't this nice? First you run into me at the convenience store like a freaking spastic, and now you bump into me again destroying a perfect shirt that I JUST BOUGHT!!!"
"I said I was sorry..." The guy said calmly a bit annoyed at Joan for making a scene. The other guy though wasn't too enthusiastic in fact he blurted out obscene language at Joan for even calling his friend a Spastic! In public!
"Who the hell are you and why are you even alive?" Joan said raising her left eyebrow.
" He's Joe, and I'm Theo. We're glad to meet you....miss???[b]" The other guy said trying to calm things down. Elbereth was just as astonished at Joan's attitude that she slowly slinked back and covered her face.
Clearly seeing that everyone was around them and looking and waiting for some action, Joan realized this wasn't exactly her shining moment. [b]"Lee. Joan Lee. I'm sorry, I just had a rather bad day, and this is my second shirt for that past hour!"
"If you'd like I would buy you another shirt, maybe just like that one. What do you say?" Theodore just managed to calm the crowd and push them away to do their own business.
"Do I look like a beggar to you? I can purchase another shirt thank you very much. I hope this is the last time we run into each other." Theo reached out his hand but Joan snubbed it and walked the other way. Joe sneered but Theodore looked in wonder. "How can so much angst be inside a little person?" he said. "Never mind her dude." __________________
Nick stuffed the bag with the slippers into one of his larger bags. Walking back the way he came, he saw the lady he ran into earlier getting bumped by some other guy. "Ha! She's unlucky. I wonder if this place has any good luck charms. Sounds like something they should have." Happy to spend money that he never earned, he grabbed his considerably lighter wallet and looked down at it with indecision. "Not much left. Oh, well. I'll save that for supper. Does this thing even have a program?" Forgetting why he even looked in his wallet to begin with, he stomped off to look for some paper that might tell him what the plan was for this convention
" Oh I know...Then again, I'd rather show myself to others, it's not good going after that guy when he's just going to turn you down in the end." giggling like a silly preschooler, Joan decided she would wear this shirt all throughout the day. Hoping to catch the attention of other male members of TTF.
They both went out of the ladies room satisfied and ready to do some "hunting" but both got hungry and decided to get a hotdog. They were merrily walking finding a spot where they can sit down and quietly eat, when suddenly a tall robust guy bumped into them spilling the insides of the hotdog all over Joan's new shirt. The guy apologized to high heavens, but Joan just stared at her shirt, her beautiful new purple shirt. "Doesn't anybody here look at where they are going?!" When she looked up, lo and behold! It was the same person she bumped into at the convenience store! "YOU!!!" The fellow apologized again. "Well isn't this nice? First you run into me at the convenience store like a freaking spastic, and now you bump into me again destroying a perfect shirt that I JUST BOUGHT!!!"
"I said I was sorry..." The guy said calmly a bit annoyed at Joan for making a scene. The other guy though wasn't too enthusiastic in fact he blurted out obscene language at Joan for even calling his friend a Spastic! In public!
"Who the hell are you and why are you even alive?" Joan said raising her left eyebrow.
" He's Joe, and I'm Theo. We're glad to meet you....miss???[b]" The other guy said trying to calm things down. Elbereth was just as astonished at Joan's attitude that she slowly slinked back and covered her face.
Clearly seeing that everyone was around them and looking and waiting for some action, Joan realized this wasn't exactly her shining moment. [b]"Lee. Joan Lee. I'm sorry, I just had a rather bad day, and this is my second shirt for that past hour!"
"If you'd like I would buy you another shirt, maybe just like that one. What do you say?" Theodore just managed to calm the crowd and push them away to do their own business.
"Do I look like a beggar to you? I can purchase another shirt thank you very much. I hope this is the last time we run into each other." Theo reached out his hand but Joan snubbed it and walked the other way. Joe sneered but Theodore looked in wonder. "How can so much angst be inside a little person?" he said. "Never mind her dude." __________________
Nick stuffed the bag with the slippers into one of his larger bags. Walking back the way he came, he saw the lady he ran into earlier getting bumped by some other guy. "Ha! She's unlucky. I wonder if this place has any good luck charms. Sounds like something they should have." Happy to spend money that he never earned, he grabbed his considerably lighter wallet and looked down at it with indecision. "Not much left. Oh, well. I'll save that for supper. Does this thing even have a program?" Forgetting why he even looked in his wallet to begin with, he stomped off to look for some paper that might tell him what the plan was for this convention