Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the characters in Monster's, Inc. or
Randall Boggs. They belong entirely to Pixar Studios.
Chapter Seven: Training?
"You call this training?" Slike panted letting her head fall onto the table. She was lying on her back across a desk breathing heavily. "More like boot camp."
"Oh come on, you haven't even broken a sweat yet." Randall pointed out.
"Guys sweat, girls glisten."
"Women." He muttered rolling his eyes. So far they had used doors to practice blending then he got an idea. "Hold on." He jumped off the desk he was lying on and ran over to his station. Slike came over after him and look at a board he had pulled out. It looked like something back in school the teachers would have used to display a map or diagram. When he reached up she was surprise to see that when he pulled down a sheet there was a pattern on it.
"What is that?"
"Something I practice with. Now blend." Randall stood back. Slike stepped up next to the sheet with the pattern on it and tried blending. "Nope I can still see you. Try again."
Maybe an hour passed of getting Slike to blend to different patterns. Randall was sure it was probably three or four in the morning but it didn't really bother him. He'd always preferred night over day anyway.
"Alright, try this one." He pulled down a pattern a little more complicated than the last. It was a cloud pattern. Slike nodded then blended. Randall merely stood there in shock because she had completely camouflaged herself. Where she had been standing previously was empty, no visible signs of anyone there.
"What?" She questioned as he began grinning. "What?"
"You did it." He said simply.
"What!" A second of silent passed before Slike laughed. "Yes!" She appeared still laughing. "Finally!"
Without warning she lunged at him and threw her arms around his neck. Randall then was pulled into a rib-cracking hug. He hadn't been hugged this hard in a long, long time. Not really knowing what to do he patted her on the back.
"Thank you so much!"
"Ah, Slike? I can't breath." She jumped backwards, letting go.
"Er, sorry about that." She looked down at the ground as an awkward silence followed. "Thanks for everything. I, um... guess I'll see you later."
"Yeah, but what's the point in leaving? We have to be here to work in an hour or two."
"Oh yeah.... Are you hungry?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm hungry and I never eat breakfast. Now I've got hey, a few hours free so, why not?"
"Sure, but you're buying, you owe me." Randall replied smirking.
"Ugh, fine." Slike rolled her eyes, each eye at a time again and started out, putting her jacket on as she went.
He followed her outside and then down the street into the city. It was still dark outside and very chilly. Slike took him to what he was sure was probably the only place open now in town. It was your small, usual, diner. Nothing special, but she said they had the best cherry pie in town.
"You eat cherry pie?" He asked, as he sat down across from her.
"Yeah, what's so wrong with that?" Slike said leaning back in her seat.
"Seeing as you are reptile with teeth like that, I would think you'd be a carnivore."
"A carnivore?" She paused to laugh then finished, "Boggs, I'm a vegetarian."
"A vegetarian? A vegetarian! Ew how can you stand eating fruit and all that stuff!"
"Easy, I think about the poor defenseless creature that would be slaughtered. If I decided to eat meat."
The waitress, a tall leathery skinned monster with too many eyes to count, returned with their orders. As you guessed, Slike, a cherry-pie, Randall a hamburger. He smirked evilly as an idea hit.
"Aw, the poor little thing." He said sympathetically looking down at his plate. "With those big round adorable eyes staring up at you before BANG!" Slike glared at him while he died laughing at the look on her face. He hadn't laughed like that in a while. Sure he could laugh at Wazowski or another monster when they made a mistake just to rub it in, but that wasn't really laughing.
"Ha, ha, ha, very funny." She growled before stabbing her food with her fork, pulling it back, and laughing as Randall was hit between the eyes with pie.
"You little,"
"Nah, ah, ah, place nice." Slike interrupted.
"Oh, but you forgot something," Randall smirked as he reached into his glass and pulled out two ice cubes. "I'm never nice." The food fight that followed should have put down in the record books; it was not pretty at all. The two got thrown out after their waitress was hit with something that would resemble a human tomato.
They kinda start opening up to each other now, hope I'm doing good! Thanx again to everyone! ^_^
Nox
Chapter Seven: Training?
"You call this training?" Slike panted letting her head fall onto the table. She was lying on her back across a desk breathing heavily. "More like boot camp."
"Oh come on, you haven't even broken a sweat yet." Randall pointed out.
"Guys sweat, girls glisten."
"Women." He muttered rolling his eyes. So far they had used doors to practice blending then he got an idea. "Hold on." He jumped off the desk he was lying on and ran over to his station. Slike came over after him and look at a board he had pulled out. It looked like something back in school the teachers would have used to display a map or diagram. When he reached up she was surprise to see that when he pulled down a sheet there was a pattern on it.
"What is that?"
"Something I practice with. Now blend." Randall stood back. Slike stepped up next to the sheet with the pattern on it and tried blending. "Nope I can still see you. Try again."
Maybe an hour passed of getting Slike to blend to different patterns. Randall was sure it was probably three or four in the morning but it didn't really bother him. He'd always preferred night over day anyway.
"Alright, try this one." He pulled down a pattern a little more complicated than the last. It was a cloud pattern. Slike nodded then blended. Randall merely stood there in shock because she had completely camouflaged herself. Where she had been standing previously was empty, no visible signs of anyone there.
"What?" She questioned as he began grinning. "What?"
"You did it." He said simply.
"What!" A second of silent passed before Slike laughed. "Yes!" She appeared still laughing. "Finally!"
Without warning she lunged at him and threw her arms around his neck. Randall then was pulled into a rib-cracking hug. He hadn't been hugged this hard in a long, long time. Not really knowing what to do he patted her on the back.
"Thank you so much!"
"Ah, Slike? I can't breath." She jumped backwards, letting go.
"Er, sorry about that." She looked down at the ground as an awkward silence followed. "Thanks for everything. I, um... guess I'll see you later."
"Yeah, but what's the point in leaving? We have to be here to work in an hour or two."
"Oh yeah.... Are you hungry?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm hungry and I never eat breakfast. Now I've got hey, a few hours free so, why not?"
"Sure, but you're buying, you owe me." Randall replied smirking.
"Ugh, fine." Slike rolled her eyes, each eye at a time again and started out, putting her jacket on as she went.
He followed her outside and then down the street into the city. It was still dark outside and very chilly. Slike took him to what he was sure was probably the only place open now in town. It was your small, usual, diner. Nothing special, but she said they had the best cherry pie in town.
"You eat cherry pie?" He asked, as he sat down across from her.
"Yeah, what's so wrong with that?" Slike said leaning back in her seat.
"Seeing as you are reptile with teeth like that, I would think you'd be a carnivore."
"A carnivore?" She paused to laugh then finished, "Boggs, I'm a vegetarian."
"A vegetarian? A vegetarian! Ew how can you stand eating fruit and all that stuff!"
"Easy, I think about the poor defenseless creature that would be slaughtered. If I decided to eat meat."
The waitress, a tall leathery skinned monster with too many eyes to count, returned with their orders. As you guessed, Slike, a cherry-pie, Randall a hamburger. He smirked evilly as an idea hit.
"Aw, the poor little thing." He said sympathetically looking down at his plate. "With those big round adorable eyes staring up at you before BANG!" Slike glared at him while he died laughing at the look on her face. He hadn't laughed like that in a while. Sure he could laugh at Wazowski or another monster when they made a mistake just to rub it in, but that wasn't really laughing.
"Ha, ha, ha, very funny." She growled before stabbing her food with her fork, pulling it back, and laughing as Randall was hit between the eyes with pie.
"You little,"
"Nah, ah, ah, place nice." Slike interrupted.
"Oh, but you forgot something," Randall smirked as he reached into his glass and pulled out two ice cubes. "I'm never nice." The food fight that followed should have put down in the record books; it was not pretty at all. The two got thrown out after their waitress was hit with something that would resemble a human tomato.
They kinda start opening up to each other now, hope I'm doing good! Thanx again to everyone! ^_^
Nox