As Seen On TV By HamClover
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Oooohh, the elections, damn, they're annoying.
Chapter Seventeen .:Take A Good Look:.
Sparkle had found a bar just across the street from the studio. Slumping herself in the barstool, Sparkle let out a loud sigh. The bartender noticed, and he went over to see what was the problem.
"You all right?" He asked. Sparkle glanced up at him. She would have completely ignored him, if it weren't for the fact that she was looking into the cutest face she had seen in a long-long time.
"Oh-oh me?"
The waiter sarcastically looked around him and faced her. He shrugged as he dried a plate. Sparkle gave him an uneasy smile and stared off at a nearby napkin, trying not to blush.
"I-I'm sorry," Sparkle apologized, "I must have bugged you."
The waiter blinked. "For...what?"
"For bothering you. You look busy, so I'll just leave you...alone, m'kay?"
The waiter looked around himself again. "I'm not busy, miss. This is the slower time around here. As soon as my employer gets here,"
"-Oh no!"
"...What's wrong now, m'am?"
Sparkle spun around in the barstool chair and pointed her paw to the doorway of the bar.
"It's him!" She squeaked.
The waiter leaned forward to see whom she was pointing to. When he noticed, he let out a chuckle. "Oh, that's my employer who I was talking about, miss!"
Sparkle turned back to him and gawked. "You mean to tell me that Scout owns this bar!?"
The waiter smiled and scratched the back of his neck. "Why yes." He answered.
Sparkle had remembered the announcer of the dating show she was in a few days ago saying Scout owned a bar or something like that. But she had totally forgot about it, and with her luck, she found the one bar out of thousands, that Scout owned.
"Damn!"
The waiter scowled at Sparkle's remark. "Miss, I don't like that sort of language here." He said uneasily. Scout was busy talking to somebody he must have knew outside the bar.
Sparkle turned back to the handsome waiter and sneered, "Why, I can't swear??"
"No, miss, it isn't very polite."
"But this is a bar."
"I know that."
"But losers get drunk here and swear their heads off all the time."
"Not on my shift they do!"
"Oh really?"
The waiter childishly put his paws on his hips and nodded. Sparkle smirked that smirk she always got when she was up to something. And with a big breath, and no regard to anyone else in the room, she shouted,
"Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!"
Sixty six times, to be exact.
Sparkle's little outburst had caught the attention of the whole room, let alone the whole town. Scout peered through the door as the flabbergasted waiter motioned for him to come.
Scout rushed by Sparkle, only acknowledging her with a pat on the head, and was at his employee's side in no time. "What seems to be the matter?" Scout asked in an unusual tone of seriousness. The waiter pointed to an ever-angrier Sparkle and said, "This lady here is quite the potty mouth! And if I didn't work here to serve these customers drinks to make them happy, well then I'd-I'd..."
Sparkle cut in, "You'd slap me and tell me to act more my age, right?"
"Um, yeah, what she said. And if you weren't a customer..."
"...If I wasn't a customer, you'd do the same goddamn thing I mentioned five seconds ago because if you weren't so cute, I'd kick your nice big ass!"
The whole room gawked at Sparkle; Scout leaned into the bewildered bartender's ear and whispered to him, "She's a cantankerous little cutie, ain't she?" Sparkle heard what Scout said, and flopped her head on her paw, resting her arm on the bar. She ran her finger along the surface. Scout continued,
"How bout' you get her a special drink, my treat, will ya'?"
"Um, okay, but..."
"Oh she is a good friend of mine, just serve her up the special drink, kay'?"
"Okay..."
As the bartender prepared her drink, Scout leaned over the bar and grinned at Sparkle, who looked ever so depressed and tired.
"Aw, don't be upset girl." Scout said.
"Scout if you were in my shoes, you probably would have stuck your head in an oven by now." Sparkle retorted, keeping her eyes set on her finger; she avoided any eye contact. Scout shifted his weight from one foot to the other impatiently. "Well," He began, "My bartender here is preparing you our best drink on the menu, and it's on the house, of course."
"Oh I'm flattered."
"No, really, this is the best of the best. You'll surely love it."
Sparkle couldn't take it. Why is he being to freaking nice to me all the sudden!? She thought. She looked up at him. For trying to get away from him so much, Sparkle had never taken a good look at him. All she really knew about his looks until then was that he was an off-white color with little black patches here and there. What she didn't notice was his eyes. They were a deep sapphire blue and looked pretty mesmerizing. He had that grin on his face, the one you'd typically see in those cliché action movies with the ever-so cocky and handsome star that always got the hot girl. Sparkle regretted ever looking straight at him, for it made her blush so much she couldn't hide it. Before she realized, Scout noticed the red on her face.
"You sure are cute, you know?" Scout said, after he caught Sparkle's weakness. This made the poor girl frantic as she sat straight up I her chair and blushed even more.
"St-stop!" She whined, slamming her eyes shut as if she were dreaming. The bartender set a glass of some type of alcohol on the surface, making a clinking sound as it landed. It distracted Scout long enough for Sparkle's blush marks to fade. "Ah, it looks like your drink is done, thank you Wes." Scout said, pushing the drink closer to him. The bartender, apparently named Wes, nodded and walked off, not without giving Sparkle a dirty look; Sparkle returned it with no hesitation.
"Here, drink up." Said Scout as he handed Sparkle the drink. Sparkle took it hesitantly, she never did really drink all that much, but it seemed that Scout had realized he had made her so mad, and was turning over a new leaf.
Oh what the hell.
Scout's smile broadened as Sparkle emptied the glass. When she was done, Sparkle plopped the glass down loudly enough so everyone knew she had just chugged a ton of liquor.
"Oooh, that was gooood!" Sparkle blurted. Scout gave out a chuckle of accomplishment.
"Was it good?" Scout asked.
"Oh yes sir it was!" Sparkle shouted, "Better than eating cheese in Iceland!"
"Ah, I see," Replied a satisfied Scout. Wow, that stuff worked quicker than I thought it would. He thought. Now for the ultimate test...
"Sparkle,"
"Yessah?"
"Am I hot?"
"Only hotter than the Sahara desert my fellow citizen of the United Kingdom Of America!"
"That's wonderful"
Really wonderful.
Plop.
Sparkle fell out of her stool and lay on the ground as if she were skydiving. Scout leaned over the table, holding back the urge to burst out laughing.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Peachy...! I like peaches...they're fuzzy..." A drunken Sparkle responded, sprawled across the floor.
Scout walked around the bar to help Sparkle up. When she finally got to her feet, Scout asked, "Will you follow me upstairs? I'd like to show you something."
"Ooh okay, sounds fun." Sparkle snorted, slumped on one of Scout's shoulders. He led her up into a room that looked like Scout's bedroom; it was a complete mess. And at this time, it was completely dark outside. Sparkle had been gone for some hours and didn't even realize it. Poor Blair was probably ripping her hair out looking for the girl.
"What'cha gonna show me...?" Asked a drowsy Sparkle.
Scout grinned. Holding her paw, he dragged her over to one side of the room, in front of his bed. "Just a sec," He responded. Sparkle giggled drunkenly. Scout ran his finger through one of Sparkle's pigtails, taking out the band that held it up. Sparkle found this hilarious and laughed some more, almost tripping over Scout in the process. She walked forward, but completely forgot about Scout in front of him; she ran right into him.
"Ohoo!" Sparkle giggled, her face in his fur.
Scout suddenly grabbed Sparkle shoulders as he pushed her down. She landed on the bed and that bastard Scout was right on top of her.
"So...what are you going to show me...?" Sparkle asked, totally oblivious to what was going on. She appeared to be blushing again. "Well, just hold on, okay?" Scout replied in a hushed tone. He was stroking her, and the drunken girl cooed at the touch. Scout leaned forward into Sparkle's face.
He wanted to kiss.
And suddenly, she snapped.
Sparkle looked around the room with the most surprised expression you could ever get. She didn't move though, Scout would realize she had suddenly, for some super-creepy and unexplainable reason, become sober. Scout still wanted a kiss.
"Oh..." Whispered Sparkle, she tried to move away from him. "Dumplings!" She shouted.
Scout sat up abruptly and gawked at her. "What...?" He asked quizzically.
"Dumplings. I left them in the truck. The...Dumpling Truck!"
Sparkle had just said something that totally didn't make sense, so he still thought the girl was drunk. Sparkle found her chance and with a quick (and rough) pat on the head, she galloped out of the room.
Scout sat on his bed not knowing what exactly happened. But whatever he had intended to do with Sparkle, he had just failed. This made him let out a long, hard sigh.
"Oh well, back to the dating show."