Disclaimer: Do you own ALIAS? Because, if you do, then, I don't (Well, I
don't anyway, but it's nice to pretend)
Weiss had slept a good twelve hours between the plane being delayed and the flight to Moscow. Vaughn had gotten a mediocre two.
"When stuff gets delayed, you should sleep." Weiss remarked.
"Why?" Vaughn asked, "Got any twos?" They were playing cards.
"Go Fish." Weiss replied, "Because, it gives you a chance to catch up on some much needed shut eye. This job doesn't exactly let you have a four hour work day."
"You're move." Vaughn said. "Yeah, but I would miss out on stuff if I slept. You could sleep your life away, like that Ripple Van Wincey guy."
"Rip Van Wrinkle?" Weiss suggested.
"Yeah, him!" Vaughn exclaimed, nodding.
Weiss sighed. "I think he was put under a spell... don't tell me you've never read the book."
"Nope, never" Vaughn nodded in agreement.
Weiss sighed again. "Got any fives?" He asked.
"Darn you!" Vaughn exclaimed, handing Weiss a five of clubs.
"I'm out." Weiss told him, laying the pair down.
"Never play go fish on cinco de mayo." Vaughn said, pointing a finger at Weiss.
"It's not may fifth." Weiss remarked. "It's actually the middle of April..."
"So what?" Vaughn asked. "You should still never play go fish on cinco de mayo."
"That's a moot point." Weiss replied.
"Mute? A mute point?! Are you telling me to shut up?!" Vaughn asked, outraged.
"No, moot, not mute! M-O-O-T, moot!" Weiss explained.
"Oh, never mind then." Vaughn shrugged, settling down.
"You really are the crème de la crème, aren't you?" Weiss asked, shaking his head.
"The cream de la cream? What is cream of the cream mean? Does that mean, you know, I do *it* a lot?" Vaughn questioned.
"Not cream of the cream! Crème de la crème! Cream of the crop!" Weiss exclaimed. "And no, cream of the cream does not mean you do *it* a lot."
"Woo!" Vaughn exclaimed, "I was gettin' worried there for a second, man. I didn't want you to think that my bee was, like, working overtime or nothing!"
"You were like? Oh my. You are just as bad as half of the cheerleading squad in high school." Weiss shook his head.
"Whoa man! I am SO not a prepay prep!" Vaughn exclaimed.
Weiss stared at him.
"I mean, OMG, like, how can you think that?!?!" Vaughn asked.
"Maybe you're controversial..." Weiss suggested.
"Excuse me? Did you just call me what I think you just called me?" Vaughn asked.
"Hold on, now! I'm just saying..." Weiss began.
"I so do not swing that way!" Vaughn exclaimed. "Talk to the left, because you ain't right!" Vaughn stuck his left palm in Weiss' face after the last remark.
"You are so a prepay prep." Weiss remarked.
Weiss had slept a good twelve hours between the plane being delayed and the flight to Moscow. Vaughn had gotten a mediocre two.
"When stuff gets delayed, you should sleep." Weiss remarked.
"Why?" Vaughn asked, "Got any twos?" They were playing cards.
"Go Fish." Weiss replied, "Because, it gives you a chance to catch up on some much needed shut eye. This job doesn't exactly let you have a four hour work day."
"You're move." Vaughn said. "Yeah, but I would miss out on stuff if I slept. You could sleep your life away, like that Ripple Van Wincey guy."
"Rip Van Wrinkle?" Weiss suggested.
"Yeah, him!" Vaughn exclaimed, nodding.
Weiss sighed. "I think he was put under a spell... don't tell me you've never read the book."
"Nope, never" Vaughn nodded in agreement.
Weiss sighed again. "Got any fives?" He asked.
"Darn you!" Vaughn exclaimed, handing Weiss a five of clubs.
"I'm out." Weiss told him, laying the pair down.
"Never play go fish on cinco de mayo." Vaughn said, pointing a finger at Weiss.
"It's not may fifth." Weiss remarked. "It's actually the middle of April..."
"So what?" Vaughn asked. "You should still never play go fish on cinco de mayo."
"That's a moot point." Weiss replied.
"Mute? A mute point?! Are you telling me to shut up?!" Vaughn asked, outraged.
"No, moot, not mute! M-O-O-T, moot!" Weiss explained.
"Oh, never mind then." Vaughn shrugged, settling down.
"You really are the crème de la crème, aren't you?" Weiss asked, shaking his head.
"The cream de la cream? What is cream of the cream mean? Does that mean, you know, I do *it* a lot?" Vaughn questioned.
"Not cream of the cream! Crème de la crème! Cream of the crop!" Weiss exclaimed. "And no, cream of the cream does not mean you do *it* a lot."
"Woo!" Vaughn exclaimed, "I was gettin' worried there for a second, man. I didn't want you to think that my bee was, like, working overtime or nothing!"
"You were like? Oh my. You are just as bad as half of the cheerleading squad in high school." Weiss shook his head.
"Whoa man! I am SO not a prepay prep!" Vaughn exclaimed.
Weiss stared at him.
"I mean, OMG, like, how can you think that?!?!" Vaughn asked.
"Maybe you're controversial..." Weiss suggested.
"Excuse me? Did you just call me what I think you just called me?" Vaughn asked.
"Hold on, now! I'm just saying..." Weiss began.
"I so do not swing that way!" Vaughn exclaimed. "Talk to the left, because you ain't right!" Vaughn stuck his left palm in Weiss' face after the last remark.
"You are so a prepay prep." Weiss remarked.