Chapter two – Intimidation Icky
The porch door slammed shut, causing the robe clad Rainey to jump slightly. He wasn't overly fond of loud noises. People; especially females, threw him for a loop as well, their actions were so different from the two men he surrounded himself with. He couldn't hear the usual hums from Shooter, which was odd. He then heard a feminine laugh, followed by Shooter's.
"What the hell is going on?" Rainey mumbled, striding towards the side of the house. He came around the corner, to find the tall Mississippian chatting with a pretty young lady, her twin poking around in the garden and a flaming red head staring stand-offishly at the whole group.
"Shooter, what's going on here?" Rainey asked, eyeing the three women standing not ten feet away from him. Shooter looked up, eyeing Rainey carefully, before excusing himself. Shooter walked a ways away, before answering the shorter man's question.
"Those ladies there, well the dark haired one anyways, has the same little condition our dearest Morty-pooh has. Her friends are like us and I was just makin' some friendly conversation." Rainey nodded along with Shooter, looking at him skeptically at the mention of conversation.
"Friendly conversation? Right... They need to leave. Mort's just getting the crucial point in the plot, and if we interrupt the schedule now…" protested Rainey lamely, glancing over to the trio of women. All of them were attractive, their personalities shining through in a glance. One; a short red head, was borderline reclusive, especially when Rainey glanced at her. She was nervous, the squirming of her sandal clad toes evidence. The others; twins, were tall and black haired, one slightly dressier than the other. Their existence was similar to Mort and Rainey's; the likeness was obvious.
"Well then, a bit of flirtin'. You can only do so much, before the garden gets borin'. I've painted the shed three times, and Mort's writing the story to my likin'. I need somethin' to do. When I'm bored, I tend to do things. Involving shovels, screwdrivers and scissors." Shooter finished, before walking back over to the women. Mort grumbled and turned away, hoping that they wouldn't come into the house. Especially the red head. She was intimidating.
A/N: So sorry about Shooter's dialogue. It's totally screwed. But I tried my best. Maybe I'll go on an obsessive Secret Window binge….Better chapters coming. These ones are short and horribly boring. Sorry if I made your brain leak out of your ears.
