Title: Idle Time, Part Three
Author: Angela
Rating: G
Summary: Long drives lead to conversations about nothing.
Disclaimer: I have nothing better to do at work, I'm afraid.
"Red Hot Chili Peppers or Run-DMC?"
"That is the weirdest one yet."
"It's called originality."
"Like I said, weird."
"Are you gonna be a smartass, or are you gonna answer the question?"
"Make the questions sensible and I won't have to be a smartass."
"Fawkes..."
"Okay, okay. Run-DMC."
"I didn't know you liked rap."
"I listen to a little bit of everything. I rhyme on occasion."
"Oh yeah? What's your stage name? Invisible Ice?"
"Ha ha."
"You get it? Vanilla Ice, Invisible Ice. 'Cause you're both white and..."
weird look
"Your turn, Fawkes."
"Glazed or chocolate-covered?"
"Neither. Banana cream-filled."
"No, nu-uh. You can't do that."
"What? Neither of those is my favorite."
"This isn't about your favorite. You choose between the options you're given."
"Give me better options then."
"What's that you always say? Oh yeah, deal with it."
"We never established rules, Fawkes. We never discussed anything like that."
"I thought it was understood. What's the point if you can choose something other than what
you're given?"
"It adds a little more variety."
"I answered your stupid question."
"Okay, glazed. Happy now?"
"Thank you, and I disagree."
"You would."
"Glazed is boring."
"Well, I say your skinny ass is no authority on doughnuts."
"I didn't mean to invade your territory, Hobbes."
"Julianne Moore or Diane Lane?"
"Lane."
"Lemme see your wrist."
"...Why?"
"Lemme see it."
shows wrist
"Just making sure you're not going quicksilver crazy on me 'cause that's insane."
"Now who's being a smartass?"
"Have you seen Magnolia? Or Boogie Nights? That woman is perfect."
"Have you seen Unfaithful? Tell me you didn't want to be that guy in the stairwell."
"Not if I could have Julianne Moore."
"Whatever, man."
"Right or left?"
"What the hell kind of question is that? And you can't go twice in a row."
"No, I mean which way do I go here, Fawkes?"
"You don't know?"
"No, I don't know. That's why I'm asking."
"You're the driver, Hobbes. You don't know where you're going?"
"I know where I'm going, I just don't know how to get there."
"That's very deep, Hobbesy."
"Just give me the damn map."
"I thought you had the map."
"This is not good, my friend."
The End