Stephanie giggled as she pinned her hair up so that it wouldn't fall in her
eyes all night long. Chris was lounging on the bed, eating a candy bar and
watching her as she tried to get the pin to stay in her hair. He made a
funny face at her, and she rolled her eyes at him.
"You know Snooks, instead of sitting on your lazy ass, you can help me."
"But then you would never learn to be self-sufficient, and Stephers, what would you do if you ever found yourself alone?"
"That wouldn't happen now would it, not without my little boy toy to drag around," she said with a coy smile as she walked over to him and pinched his cheek. He swatted her hand away impatiently, "So why aren't you and the blonde bombshell going out tonight?"
"We're going out tomorrow," he shrugged, "I rescheduled."
"Oh did you now," she asked suspiciously, "Why? You don't have anything planned for tonight Snooks..."
"I wanted to wait around for you," he said, then looked at her, "Expected me to try and lie huh? Thought that I'd try to make it seem like I wasn't checking up on you, but I am! I am going to wait around here all night until you get back."
"Great, is this going to be the tree incident all over again?" she asked him.
He frowned at her, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Snooks, give it up, I KNOW that you have followed me on numerous dates. But that one time, geez, you have to learn that running from tree to tree trying to follow me IS noticeable!"
He shook his head, "It wasn't that noticeable."
"You fell down and had to get stitches!"
"Fine, be a stickler for details why don't you? Anyways, I had no plans to follow you tonight. I was just going to hang out here and make sure that you got home alright, is that a crime?"
"No, but what if I come here with Randy and I want him to come inside?"
"Why would the Dreamboat come inside?" Chris asked her, his eyes narrowing slightly at the possibility that might happen.
"Because maybe we were having a good time and wanted to--"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Chris said, standing up and walking over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "You are not that type of girl, and I'll be damned if you start now."
"Oh give me a break," she said, "I wasn't talking about sex; I was just talking about talking with him or having a cup of coffee or something. Geez Snooks, get your mind out of the gutter."
"But its so nice and cozy there."
"Aww, are you going to be friends with Oscar the Grouch now?" She patted his cheek playfully.
"Are you kidding me, that guy had a freaking pool in his garbage can...a POOL, in a garbage can! I would so live in that trash can if I could."
She looked at him strangely and then smiled, "Of course, where else would you want to live, he also had a freaking ELEPHANT. My dad never bought me an elephant."
"I think he didn't want to have to pay someone to walk behind it and pick up all the shit," Chris said, "I mean, talk about your horrible jobs."
"Ok, so we've established that we both want to live in Oscar the Grouch's can and that we like pools and elephants, anything else we should cover before Randy gets here, any important information that I will need to go on this date tonight?"
"The capital of Chile is Santiago," Chris told her seriously.
"Other than that," she said just as seriously.
"Don't have sex with him."
"Wasn't planning on it...you on the other hand," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"We'll have to wait for that later Stephers, I'm not even looking my best."
"Too bad, now, we're going to this Mexican place, because somehow he knew I liked Mexican, how he knew that, I'll have to take a wild guess," she said, looking over at him, "So what do you want me to bring you back?"
This was a little tradition that they had whenever they were together. If one of them had a date, the other would bring them back food that they would share while recounting their date. They had many an odd tradition together, this was only the tip of the iceberg with them. People didn't think they were weird for this one, but when they delved deep and found out about the more wackier things, it usually stopped any and all dates. Chris and Stephanie had lost many people just by being friends. People didn't really understand their friendship, but they weren't willing to explain to anyone who couldn't see that they were just friends.
"Um, chicken tacos and a pork tamale," he told her with a smile.
"Ok, and the usual sides?"
"Yup, so when is Randy Dreamboat coming to pick you up?"
"He should be here any minute."
"And you're sure that you want to go out with him?"
"As sure as I was that I wanted to be your friend and torment you for the rest of your life until you finally broke under the pressure of being my friend and had to be admitted into a mental institution."
"And just think! You're half way there!"
There came a knock at the door and Stephanie gave a little squeal and a jump as she bounded for the door. Chris was ready to play protective older brother and stood a few feet behind her as she opened the door. He crossed his arms and put on his serious face so Randy knew that he would always be watching them.
"Snooks, cut the act," Stephanie hissed as she turned to Randy, "Randy, hey!"
"Hey Stephanie, these are for you," he told her, handing her a bouquet of roses. Chris snorted to himself. Just like a preppy boy like that to buy her flowers on the first date. Stephanie sniffed them and thanked him profusely for them, smiling up at him.
"Let me just give these to Chris to put in water and then we'll go," she said.
"Ok."
Stephanie walked over to Chris and handed him the flowers. He glowered down at her and she gave him a look of warning, knowing that he was going to make some sort of smart remark on the flowers. She simply looked at him and he knew that she was serious with this one. And Stephanie was hardly serious.
"You be nice," Stephanie said, "I'm going to get my coat."
Chris walked over to Randy as Stephanie disappeared into the bedroom momentarily, "Take care of her alright."
"I know man, I promise I will."
"Ugh, Snooks, clean up in the bedroom, it's a mess because of you," she said, "I'll see you later and don't eat anything from the mini-bar, that's MY money that has to pay for it!"
"But you're richer than me! Just the macadamia nuts, I swear, just the nuts."
"Eat the nuts, and you'll lose two nuts later," she called out sweetly as she closed the door.
She and Randy started walking down the hallway towards the elevators. Stephanie looked at him and saw that he was dressed pretty sharply. She wasn't surprised, she had never seen the guy in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. She wondered if he even owned a pair of jeans. Maybe really high- class, couture jeans or something.
"So do you and Chris share a room?" Randy asked as they stepped into the elevator.
"Oh of course, we also share the covers, except on cold nights when he decides that I'm warm enough and steals them from me," she told him. She looked over at his face and saw that his eyes were wide, "I'm kidding Randy, Chris and I get adjoining rooms, but we don't sleep in the same room. We have adjoining rooms because we joke around with each other all night long."
"Oh," Randy said, relieved to hear her answer, "So you two are close."
"You can say that...you can also say we're joined at the hip, best friends, compadres, amigos, and any other variation of the word friend."
Randy laughed, "I think I'm starting to learn a little bit more about you."
"Really, I didn't know we were attending a class, I don't even have any binder paper for notes, oh my God, I hope there's not a test at the end of the evening, I'll never remember what I drank at eight o'clock sharp!"
"Well, we're going to a great place, you'll love it."
Stephanie laughed a little, but then turned away as they walked to his car. Chris would've said something funny to her remark, probably something about only using number 2 pencils for the multiple choice part of the test. She just had to get used to Randy's sense of humor. She looked at him, hopefully he HAD a sense of humor.
"Oh, Randy, remind me to get Chris food," she said, "It's a little tradition we have, I get him food."
"Oh, what are you getting him?"
"He wanted to get chicken tacos, a pork tamale and rice," she said, "We kind of eat and talk later, it's weird, don't ask."
"Hey, would you mind waiting at the car, I forgot that I had an important phone call I had to make."
"Wow, you're already trying to find a way to get out of this date, I must be worse than I thought," she said, "We're barely off the elevator."
He laughed, "No, nothing like that, but I'll just be a minute."
She shrugged and walked out of the lobby and decided that was a good enough place to wait for him. He hadn't told her where his car was, so she was kind of stuck. She tapped her shoe on the ground, trying to make a little beat out of it. She started dancing to herself as Randy came out and started clapping.
"Wow, dancing without music, that's a talent."
"Nah, I was making music with my shoes," she said, "Phone call taken care of?"
"Yeah, so off we go," he said, offering her his arm. She took it gladly and they started walking to his car, a nice one at that. But she should've guessed that. He was very much into playing his part, which made him the perfect member of Evolution.
"So far so good," she said as they drove to wherever they were going.
Stephanie noticed they were taking a long time, but she didn't really mind, she was just getting to know Randy a little bit better. Turned out he was a lot more interesting than he made himself out to be. Not that she had thought he was boring, but it took a lot to keep her occupied, well, not a lot, just not someone boring. But Randy wasn't boring, and he actually made her laugh a couple of times.
"Randy, where the hell are you taking me? I'm suddenly afraid we're going to end up in some desolate forest and I'll be tied to a tree naked with honey all over me and a swarm of red ants on the attack."
"Now that would be a sight," he laughed, "But no, actually we're here."
She looked around, "We're near some docks, oh my God, we have to fish for our food right, this is your idea of fun!"
"No, our restaurant is right there," he said, pointing to a brightly lit yacht.
"Randy..."
"You like?"
"Even if I got violent seasickness and forgot to take my Dramamine, there's no way I could hate something like this," she said in awe, "You rented that for our date, FIRST date."
"I had to impress you somehow right, I mean, you are the boss's daughter."
She groaned, "Don't remind me, I hate thinking that I'm the spawn of two drones. As far as I'm concerned my parents live in Canada."
"Huh?"
She looked at him, "Oh, it's nothing, I just consider Chris's parents to be like my own, it's a long, drawn-out boring story, and unless you really need to take a nap, I don't think I'll be bothering you with it."
"Ok, so how about we go on the ship and have a lovely evening?"
"That would be delightful," she said in a broken English accent.
He got out of the car and then went to help her out of the car as well. She smiled at his gentleman-like behavior. They walked arm-in-arm towards the large boat, and Stephanie couldn't believe the lengths he had gone to, to make this date special. She was actually glad that she had said yes to him now, not that she wasn't before, but she was very sure now. They walked up the plank and Stephanie tripped on the walkway and fell face first to the ground, catching herself with her hands. Randy looked in horror as he helped her up.
"I'm ok! I'm ok, nothing to see here! Move right along, klutz coming through," she said good-naturedly.
"You know, any other girl and they probably would've been mortified," he told her.
"Nah, unless I somehow fell off the boat, and got caught in a fishing net and came to the surface looking like Swamp Thing, I'm not going to get that easily embarrassed."
"That's a good thing."
"Hey, when you've had your tits and ass exposed to the world, you learn to deal with the little things," she said with a smile.
"Oh yeah," he said, "That had to suck."
"No, not really, it happens, it's life, and besides, it could've happened a lot more than it did, Chris actually saved me a bunch of times by pulling up my clothes. He's my lifesaver...get it, we're on a boat, lifesaver," she giggled, "I'm corny."
"Nah, you're just outgoing."
"Yeah, I get told that a lot," she said, "So where's the grub, I'm starving."
"Over here," he said as he led her over to the end of the yacht where there was a very fancy table awaiting them with a silver candelabra sitting in the middle. There were two silver trays with the lids on them, and Stephanie wondered what was under them. He led her over to her seat and pulled out her chair for her before sitting down himself.
Moments later, a guy in a smart tuxedo walked out and came over to their tables, filling their glasses with a red wine. The man put the wine back into a bucket and then took the lids off of the trays. Stephanie laughed as she saw a Mexican feast sitting in front of her. Such fancy digs for Mexican food.
"I talked to Chris, and he told me what you liked, and so yeah, I hope that's what you like."
"It is," she laughed, "You know, you didn't have to go to such great lengths to do all this for me, I'm perfectly content eating at normal places, and not on yachts."
"Yeah, but I wanted to make this special," he said, clearing his throat, "I really like you Stephanie, and I know that you probably never looked at me, cause I'm younger than you and everything, but I hope that we can have more dates. I always see you laughing and stuff, and you always look so happy..."
"Then you've obviously never seen me with my family," she joked.
"Well, I just want to try and make you happy too," he finished, "Stupid I know, but well, yeah."
"That's sweet Randy, I hope that we can see more of each other too, judging from the car ride over and your little speech, you're not such a bad guy to have around, despite being a youngin."
"You can eat now."
"Good, I was about to eat through my arm," she said, digging into her food, "Oh no, I don't have any way of bringing Chris food."
"Actually..." He gestured over to another table sitting just off to the side and she looked over and saw a white bag sitting on top of it. She didn't know what he was getting at for a moment, before she looked at him.
"You got Chris food too?"
"Yeah, I know that you two are close, and I don't want to infringe on any of that. I think it's great that you have such a good friend."
"That's so sweet of you," she said, "Wow, that earned you like so many points it's unbelievable. Chris will also appreciate it. Usually he's wary of guys I go out with, but dude, you brought him food, I'm sure he'll be worshipping you now."
"Good, because I figure if I'm good with him, then I'm good with you."
"Wow, cocky too, is there anything you can't do Randy Orton?"
"Well, I don't think I can have a war of the words with you, but I don't think anyone but Chris can."
"Ahh, you have much to learn young one," Stephanie said, "But let's wait until after I devour these enchiladas. They have spoken ill of my friends and I must destroy them or be destroyed!"
"I'm guessing you and Chris play with your food."
"But they never play back so it's no fun," she smiled, "You must think we're the biggest losers on the planet."
"Biggest, nah, I'm sure there are bigger."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
Chris watched television and wondered what Stephanie was doing. He glanced at his watch, 12:39, not too late yet, but he was still wondering where she could be. Hopefully having a good time, but not TOO good a time, he didn't want her reputation sullied. She had worked much too hard to earn the one she had.
"I come bearing gifts to the Lord Master Snooks, who rules not only his universe, but mine as well!"
"It's about time Stephers."
"Oh my God, did I pass out and it's Thursday or something?"
"No, you've been gone for three years and I'm still sitting here!"
"Really, wow, I have so much to learn, did we find a cure for the common Britney Spears addiction yet? You know, that alone can kill you."
"No, alas, she still roams out there, lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on us with her insane fast dance moves and lip-syncing talents!"
"No! Say it isn't so! I bring you food from the past," she said, thrusting the bag into his hands.
"Mmm, I'm starved, I did eat dinner, but you know me--"
"Able to eat entire cows in a single bound," she said, changing her voice to sound more news anchor-ish, "You will NOT believe what Randy did!"
"So the Dreamboat was a winner huh?"
"He took me on a YACHT, like a boat."
"I know what a yacht is Stephers, and he took you on one?"
"Uh huh, just to eat Mexican food, isn't that wild Snooks?"
"Like 'Wild and Crazy Kids' wild? Nah, but in its own way, yeah, it's pretty darn wild," he told her.
"Nothing can be like 'Wild and Crazy Kids.' Oh what I wouldn't give to have some of those challenges recreated," she sighed happily, "But there will definitely be more dates."
"Good, so he didn't touch you or anything inappropriately did he?"
"Oh no! He touched my hand, you have to go hurt him now! Of course he didn't touch me, I would've kicked him in the balls if he had done that."
"That's my girl," he said, hitting her cheek lightly.
"Inappropriate touching!" she shouted, "You touched my no-no area."
"Oh, I'll no-no you into the ground," he said as he started eating.
"No-no me into the ground? Is that anything like pushing me, because I'm not in the right outfit to be pushed, and if I'm going to get pushed, I'd rather be comfortable...because you wouldn't see me until next--"
"Fall," he mumbled with his mouth full, "Very funny, see you next fall."
"Oh, you clever boy, I wonder how your date will go with the blonde bombshell. I'm thinking she'll run away screaming when she sees your eating habits."
"I must warn the villagers of the killer tacos!"
"Oh no, not the killer tacos!" she said as she watched him eat. So in tune with each other, she thought, as she remembered her little bit with the enchilada.
"We must eat them or be eaten."
Stephanie just grabbed one of his tacos and started chomping down as they continued to pretend they were being attacked by their food.
"You know Snooks, instead of sitting on your lazy ass, you can help me."
"But then you would never learn to be self-sufficient, and Stephers, what would you do if you ever found yourself alone?"
"That wouldn't happen now would it, not without my little boy toy to drag around," she said with a coy smile as she walked over to him and pinched his cheek. He swatted her hand away impatiently, "So why aren't you and the blonde bombshell going out tonight?"
"We're going out tomorrow," he shrugged, "I rescheduled."
"Oh did you now," she asked suspiciously, "Why? You don't have anything planned for tonight Snooks..."
"I wanted to wait around for you," he said, then looked at her, "Expected me to try and lie huh? Thought that I'd try to make it seem like I wasn't checking up on you, but I am! I am going to wait around here all night until you get back."
"Great, is this going to be the tree incident all over again?" she asked him.
He frowned at her, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Snooks, give it up, I KNOW that you have followed me on numerous dates. But that one time, geez, you have to learn that running from tree to tree trying to follow me IS noticeable!"
He shook his head, "It wasn't that noticeable."
"You fell down and had to get stitches!"
"Fine, be a stickler for details why don't you? Anyways, I had no plans to follow you tonight. I was just going to hang out here and make sure that you got home alright, is that a crime?"
"No, but what if I come here with Randy and I want him to come inside?"
"Why would the Dreamboat come inside?" Chris asked her, his eyes narrowing slightly at the possibility that might happen.
"Because maybe we were having a good time and wanted to--"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Chris said, standing up and walking over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "You are not that type of girl, and I'll be damned if you start now."
"Oh give me a break," she said, "I wasn't talking about sex; I was just talking about talking with him or having a cup of coffee or something. Geez Snooks, get your mind out of the gutter."
"But its so nice and cozy there."
"Aww, are you going to be friends with Oscar the Grouch now?" She patted his cheek playfully.
"Are you kidding me, that guy had a freaking pool in his garbage can...a POOL, in a garbage can! I would so live in that trash can if I could."
She looked at him strangely and then smiled, "Of course, where else would you want to live, he also had a freaking ELEPHANT. My dad never bought me an elephant."
"I think he didn't want to have to pay someone to walk behind it and pick up all the shit," Chris said, "I mean, talk about your horrible jobs."
"Ok, so we've established that we both want to live in Oscar the Grouch's can and that we like pools and elephants, anything else we should cover before Randy gets here, any important information that I will need to go on this date tonight?"
"The capital of Chile is Santiago," Chris told her seriously.
"Other than that," she said just as seriously.
"Don't have sex with him."
"Wasn't planning on it...you on the other hand," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"We'll have to wait for that later Stephers, I'm not even looking my best."
"Too bad, now, we're going to this Mexican place, because somehow he knew I liked Mexican, how he knew that, I'll have to take a wild guess," she said, looking over at him, "So what do you want me to bring you back?"
This was a little tradition that they had whenever they were together. If one of them had a date, the other would bring them back food that they would share while recounting their date. They had many an odd tradition together, this was only the tip of the iceberg with them. People didn't think they were weird for this one, but when they delved deep and found out about the more wackier things, it usually stopped any and all dates. Chris and Stephanie had lost many people just by being friends. People didn't really understand their friendship, but they weren't willing to explain to anyone who couldn't see that they were just friends.
"Um, chicken tacos and a pork tamale," he told her with a smile.
"Ok, and the usual sides?"
"Yup, so when is Randy Dreamboat coming to pick you up?"
"He should be here any minute."
"And you're sure that you want to go out with him?"
"As sure as I was that I wanted to be your friend and torment you for the rest of your life until you finally broke under the pressure of being my friend and had to be admitted into a mental institution."
"And just think! You're half way there!"
There came a knock at the door and Stephanie gave a little squeal and a jump as she bounded for the door. Chris was ready to play protective older brother and stood a few feet behind her as she opened the door. He crossed his arms and put on his serious face so Randy knew that he would always be watching them.
"Snooks, cut the act," Stephanie hissed as she turned to Randy, "Randy, hey!"
"Hey Stephanie, these are for you," he told her, handing her a bouquet of roses. Chris snorted to himself. Just like a preppy boy like that to buy her flowers on the first date. Stephanie sniffed them and thanked him profusely for them, smiling up at him.
"Let me just give these to Chris to put in water and then we'll go," she said.
"Ok."
Stephanie walked over to Chris and handed him the flowers. He glowered down at her and she gave him a look of warning, knowing that he was going to make some sort of smart remark on the flowers. She simply looked at him and he knew that she was serious with this one. And Stephanie was hardly serious.
"You be nice," Stephanie said, "I'm going to get my coat."
Chris walked over to Randy as Stephanie disappeared into the bedroom momentarily, "Take care of her alright."
"I know man, I promise I will."
"Ugh, Snooks, clean up in the bedroom, it's a mess because of you," she said, "I'll see you later and don't eat anything from the mini-bar, that's MY money that has to pay for it!"
"But you're richer than me! Just the macadamia nuts, I swear, just the nuts."
"Eat the nuts, and you'll lose two nuts later," she called out sweetly as she closed the door.
She and Randy started walking down the hallway towards the elevators. Stephanie looked at him and saw that he was dressed pretty sharply. She wasn't surprised, she had never seen the guy in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. She wondered if he even owned a pair of jeans. Maybe really high- class, couture jeans or something.
"So do you and Chris share a room?" Randy asked as they stepped into the elevator.
"Oh of course, we also share the covers, except on cold nights when he decides that I'm warm enough and steals them from me," she told him. She looked over at his face and saw that his eyes were wide, "I'm kidding Randy, Chris and I get adjoining rooms, but we don't sleep in the same room. We have adjoining rooms because we joke around with each other all night long."
"Oh," Randy said, relieved to hear her answer, "So you two are close."
"You can say that...you can also say we're joined at the hip, best friends, compadres, amigos, and any other variation of the word friend."
Randy laughed, "I think I'm starting to learn a little bit more about you."
"Really, I didn't know we were attending a class, I don't even have any binder paper for notes, oh my God, I hope there's not a test at the end of the evening, I'll never remember what I drank at eight o'clock sharp!"
"Well, we're going to a great place, you'll love it."
Stephanie laughed a little, but then turned away as they walked to his car. Chris would've said something funny to her remark, probably something about only using number 2 pencils for the multiple choice part of the test. She just had to get used to Randy's sense of humor. She looked at him, hopefully he HAD a sense of humor.
"Oh, Randy, remind me to get Chris food," she said, "It's a little tradition we have, I get him food."
"Oh, what are you getting him?"
"He wanted to get chicken tacos, a pork tamale and rice," she said, "We kind of eat and talk later, it's weird, don't ask."
"Hey, would you mind waiting at the car, I forgot that I had an important phone call I had to make."
"Wow, you're already trying to find a way to get out of this date, I must be worse than I thought," she said, "We're barely off the elevator."
He laughed, "No, nothing like that, but I'll just be a minute."
She shrugged and walked out of the lobby and decided that was a good enough place to wait for him. He hadn't told her where his car was, so she was kind of stuck. She tapped her shoe on the ground, trying to make a little beat out of it. She started dancing to herself as Randy came out and started clapping.
"Wow, dancing without music, that's a talent."
"Nah, I was making music with my shoes," she said, "Phone call taken care of?"
"Yeah, so off we go," he said, offering her his arm. She took it gladly and they started walking to his car, a nice one at that. But she should've guessed that. He was very much into playing his part, which made him the perfect member of Evolution.
"So far so good," she said as they drove to wherever they were going.
Stephanie noticed they were taking a long time, but she didn't really mind, she was just getting to know Randy a little bit better. Turned out he was a lot more interesting than he made himself out to be. Not that she had thought he was boring, but it took a lot to keep her occupied, well, not a lot, just not someone boring. But Randy wasn't boring, and he actually made her laugh a couple of times.
"Randy, where the hell are you taking me? I'm suddenly afraid we're going to end up in some desolate forest and I'll be tied to a tree naked with honey all over me and a swarm of red ants on the attack."
"Now that would be a sight," he laughed, "But no, actually we're here."
She looked around, "We're near some docks, oh my God, we have to fish for our food right, this is your idea of fun!"
"No, our restaurant is right there," he said, pointing to a brightly lit yacht.
"Randy..."
"You like?"
"Even if I got violent seasickness and forgot to take my Dramamine, there's no way I could hate something like this," she said in awe, "You rented that for our date, FIRST date."
"I had to impress you somehow right, I mean, you are the boss's daughter."
She groaned, "Don't remind me, I hate thinking that I'm the spawn of two drones. As far as I'm concerned my parents live in Canada."
"Huh?"
She looked at him, "Oh, it's nothing, I just consider Chris's parents to be like my own, it's a long, drawn-out boring story, and unless you really need to take a nap, I don't think I'll be bothering you with it."
"Ok, so how about we go on the ship and have a lovely evening?"
"That would be delightful," she said in a broken English accent.
He got out of the car and then went to help her out of the car as well. She smiled at his gentleman-like behavior. They walked arm-in-arm towards the large boat, and Stephanie couldn't believe the lengths he had gone to, to make this date special. She was actually glad that she had said yes to him now, not that she wasn't before, but she was very sure now. They walked up the plank and Stephanie tripped on the walkway and fell face first to the ground, catching herself with her hands. Randy looked in horror as he helped her up.
"I'm ok! I'm ok, nothing to see here! Move right along, klutz coming through," she said good-naturedly.
"You know, any other girl and they probably would've been mortified," he told her.
"Nah, unless I somehow fell off the boat, and got caught in a fishing net and came to the surface looking like Swamp Thing, I'm not going to get that easily embarrassed."
"That's a good thing."
"Hey, when you've had your tits and ass exposed to the world, you learn to deal with the little things," she said with a smile.
"Oh yeah," he said, "That had to suck."
"No, not really, it happens, it's life, and besides, it could've happened a lot more than it did, Chris actually saved me a bunch of times by pulling up my clothes. He's my lifesaver...get it, we're on a boat, lifesaver," she giggled, "I'm corny."
"Nah, you're just outgoing."
"Yeah, I get told that a lot," she said, "So where's the grub, I'm starving."
"Over here," he said as he led her over to the end of the yacht where there was a very fancy table awaiting them with a silver candelabra sitting in the middle. There were two silver trays with the lids on them, and Stephanie wondered what was under them. He led her over to her seat and pulled out her chair for her before sitting down himself.
Moments later, a guy in a smart tuxedo walked out and came over to their tables, filling their glasses with a red wine. The man put the wine back into a bucket and then took the lids off of the trays. Stephanie laughed as she saw a Mexican feast sitting in front of her. Such fancy digs for Mexican food.
"I talked to Chris, and he told me what you liked, and so yeah, I hope that's what you like."
"It is," she laughed, "You know, you didn't have to go to such great lengths to do all this for me, I'm perfectly content eating at normal places, and not on yachts."
"Yeah, but I wanted to make this special," he said, clearing his throat, "I really like you Stephanie, and I know that you probably never looked at me, cause I'm younger than you and everything, but I hope that we can have more dates. I always see you laughing and stuff, and you always look so happy..."
"Then you've obviously never seen me with my family," she joked.
"Well, I just want to try and make you happy too," he finished, "Stupid I know, but well, yeah."
"That's sweet Randy, I hope that we can see more of each other too, judging from the car ride over and your little speech, you're not such a bad guy to have around, despite being a youngin."
"You can eat now."
"Good, I was about to eat through my arm," she said, digging into her food, "Oh no, I don't have any way of bringing Chris food."
"Actually..." He gestured over to another table sitting just off to the side and she looked over and saw a white bag sitting on top of it. She didn't know what he was getting at for a moment, before she looked at him.
"You got Chris food too?"
"Yeah, I know that you two are close, and I don't want to infringe on any of that. I think it's great that you have such a good friend."
"That's so sweet of you," she said, "Wow, that earned you like so many points it's unbelievable. Chris will also appreciate it. Usually he's wary of guys I go out with, but dude, you brought him food, I'm sure he'll be worshipping you now."
"Good, because I figure if I'm good with him, then I'm good with you."
"Wow, cocky too, is there anything you can't do Randy Orton?"
"Well, I don't think I can have a war of the words with you, but I don't think anyone but Chris can."
"Ahh, you have much to learn young one," Stephanie said, "But let's wait until after I devour these enchiladas. They have spoken ill of my friends and I must destroy them or be destroyed!"
"I'm guessing you and Chris play with your food."
"But they never play back so it's no fun," she smiled, "You must think we're the biggest losers on the planet."
"Biggest, nah, I'm sure there are bigger."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
Chris watched television and wondered what Stephanie was doing. He glanced at his watch, 12:39, not too late yet, but he was still wondering where she could be. Hopefully having a good time, but not TOO good a time, he didn't want her reputation sullied. She had worked much too hard to earn the one she had.
"I come bearing gifts to the Lord Master Snooks, who rules not only his universe, but mine as well!"
"It's about time Stephers."
"Oh my God, did I pass out and it's Thursday or something?"
"No, you've been gone for three years and I'm still sitting here!"
"Really, wow, I have so much to learn, did we find a cure for the common Britney Spears addiction yet? You know, that alone can kill you."
"No, alas, she still roams out there, lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on us with her insane fast dance moves and lip-syncing talents!"
"No! Say it isn't so! I bring you food from the past," she said, thrusting the bag into his hands.
"Mmm, I'm starved, I did eat dinner, but you know me--"
"Able to eat entire cows in a single bound," she said, changing her voice to sound more news anchor-ish, "You will NOT believe what Randy did!"
"So the Dreamboat was a winner huh?"
"He took me on a YACHT, like a boat."
"I know what a yacht is Stephers, and he took you on one?"
"Uh huh, just to eat Mexican food, isn't that wild Snooks?"
"Like 'Wild and Crazy Kids' wild? Nah, but in its own way, yeah, it's pretty darn wild," he told her.
"Nothing can be like 'Wild and Crazy Kids.' Oh what I wouldn't give to have some of those challenges recreated," she sighed happily, "But there will definitely be more dates."
"Good, so he didn't touch you or anything inappropriately did he?"
"Oh no! He touched my hand, you have to go hurt him now! Of course he didn't touch me, I would've kicked him in the balls if he had done that."
"That's my girl," he said, hitting her cheek lightly.
"Inappropriate touching!" she shouted, "You touched my no-no area."
"Oh, I'll no-no you into the ground," he said as he started eating.
"No-no me into the ground? Is that anything like pushing me, because I'm not in the right outfit to be pushed, and if I'm going to get pushed, I'd rather be comfortable...because you wouldn't see me until next--"
"Fall," he mumbled with his mouth full, "Very funny, see you next fall."
"Oh, you clever boy, I wonder how your date will go with the blonde bombshell. I'm thinking she'll run away screaming when she sees your eating habits."
"I must warn the villagers of the killer tacos!"
"Oh no, not the killer tacos!" she said as she watched him eat. So in tune with each other, she thought, as she remembered her little bit with the enchilada.
"We must eat them or be eaten."
Stephanie just grabbed one of his tacos and started chomping down as they continued to pretend they were being attacked by their food.