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Mopping the Lunchroom
Brick: Boomer? Boomer!
Boomer's head snaps back to face Brick.
Brick: Did you get all that?
Boomer: (smiles and nods) Yup! I got it. But just in case, tell me the whole thing again, I wasn't listening.
Brick: (growls and rolls his eyes) You're gonna make a distraction then that cocky guard over there? The one passing out the forks and shit? He'll run over to you cause he likes to show how big and bad he is and hand the box to the skinny guy.
Brick explained, with hand movements and showing Boomer who was who.
Brick: While that's happening, I'll go over there and ask for a fork and knife. You've got the ones you walked in with right?
Boomer nodded.
Brick: Good. After lunch, when they're collecting back the forks and spoons and shit, all you gotta do is hide one pair and give back the other. They won't pat you down if you give a pair back. Got it?
Boomer: Yup!
Boomer picked the plastic fork and knife off his lunch tray and dropped them down his orange jumpsuit. Brick cocked an eyebrow at him in shock.
Brick: What the hell are you doing?
Boomer: Hiding the utensils, DUH.
Brick opened his mouth to say something but closed it and shook his head.
Brick: Just go make a ruckus.
Boomer: Alright, I'll go get my mans.
Brick: Who are you talking-?
Boomer: Jet! Hey, Jet Baby! Miss me?
Everyone in the room could see Jet's face morph into complete and utter fear. This time not of being beat up but rather of being possibly molested again. Specifically by Boomer.
Jet: Uh, not really...
Boomer: Aww, playin' hard to get I see,(plops down on Jet's lap) I like it.
A crowd was starting to form around the two, which caught the attention of the guards. The cocky guard that Brick had been speaking of, just like Brick had predicted, he handed the box of utensils to the guard to the left of him.
Brick: (thought) Perfect.
Boomer: Jet, that's a pretty cool name, y'know. You must be very fast. Hey, how bout I drop by your cell later and I can show you how fast my hand can jerk off your dick!
Jet: (gets red) Please, don't.
Boomer: Aw c'mon, it'll be fun~(rubs Jet's inner thigh)
Jet: (extremely uncomfortable) Uh...guards? A little help please?
A group of guards pushed through the crowd and pulled Boomer away from Jet, who blew him one last kiss. While the guards were busy lecturing Boomer, Brick made his way towards the lanky guards, holding the box of utensils. He noticeably tensed up as Brick approached and Brick smirked at this.
Brick: Yo, (reads name tag) Carl, hook me up with a fork and knife.
Though Carl was considered tall, Brick stood 4 inches taller. The fair height difference made Carl more anxious.
Carl: Sure, of course. (hands Brick utensils)
Brick: Thanks, see ya around Clark.
Carl: It's Carl...
But Brick had already left the scene. Now, Brick wasn't usually the one to actually cause mischief. He was the one who came up with the plans to cause mischief. He left that for Boomer and Butch who seemed to love to cause mischief. Don't get Brick wrong, he had nothing against causing trouble and distraught, he just despised the useless punishments.
They were a waste of time to him, he knew what he had done was wrong, that was the whole point. So why did he have to endure punishments and lectures about it? He refused to go through that so he let Boomer and Butch go through it. Cause they didn't seem to mind either way. But seeing how this time, Butch was put in solitary confinement and wasn't due to meet up with them for a loooong time, Brick brought it among himself to partake in all the fun. This time.
Butch lay on his cot bed, staring at the ceiling. He was DYING from boredom. Sitting in this small room, with nothing to do.
Butch: (thought) How long have I been here?
He got out of bed and knocked on the door. The narrow slit opened and Butch's dark green eyes were met by brown ones.
Blair: What?!
Blair, Butch's special guard, glared at him through the small opening. When they had first met, Butch had tried to seduce her into coming into the cell with him. Blair, who was actually Buttercup in disguise, threatened to tell Chief, leaving Butch bored.
Butch: How long will I be in here?
Blair: (smirks) A long time.
Butch: But How long?
Blair: (sigh) Once a week you will be able to see your brothers, but ONLY if I feel like it.
Butch: (frowns) Why do YOU decide if I go out or not?
Blair: (smirks) Cause I'm your special guard and I make all the important decisions on how to deal with you. As long as I'm your special guard, (looks into Butch's eyes) you're not going anywhere.
Butch punched the metal door in frustration, very slightly denting it. Buttercup was no where near concerned as Butch shouted profanities at her. She simply closed the slot.
Chief: (scowling) I want you to clean every last pile of mush from this entire room by the time I come back, do you understand?
Boomer: (bored tone) Yes, mother.
Chief: Bliss, will be here to watch over you.
Boomer: (wines) But MOOOOOOM! I don't NEED a babysitter!
Chief: Boomer, you know full well that I am not your mother!
Boomer: WhatEVER! (slumps away)
The Chief turned to Bliss, who was Blossom in disguise.
Chief: I really appreciate you coming in Bliss. I know that your not really meant to supervise Boomer.
Bliss: Oh, it really is no problem, Chief. A Rowdyruff is a Rowdyruff.
Chief: (nods and turns to Boomer) Get mopping, boy!
Boomer: (soldier salute) Yes Sir!
The Chief glared at Boomer and walked out, leaving Boomer and Bliss alone in the fairly sized cafeteria. Blossom took her position a full 2 feet away from Boomer, at all times. Never closer, never farther.
Boomer: Aren't you BRICK'S special guard? Why are you here? Where's Bethany?
Blossom knew not to ever speak with the inmates, especially the ruffs and she was damned if she was gonna break that rule.
Boomer: Hello? Do you speak?
Silence.
Boomer grinned. He thought that Bliss was very pretty but she was too stiff. So Boomer decided to conversationalize with her anyway, even if she didn't respond.
Boomer: So, do you come here often?
Bliss: ...
Boomer: No? I'll take that as a no.
Bliss: ...
Boomer: So uh, what's the deal with airline food, am I right?
Bliss: ...
Boomer frowned. Bliss was a stone cold wall and Boomer was starting to give up ever trying to talk to her. Before he got a 'great' idea.
Boomer: Do you wanna know why I got stuck in this crappy sitiation?
Bliss: ...
Boomer: I snuck a fork and knife out of the cafeteria, sharpened the knife with my teeth, used the now sharpened knife to sharpen the fork and threatened to stab and butt rape Jet if he didn't give me his phone number.
Blossom's uncontrollable need to point out every mistake took over Blossom's senses. She spoke, much to Boomer's delight.
Bliss: Ok 1, why didn't you sharpen the fork with your teeth instead? And 2, you went through all that trouble just to get a phone number?
Boomer: (nods) Yup! Brick helped me some but I don't think he knows about what I actually did with them. (nervously chuckles)
Blossom stared at Boomer, filled with confusement. How could any boy be this narrow minded?
Bliss: You are a strange little man.
Boomer: well, I wouldn't call myself 'little' if you know what I mean.
Blossom's face flushed when understanding what he was implying. Who cared how 'big' he was? Certainly not Blossom.
Bliss: Please, do not speak such vulgar phrases in my presence!
Boomer: (raises up hands) Woah! Getting a little wound up are we?
Bliss rolls her eyes and went back to staring ahead. Boomer realized something. This girl, Bliss, was gonna be tough to crack. Especially since she wasn't exactly the 'shy and strict' type. Boomer decided to challenge himself and make the most of his time there before Brick decided to break out. He'll get this female to fall for him, then leave.
Boomer: Hey, sorry about that. That was incredibly rude. Please forgive me.
Bliss: Whatever Boomer. Get back to mopping.
Boomer smiled. It would take some time but Bliss would be his.
Boomer: Right away Ms. Bliss.
***20 Minutes Later***
Bliss: Good work, Boomer. You can go to the field now.
Boomer: (smiles) Thanks, Bliss.
Bliss escorted Boomer out of the squeaky clean cafeteria into the front yard. The inmates immediately recognized the two and most knew that it meant, Bliss was off limits. But some were too ignorant to know or care. Boomer noticed one particular inmate staring too long at his target. He casually walked up to the man and whispered in his ear.
Boomer: (whisperes) If you ever look at her the wrong way again I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to recognize your ass from your fucking elbow...That came out wrong..or did it? (kisses the man's cheek) Don't tell Jet.
And with that, Boomer playfully hit the man's backside and sat by Brick on their bench. As the innocent Blossom stood by her sisters by the front of the doors.
Bethany: So how was it, with my counterpart?
Blair: (glares) He didn't give you lip did he?
Bliss: No no, none of that. He was...exactly like how I thought he would be like.
Blair: (scoffs and rolls eyes)
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