A/N: Notice
Yeah…I know I haven't updated this story in a very, very long time and I'm sorry about that. I got busy and I lost my muse so I didn't feel like writing for a long time to the point I forgot about this fic. Until I got a review in my e-mail recently telling me if I was going to even finish this story…and thanks to that person I finally started writing again so I will be updating this in a few days…I've been writing the next chapter recently so it will most likely come soon. So in the mean time, here is a short one-shot featuring the digidestined of my story!
Our Slang Game
"You drug store cowboy!" Eliza yelled at the young soldier boy.
"I'm not like that, you dead hoofer!" Roy spat back, earning a small gasp from the girl. They continued on like this, throwing insults at each other until another digidestined couldn't stand it anymore.
"Tck, they're at it again. If they keep having these squabbles we'll never get anywhere" a girl with short blue-black hair remarked. She looked to her right to see Alexandra going over to them to try and calm down the flapper and soldier before it gets out of hand like it usually does. The group of teens and digimon can't go more than ten feet without those two bickering at each other for no damn reason.
"Just get used to it, Allison. I don't even understand what their saying half the time" said a tall African-American boy.
Giving the younger boy a confused look she asked, "I thought you were from the 30's? Shouldn't you know some of the slang they're using?"
"Never had time to learn, always been working." he answered. The girl hummed in response watching the two teens continue to banter with Alexandra failing to stop them to the point that the girl just gave up and sat back down next to Cara with a defeated sigh, finding children easier to handle than those two. Some of the digimon and two others were out trying to find food to eat for the night before they decide to catch some rest they all needed.
"I bet you're a Clyde Hopping Jesabelle, aren't you?" Roy retorted to something Eliza said.
"What does that even mean? I bet it's something horrible…you snarf!"
"Now you're on the trolley! Of course the slang I'm using is mean and that last comment was uncalled for." Roy said a little miffed at being called a snarf.
"It's not fair that you know all of mine and I barely know what half the stuff you say even means!" Eliza huffed at the end.
"Well if you would stop harping on me about my gun I would teach you some," the boy said, getting tired of all this yelling.
The flapper thought about what he said when a wonderful idea came to her. "Hey that sounds good! Then we can secretly insult the others without them knowing what they mean" she smiled evilly.
"That doesn't sound too bad, Eliza. Truce?" he smiled holding out his right hand which the girl eagerly shook. Roy put his arm around her shoulder and they both turned around towards the rest of the digidestined giving off small bout of evil laughter. Everyone else felt a little creeped out at their sudden camaraderie to the point that they rather have them bickering at each other…
"We're back," Devon said followed by some of the digimon. When he looked around the clearing, he saw two people laughing crazily with the others with strange look on their faces, "Did I miss something?"
Here's some of the meaning to some of the stuff that Eliza and Roy said above.
Terminology:
Drug Store Cowboy: a man who hangs around on a corner to try and pick up girls.
Dead Hoofer: horrible dancer (for Eliza it's an insult. She takes pride in her dancing skills)
Clyde Hopping Jesabelle: 1940's slang for a whore
Snarf: referring to someone who draws pleasure from sniffing the seats of girls' bicycles.
"Now you're on the trolley!" means Now you got it or now you're right!
NEXT CHAPIE COMING SOON!