This is kind of short, but I see it as comic relief. Sort of. And I guess I'm adding to Macca/Vinnie's "I act like I hate you but I might like you" type of relationship. At anyrate, here we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. This also applies to the previous chapter.

Macca stared stubbornly at the grocery store entrance from the seat of her bike. "Why do I have to do this with you?" she asked, glaring at Vinnie.

"Well, you ain't exactly a picnic, either," he pointed out, sneering at her.

"I'm sorry? What did you say to me?"

"Did I stutter? You heard me."

Macca huffed and turned away, swearing under her breath. "At any rate, we have to get this done in the next hour."

"Alright, give me the list," Vinnie said.

Macca looked mildly insulted. "No," she protested, bringing the slip of paper closer.

"Macca--"

"No!" Macca shouted, bolting toward the entrance with Vinnie in tow.

-x-

"Okay, so what are we supposed to get?" Vinnie asked, leaning against the cart, still holding Macca's jacket so she wouldn't run anymore.

"I don't know," Macca answered, giving him an annoyed look.

"Well, you have the list," he pointed out angrily, causing an elderly woman to glare at them and shuffle past. He watched to make sure the poor old woman was out of range before grabbing Macca by the collar. "Look, you--"

"I have a name, Snowflake," she shot back, crossing her arms. "Besides, you have to be nice to me if you want brownie points."

"Brownie points for what?" he snapped and Macca grinned.

"I was here first. And if you're mean to me, that means you go bye-bye." She waved at him and pulled away. "If you get brownie points, you get to stay." She popped up the collar of her leather jacket and winked at two teenage girls, causing them to swoon. "And, if you get enough, I can teach you that." She grinned and waltzed into the store.

"Yeah, but...I just want to see the list," Vinnie continued, following as she threw stuff into the cart. Macca threw the list at him and focused on putting several bags of cookies into the cart. "Mac."

"Yes, Snowflake?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Half this stuff isn't on the list," he pointed out, waving it in front of her.

"I know. But I want it."

"We don't have that kind of money."

"But I want it!" Macca wailed, collapsing on the floor. The same elderly woman from earlier shuffled up to him.

"Shame on you for making a girl cry," she said in her waivering voice and promptly smacked him with her purse. He cowered a bit until the woman left. Upon turning back to the cart, he noticed Macca was no longer lying in front of it throwing a tantrum but across the store flirting with more woman. He made an annoyed noise and hurried over to her, a wheel on the cart squeaking.

"Oh, Macca, who's your friend?" one of them asked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. Vinnie blinked a few times, faintly smitten before grabbing Macca's shoulder and dragging her off.

"Oh, come on, I'm just having fun," Macca whined.

"No more fun. We have to get this done."

"We can survive on cookies. I know I can."

Vinnie thought for a moment before turning in the direction of the checkout.

-x-

"Um, what did you want them to do?" Roadface asked Charley as she examined one of the bags of cookies.

"I don't know. I hadn't gotten that far. Didn't you guys get anything on the list?" Charley hollered.

"Milk," Vinnie answered, fighting with Macca over a bag of chocolate chip cookies.

"Can't have cookies without milk!" Macca agreed.

"Guys, you failed," Roadface said, leaning against the couch.

"We failed? I've never failed," Macca said proudly, placing her hands on her hips.

"Not true. You failed math class."

"Didn't count. Math is hard. Can you do math?"

"No, not really. At any rate, you cannot follow simple directions."

"So?" Vinnie asked, holding the bag out of Macca's reach.

Roadface turned and leaned her forehead against Modo's arm. "I give up."