Smoothie's and Heart Throbs
*All elements of Mystere and Kooza belong to Cirque Du Soleil. All elements of Las Vegas belong to the State of Nevada.
"WELL…thank GODS we got away from there," Trickster huffed as he led the still exasperate Master of Ceremonies to Mystere away from the Treasure Island, breezing past tourists.
"Yes…but at least NOW you can see why I don't come out here often…" Moha sighed as they sat at a table in a nearby plaza of store booths selling t-shirts and other Vegas souvenirs, "At least INSIDE the theater, things don't CHANGE so RAPIDLY…"
"Maybe not RAPIDLY…but I'VE noticed change in your world, even after my arrival WITHOUT Kooza affecting it," Trickster countered, "But before we go into that…where's this?" He pointed to the little shop with a tropical theme about it that they sat in front of.
"OH! This, uh…when we of Mystere come out to the streets to promote the show…sometimes we'll come to this smoothie shop…they've some VERY good smoothies!"
"REALLY? Wanna bet on that?" Trickster asked with a sly grin…Moha IMMEDIATELY swept out of his seat, accepting the challenge with a simple question;
"What flavor?"
Soon, they were both sharing a strawberry-banana smoothie (Trickster INSISTED they share one) as Moha tried getting over a brain freeze RIGHT AFTER his VERY FIRST sip…
"Haven't had these in a while, eh?" Trickster chuckled as Moha recovered from his freeze episode.
"Well no…last time I ordered one of these, Ironically, La belle ordered this flavor…" His face suddenly turned slightly sad…Trickster could probably tell why…
He stirred the straw in the smoothie as he softly whispered, "Still torn about Belle getting together with the Cube man, Gabriel, aren't you?"
Moha-Samedi shrugged, pulling the smoothie away from Trickster to take a sip, hoping more brain freeze would possibly numb his brain, "A little…I-I thought I was…I mean…"
Trickster blinked, pulling the straw out of the smoothie to lick it as he gave Moha a look that he USUALLY gave the Narrator when trying to guess his train of thought, "MAYBE?" He purred, "You THOUGHT you were? Prey tell the meaning behind those words my dear Narrator," he said, licking the straw in a way that made Moha question whether or not Trickster was using this day off to try and get under his shirt again…
"It's just…she actually came up to me and told me herself…but she REALLY still wants to be friends…and…I'm…actually-"
Before Moha could continue with that statement, his stomach suddenly GROWLED…LOUDLY. Trickster laughed.
"Hungry, narrator?"
Moha sighed, smiling humorously at the irony of the situation, "STARVING," He sighed, actually glad for the interruption, unorthodox as it was.
"Well then, c'mon handsome, let's get something to eat," Trickster said, rising from his seat.
"HEY-! I'M supposed to be showing YOU around! You're breaking the rule!" Moha pouted humorously as Trickster walked over to the other side of the table, fingers tracing the table's edge…
"Well…I know somewhere that suits BOTH our tastes and stomachs…so c'mon," He helped Moha out of his seat as he then whispered, "You can continue your story of lost love there."
*Yeah, the smoothie shop they were at...I've been there, SUCH GOOOOOOD SMOOOTHIIIIEEESSS…ANYWAY, as you may have noticed, the story is kinda loosely based off my own experience in Vegas as well…so…where ARE they going for a bite? You'll see ;)