Post by Jessica E. Mathis on Jun 20, 2016 18:20:29 GMT -6
Katy Perry. Katy Freakin' Perry. For the fifth time in a row. The blonde sitting alone at one end of the bar on this Monday night glared at the four girls, all four of them several years her senior, as they fangirled the Tunes Box.
Woman: "We need a live freakin' Jock on nights like this."
She mutters to herself before running her hands through her shoulder length light blond hair. She leans back in her bar stool height chair and lets out and exasperated sigh which draws the attention of the handsome african-american man behind the bar. He wears a gray t-shirt with the name "Palm Sweats" on the front in a combination of blue and red. He slips down the bar and pulls up the soda gun, firing off another around of what looks like Ginger Ale into the woman's empty glass.
Bartender: "You know, if Perry didn't really want that thing in here, I could accidentally unplug it."
The woman looks at him a moment, as if seriously considering the idea before shaking her head.
Woman: "I don't think so, Bryan. Not that the idea isn't appealing. But I don't want you getting into trouble."
Bryan chcukles.
Bryan: "No way he'd yell at me, Jess."
Jess shrugs.
Jess: "Yeah. It'd be my fault, as per usual. 'Jessica Mathis!' He would bellow. Walking up behind me with his hands on his hips, his nostrils looking like the intake on a jumbo jet."
Bryan starts to smile at this, but his look quickly changes neutral, warning Jess just in time...maybe...to cut off her diatribe. A tall, overly tanned, disheveled looking man walks up behind Jess. She sighs and turns around to the man.
Jessica Mathis: "Perry Arwhitz. You are exactly..."
She checks the clock.
Jessica Mathis: "Forty-three minutes late for taking over."
The man steps around her, shrugging his suit jacket off, handing it to Bryan who turns and 'accidentally drops it on the mat behind the bar before picking it up and hanging it on hook mounted to the side of what looks to be an old ice maker.
Perry Arwhitz: "Maybe I just needed the extra time to get my nostrils to stop looking like a seven-eight-seven?"
He raises his eyebrows. Jessica flushes a little.
Jessica Mathis: "Um. Oops?"
Perry snorts.
Perry Arwhitz: "Don't sweat it kid. In two weeks, you're going to be an absent partner. Then we can both get on with our lives. Don't forget to send us postcards. I'm sure the gathering throng..."
He gestures to the club with it's four giggling patrons.
Perry Arwhitz: 'Will want to see how you do and where you go."
Jessica gets down from her bar seat and finds herself looking up at the mans indeed flaring nostrils. She can't help but grin.
Jessica Mathis: "I'm sure it will do them good to know that something good is associated with this place."
Perry glares down at her. Behind Jess, Bryan moves up.
Bryan: "Sorry to break up the love fest, but Jess, you have your last appointment with your trainer in an hour. You need to go get ready."
She turns to Bryan, nodding.
Jessica Mathis: "Thanks, Bry. I appreciate that. Good to know someone has my back."
She nods to Perry.
Jessica Mathis: "Hope you have a great night, Perry. Honestly. Anything that gets Katy Perry off the box."
Perry Arwhitz: "I kinda like it."
Jess sighs and turns, moving away in her blue jeans and silver t-shirt with pink trim....
--- Two hours later ---
Jessica Mathis: "This is not exactly what I had in mind for a final training session."
Now in black tights and a pink top with a silver sport bra beneath, Jess looks a bit out of place at the kitchen table, obviously in an apartment. A tall, and the key word is TALL, man approaches, wearing an apron and carrying a platter of pre-assembled burgers.
Man: "Medium well, just like you like."
Jess smiles, watching as the platter of burgers joins the large bowl of "tater" salad, cole slaw and baked beans.
Jessica Mathis: "You know, Rob. I don't think I could eat all of this food in a week."
The man smiles. He is seven feet tall, this brown haired nightmare. His eyes are a piercing shade of grey. He is well tanned and muscles abound on his shoulders, arms and pretty well everywhere else. If he could flex his eyeballs, they probably have biceps.
Rob: "This is the last training session. The first pupil of Robert Keyhome, former RAWF World Tag Team Champion and CPA is going to spread her wings and fly. I'll tell you what, I can't wait to see how you do."
Jess grabs a burger and drops it on her plate, grabbing the wooden spoon in the tater salad.
Jessica Mathis: "I hope I do you proud. With the training I've had, right now I feel like I could take on the world."
Robert grabs himself a burger and drops it to the plate, spooning on some slaw next to it.
Robert Keyhome: "You need to be careful of that. I love the confidence, kiddo, but you have to keep in mind, you're going into this totally blind. It's like figuring out long division and thinking you can automatically do calculus."
Jess stops mid bite, burger hovering over the plate.
Jessica Mathis: "Long....division?"
Robert sighs.
Robert Keyhome: "Dear, God. Just for get it, kiddo. Eat your burger and enjoy. You're about to experience a real storm, so enjoy the calm while you can. Oh. Do me one favor?"
Jessica nods as she chases burger juice down her chin with a napkin.
Robert Keyhome: "Remember to send me back those little spoons from the places you travel? I want to start that collection up again."
Jessica hides a laugh behind her napkin.
Jessica Mathis: "That I can do. I thought you were going to ask for thimbles."
Robert looks at her funny for a second, then looks at his thumbs, which look like they have six packs, and laughs.
--- END ---
Woman: "We need a live freakin' Jock on nights like this."
She mutters to herself before running her hands through her shoulder length light blond hair. She leans back in her bar stool height chair and lets out and exasperated sigh which draws the attention of the handsome african-american man behind the bar. He wears a gray t-shirt with the name "Palm Sweats" on the front in a combination of blue and red. He slips down the bar and pulls up the soda gun, firing off another around of what looks like Ginger Ale into the woman's empty glass.
Bartender: "You know, if Perry didn't really want that thing in here, I could accidentally unplug it."
The woman looks at him a moment, as if seriously considering the idea before shaking her head.
Woman: "I don't think so, Bryan. Not that the idea isn't appealing. But I don't want you getting into trouble."
Bryan chcukles.
Bryan: "No way he'd yell at me, Jess."
Jess shrugs.
Jess: "Yeah. It'd be my fault, as per usual. 'Jessica Mathis!' He would bellow. Walking up behind me with his hands on his hips, his nostrils looking like the intake on a jumbo jet."
Bryan starts to smile at this, but his look quickly changes neutral, warning Jess just in time...maybe...to cut off her diatribe. A tall, overly tanned, disheveled looking man walks up behind Jess. She sighs and turns around to the man.
Jessica Mathis: "Perry Arwhitz. You are exactly..."
She checks the clock.
Jessica Mathis: "Forty-three minutes late for taking over."
The man steps around her, shrugging his suit jacket off, handing it to Bryan who turns and 'accidentally drops it on the mat behind the bar before picking it up and hanging it on hook mounted to the side of what looks to be an old ice maker.
Perry Arwhitz: "Maybe I just needed the extra time to get my nostrils to stop looking like a seven-eight-seven?"
He raises his eyebrows. Jessica flushes a little.
Jessica Mathis: "Um. Oops?"
Perry snorts.
Perry Arwhitz: "Don't sweat it kid. In two weeks, you're going to be an absent partner. Then we can both get on with our lives. Don't forget to send us postcards. I'm sure the gathering throng..."
He gestures to the club with it's four giggling patrons.
Perry Arwhitz: 'Will want to see how you do and where you go."
Jessica gets down from her bar seat and finds herself looking up at the mans indeed flaring nostrils. She can't help but grin.
Jessica Mathis: "I'm sure it will do them good to know that something good is associated with this place."
Perry glares down at her. Behind Jess, Bryan moves up.
Bryan: "Sorry to break up the love fest, but Jess, you have your last appointment with your trainer in an hour. You need to go get ready."
She turns to Bryan, nodding.
Jessica Mathis: "Thanks, Bry. I appreciate that. Good to know someone has my back."
She nods to Perry.
Jessica Mathis: "Hope you have a great night, Perry. Honestly. Anything that gets Katy Perry off the box."
Perry Arwhitz: "I kinda like it."
Jess sighs and turns, moving away in her blue jeans and silver t-shirt with pink trim....
--- Two hours later ---
Jessica Mathis: "This is not exactly what I had in mind for a final training session."
Now in black tights and a pink top with a silver sport bra beneath, Jess looks a bit out of place at the kitchen table, obviously in an apartment. A tall, and the key word is TALL, man approaches, wearing an apron and carrying a platter of pre-assembled burgers.
Man: "Medium well, just like you like."
Jess smiles, watching as the platter of burgers joins the large bowl of "tater" salad, cole slaw and baked beans.
Jessica Mathis: "You know, Rob. I don't think I could eat all of this food in a week."
The man smiles. He is seven feet tall, this brown haired nightmare. His eyes are a piercing shade of grey. He is well tanned and muscles abound on his shoulders, arms and pretty well everywhere else. If he could flex his eyeballs, they probably have biceps.
Rob: "This is the last training session. The first pupil of Robert Keyhome, former RAWF World Tag Team Champion and CPA is going to spread her wings and fly. I'll tell you what, I can't wait to see how you do."
Jess grabs a burger and drops it on her plate, grabbing the wooden spoon in the tater salad.
Jessica Mathis: "I hope I do you proud. With the training I've had, right now I feel like I could take on the world."
Robert grabs himself a burger and drops it to the plate, spooning on some slaw next to it.
Robert Keyhome: "You need to be careful of that. I love the confidence, kiddo, but you have to keep in mind, you're going into this totally blind. It's like figuring out long division and thinking you can automatically do calculus."
Jess stops mid bite, burger hovering over the plate.
Jessica Mathis: "Long....division?"
Robert sighs.
Robert Keyhome: "Dear, God. Just for get it, kiddo. Eat your burger and enjoy. You're about to experience a real storm, so enjoy the calm while you can. Oh. Do me one favor?"
Jessica nods as she chases burger juice down her chin with a napkin.
Robert Keyhome: "Remember to send me back those little spoons from the places you travel? I want to start that collection up again."
Jessica hides a laugh behind her napkin.
Jessica Mathis: "That I can do. I thought you were going to ask for thimbles."
Robert looks at her funny for a second, then looks at his thumbs, which look like they have six packs, and laughs.
--- END ---
