None of them are holding tickets to that thing you love...

[leosarecynical]

Look at this post.

Now look at your characters.

Now back to this post.

Sadly, this post does not have your characters in it, BUT IT COULD.

Gray Raines is currently on a streetcorner, snogging a random woman he doesn't know. IT COULD BE YOUR CHARACTER. The reason for this snogging is because he may or may not have gotten into some trouble at a pool

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[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys wouldn't call it being held hostage exactly. She just went along with the nice man and smiled as they sat her down in a chair and offered them cookies when they lifted the gun at her. Nothing to be alarmed about!

None of them accepted though, so when the man bursts into the room Gladys just turns around as much as she thinks she can without getting in too much trouble with her captors, and holds up the large baggie of cookies.

"Sugar, or chocolate chip?" she asks with a grin.

[borntosingblues]

The two guys have already decided that they probably kidnapped the wrong little old lady and when the cops bust in, they throw their hands up and just look mildly relieved.

Presley, for his part, just eyes Gladys a bit and then takes one hand off his gun to lift his hat in her direction. "Evenin', ma'am. You appear to be in a hostage situation."

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys is kind of oblivious to the fact that the men that kidnapped her are just giving up. She was kind of oblivious to their discomfort in the first place. It's just her way.

"Oh, I don't think that's what it was. Do you think that's what it was?" She turns to her captors. "Well, no matter. It wasn't any big deal. I was just asking these nice young men if their mothers knew they were out and about this late, and then I asked them if they wanted a cookie. Nothing to worry about, officer." She beams at him and shakes the bag in his direction. "What about you, young man? Would you like a cookie? Or ooo, I think I left my bag on the street--it was sort of a swoop-up, you see, these poor young men were in such a rush they didn't have the time to let me go back and get it. No matter, it's probably still there. Anyway, I have BROWNIES in my big bag if you'd like one."

The smile is still there and somehow still genuine. Don't ask her how she does it--it's sort of just who she is.

[borntosingblues]

Presley, being from Tennessee and having a rather overzealous southern grandmother, takes all of that in stride. He is probably the only person in the world who would. He just calmly walks over to the two men and cuffs them, nodding along to Gladys's story.

"Well, ma'am. I think I'd love a brownie. Awful kind of you to offer. Just let me get these two boys to the car and we can see about gettin' your other bag. Won't be no trouble at all." He beams at her and then proceeds to smack both men upside their heads. "Idjits. Your mamas didn't teach you nothin' about how to treat a lady?" He shoves them towards the door where they're promptly collected by his partner.

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys beams. "That's very kind of you, young man," she says. "Very very kind. Too kind in fact, but I think that's a flaw worth having." She nods almost knowingly, then her face softens as Presely speaks to her captors.

"Oh, those boys didn't mean any harm. They were just in a rush, that's all. It was very kind of you to come here, though. I'm sure I just left it out there on the street. Uh, would you mind holding these while I untie my feet?" Apparently the captors got as far as binding her ankles to the chair she's sitting in before giving up on her. Having cookies shoved in your face will do that.

"We won't get very far if I have to walk around with this chair attached to me, poor thing," Gladys chuckles.

[borntosingblues]

Presley shoves his gun back into his holster, chuckling a little before taking Gladys's bag and tilting his hat a bet at her. "Name's Lt. King, ma'am. You can call me Presley. And I'm sure those boys'll have a good story to tell my boss at the precinct and you won't have to worry none about 'em."

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys beams at him. "Well it's lovely to meet you, Presley. And thank you very much for the reassurance. They're just confused, poor things, and in a bit of a rush."

She's charmed, to say the least. She hasn't met a boy this kind and thoughtful in quite some time. She likes nice people. She's considering baking him ALL THE COOKIES. Or something.