I declare it Comment Fic Wednesday
It is Wednesday (right?). I have one more day of work to go after this one. My arm really hurts this morning. Anything I might have to post about would probably be ridiculously self-centered, and I'm pretty sick of hearing about me, so I can't imagine anyone else wants to hear it either. Well, I could talk about last night's Deadliest Catch,
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Greg pushed his shopping cart through the "Gourmet Gadgets" section of the fancy food store he'd taken refuge in. He'd already piled dozens of items into the cart that he had no idea how to use but was captivated by their bright packaging or mysterious promise of romantic meals to come. He wasn't likely to use even a third of them before their expiration date but the store was cool and interesting and the day outside was hot and sticky.
Nick had been on one of his 'fugal' kicks. He didn't like it when the bills pushed past the allotment he set aside for each one during the month. There was no way Greg could cool off the house enough to feel comfortable on this his day off and not hear about the bill later. Grocery shopping solved that little problem. Oh, hey! Garlic scraper! Couldn't they use a garlic scraper? Greg flicked it into the cart. A quick glance at his watch showed him that Nick would be home in an hour. Time to make tracks, then. Just one more turn down the frozen foods section. Maybe another half-gallon of ice cream. Oh! Or maybe the pasta tongs with the cool blue handles! Nick liked pasta. They clattered down to settle next to the garlic scraper and the tiny, tiny cornichons in the bottom of his over-loaded cart. Greg headed for the check out. If he left now he'd have time to get all this put away and run the AC a while before Nick got in.
Maybe he'd get some take out on the way.
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...now we've both had a take on sweaty sex and no ones actually had sex yet (unless you did and didn't tell me). Seriously, we need to figure out how to get those two to bed!
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(I didn't write smut because it's always too long for comment fic. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.)
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Ooooh...Good plan! (Sorry about the lack of sex.)
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My senior year of high school I lived in South Dakota, where it actually gets Arizona-hot for at least a few days every summer. This girl in my class and her step-mom used to pretend they were car shopping so they could 'test drive' a car with air to the mall, and shop in the air. They don't let you test drive by yourself anymore, but those were the days, I guess.
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Greg wouldn't know what to do with a garlic scraper just yet...but he'll have time to learn in the winter when it's really pretty cold in Nevada. The heat from the stove will be welcome. Hmmm....No, never mind...I don't have time right now. Maybe for tomorrow as well! I do figure that he spent enough on non-dinnerable items to avoid the heat that he could have just run the AC. It would probably end up equal. At least he knows how to pick up take-outs.
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