"Oh, I've been listenin', and you're right," Wes agrees, going through cabinets and shelves and somehow locating a fresh box of donuts for Gert. "Definitely nothin' special-- huh."
That would be him finally looking at the dinosaur.
He shakes it off, and pulls a selection of cans from the nearest refrigerator.
Gert grabs a can of cola from the selection and pops the tab.
"Thanks. I mean seriously," she continues, picking one donut from the box and passing the rest over for O.L. to gobble down, "look at Britney Spears. She can't sing for shit. But she's blond, probably anorexic and apparently hot, so she's top of the Billboard Hot 100. But hey, at least she's not Jessica Simpson."
"Me neither, but my friend Molly is really into all the tweenybopper bubblegum pop stuff," she says with a shrug. "Probably has something to do with her being a twelve year old girl."
O.L looks up form her donuts, returning Wes's look with a rather beady... glare? It could be a glare, maybe. But with a dinosaur how can you really tell?
"Ah, the twelve year old girl. Truly a beast beyond comprehension. Only a few months shy of being a teenage girl, by far the most terrible and awesome creature to exist in any universe."
... one theory is that Wes absorbs alcohol into his blood simply by standing in close proximity to it.
He does not risk the dinosaur glare (much), and grins at it before looking back at Gert.
"Yeah, and this pre-teen is especially terrifying," Gert says thoughtfully. Not many 12 year olds can hold their own against a full grown deinonychus or Wolverine (the X-man; not the animal. Although she could take one of those too.)
"She won't bite," Gert says out of no where, referring to Old Lace. "She looks scary but she's a big softie most of the time."
"Can I get a soda and a box of jelly donuts?"
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That would be him finally looking at the dinosaur.
He shakes it off, and pulls a selection of cans from the nearest refrigerator.
"Take your pick."
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"Thanks. I mean seriously," she continues, picking one donut from the box and passing the rest over for O.L. to gobble down, "look at Britney Spears. She can't sing for shit. But she's blond, probably anorexic and apparently hot, so she's top of the Billboard Hot 100. But hey, at least she's not Jessica Simpson."
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"--I'll take your word for it." He grins at Gert. "Never heard of either of 'em. But I'm not much into popular music."
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O.L looks up form her donuts, returning Wes's look with a rather beady... glare? It could be a glare, maybe. But with a dinosaur how can you really tell?
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... one theory is that Wes absorbs alcohol into his blood simply by standing in close proximity to it.
He does not risk the dinosaur glare (much), and grins at it before looking back at Gert.
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"She won't bite," Gert says out of no where, referring to Old Lace. "She looks scary but she's a big softie most of the time."
Just don't get on their bad side.
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He eyes the dinosaur again, but smiles as he nods.
"It's the teeth, I think. Anything with that many teeth, it's probably smart to be wary of it."
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