Cheeseburger #2/#6/#11--"Daring"/"Escaping"/"Fighting"
Author: leiamoody
Title: Daring
Rating: PG
Challenge: Cheeseburger #2, “noob”
Story: Maybe December
Summary: Jamie wants a motorcycle.
Word Count: 305
“It’s just a whimsy left over from when I was younger.” Jamie flipped back to the catalog page which contained the picture and relevant info on the Triumph Bonneville T100.
“But you’ve never been on a cycle before.” Allyson speared another grapefruit slice into her mouth. Saturday morning breakfast at her place meant a full spread, including the grapefruit because she liked it.
“I rode on the back of my aunt’s T140.” Jamie grinned, then gathered up a cherry blintz from the basket just south of his elbow. “Up and back again down a country road. I was the happiest nine year old in Cumbria.”
“Isn’t that how every little boy’s dream begins? One cool experience plants a seed in the unconscious, and that desire never leaves.”
Allsyon swirled the mixture of orange, cranberry, and apple juices in her glass labeled “Tampa” (an old family souvenir). “I’ll admit wanting real ballet shoes. The ones used in actual performances.” She took a big swallow of her juice concoction. “Ballet is different from motorcycles.”
“Dancing on your toes and practicing starvation is less dangerous than riding on a motorized bike?” Jamie took a large bite from the cherry blintz.
“It’s different levels of danger. But riding a crotch rocket’s got more statistics to verify its not always safe.”
“I’m aware of the risks.”
“I won’t stop you, in case one does come your way.” Allyson touched his arm. “But I do have some right to worry about your safety.”
“I understand, love.” He moved the plate filled with leftover bacon, a quarter-devoured cherry blintz, and some omelette crumbs aside. Then he leaned across the table and kissed her.
Allyson giggled. “If you get a sidecar, maybe I can join you?”
“Could I entice you to wrap your arms round my waist and ride on the back instead?”
Author: leiamoody
Title: Escaping
Rating: PG
Challenge: Cheeseburger #6, “I can has”
Story: Maybe December
Summary: Jamie/Allyson/Kelly/Croy go into a convenience store on Thanksgiving.
Word Count: 129
They entered 7-11, assigned to gather specific necessities for the upcoming road trip:
1. Jamie grabbed four 20 ounce Cokes and a 2 liter of the same caffeinated elixir (to be mixed with rum and consumed after hours)
2. Croy headed for the kettle cooked potato chips and cheese drenched popcorn
3. Allyson commandeered six packs of Jolly Ranchers (watermelon and apple), three bags of Starburst, and four huge Hershey bars (two plain chocolate, two almond/chocolate)
4. Kelly picked out six bottles of Deer Park, then grabbed a container of wet wipes
Their destination: unknown (although a vaguely spoken plan involved heading out to Sailors’ Hill for dock walking).
Their purpose: fleeing the uncomfortable atmosphere of the post-dinner Thanksgiving household (belongs to Allyson and Kelly’s parental units, the Randolphs).
Author: leiamoody
Title: Fighting
Rating: PG
Challenge: Cheeseburger #11, “o rly?”
Story: Maybe December
Summary: Jamie’s night is disturbed by a fight.
Word Count: 244
Frat Boy landed a solid right hook on Yuppie Guy. Then Frat Boy went face down on the floor, while Yuppie Guy only stumbled backwards; everyone gathered around in a semi-circle fashion moved back to give him falling room. Nobody was going to save the jerk from splatting into the liquid/food mess on the pub floor, because Frat Boy started it by getting into fight with Yuppie over the latter’s girlfriend. He could stay on that dirty floor until somebody picked him up and impolitely showed him the exit…
…Of course that was an employee’s job…so the bartender and shift manager were dispatched to send Frat Boy away…
“Bloody hell,” Jamie muttered. He’d come down late from “home” (a stomach virus had popped round about noon, and decided to hang out well into the night). He felt awful, but assumed a typical weeknight in July would be mellow. But these yobs decided to ruin a halfway decent evening (Jamie was able to sit in the back office with a huge bottle of ginger ale, chilling his body and keeping his mind semi-alert). Yelling and crashing from the bar caused him to jump, wobble, then rush out to see the damage.
Two morons fighting over some girl, the classic tale of drunk dummies. Jamie had no sympathy for anyone in that equation…by closing time, he was going to require Mountain Dew, crackers, and ibuprofen to get over the effects of the stomach bug and stupidity.
Title: Daring
Rating: PG
Challenge: Cheeseburger #2, “noob”
Story: Maybe December
Summary: Jamie wants a motorcycle.
Word Count: 305
“It’s just a whimsy left over from when I was younger.” Jamie flipped back to the catalog page which contained the picture and relevant info on the Triumph Bonneville T100.
“But you’ve never been on a cycle before.” Allyson speared another grapefruit slice into her mouth. Saturday morning breakfast at her place meant a full spread, including the grapefruit because she liked it.
“I rode on the back of my aunt’s T140.” Jamie grinned, then gathered up a cherry blintz from the basket just south of his elbow. “Up and back again down a country road. I was the happiest nine year old in Cumbria.”
“Isn’t that how every little boy’s dream begins? One cool experience plants a seed in the unconscious, and that desire never leaves.”
Allsyon swirled the mixture of orange, cranberry, and apple juices in her glass labeled “Tampa” (an old family souvenir). “I’ll admit wanting real ballet shoes. The ones used in actual performances.” She took a big swallow of her juice concoction. “Ballet is different from motorcycles.”
“Dancing on your toes and practicing starvation is less dangerous than riding on a motorized bike?” Jamie took a large bite from the cherry blintz.
“It’s different levels of danger. But riding a crotch rocket’s got more statistics to verify its not always safe.”
“I’m aware of the risks.”
“I won’t stop you, in case one does come your way.” Allyson touched his arm. “But I do have some right to worry about your safety.”
“I understand, love.” He moved the plate filled with leftover bacon, a quarter-devoured cherry blintz, and some omelette crumbs aside. Then he leaned across the table and kissed her.
Allyson giggled. “If you get a sidecar, maybe I can join you?”
“Could I entice you to wrap your arms round my waist and ride on the back instead?”
Author: leiamoody
Title: Escaping
Rating: PG
Challenge: Cheeseburger #6, “I can has”
Story: Maybe December
Summary: Jamie/Allyson/Kelly/Croy go into a convenience store on Thanksgiving.
Word Count: 129
They entered 7-11, assigned to gather specific necessities for the upcoming road trip:
1. Jamie grabbed four 20 ounce Cokes and a 2 liter of the same caffeinated elixir (to be mixed with rum and consumed after hours)
2. Croy headed for the kettle cooked potato chips and cheese drenched popcorn
3. Allyson commandeered six packs of Jolly Ranchers (watermelon and apple), three bags of Starburst, and four huge Hershey bars (two plain chocolate, two almond/chocolate)
4. Kelly picked out six bottles of Deer Park, then grabbed a container of wet wipes
Their destination: unknown (although a vaguely spoken plan involved heading out to Sailors’ Hill for dock walking).
Their purpose: fleeing the uncomfortable atmosphere of the post-dinner Thanksgiving household (belongs to Allyson and Kelly’s parental units, the Randolphs).
Author: leiamoody
Title: Fighting
Rating: PG
Challenge: Cheeseburger #11, “o rly?”
Story: Maybe December
Summary: Jamie’s night is disturbed by a fight.
Word Count: 244
Frat Boy landed a solid right hook on Yuppie Guy. Then Frat Boy went face down on the floor, while Yuppie Guy only stumbled backwards; everyone gathered around in a semi-circle fashion moved back to give him falling room. Nobody was going to save the jerk from splatting into the liquid/food mess on the pub floor, because Frat Boy started it by getting into fight with Yuppie over the latter’s girlfriend. He could stay on that dirty floor until somebody picked him up and impolitely showed him the exit…
…Of course that was an employee’s job…so the bartender and shift manager were dispatched to send Frat Boy away…
“Bloody hell,” Jamie muttered. He’d come down late from “home” (a stomach virus had popped round about noon, and decided to hang out well into the night). He felt awful, but assumed a typical weeknight in July would be mellow. But these yobs decided to ruin a halfway decent evening (Jamie was able to sit in the back office with a huge bottle of ginger ale, chilling his body and keeping his mind semi-alert). Yelling and crashing from the bar caused him to jump, wobble, then rush out to see the damage.
Two morons fighting over some girl, the classic tale of drunk dummies. Jamie had no sympathy for anyone in that equation…by closing time, he was going to require Mountain Dew, crackers, and ibuprofen to get over the effects of the stomach bug and stupidity.