Roger, Andy, G
The twentieth prompt from my table:
046. Star
“Mirka,” Mardy says, “I have to go, will you be alright?”
She frowns at him from her spot on the floor, “of course I will, what are you talking about?”
“You’re using one of Roger’s tennis shoes as a pillow,” Mardy points out, crouching down beside her, “and your hand is stuck under the couch.”
“It’s not stuck,” Mirka says, “don’t be ridiculous.”
“It wouldn’t be if you let go off the shot glass, didn’t you ever hear the story about the raccoon?”
“I don’t think there’s a Swiss German equivalent,” Roger pipes up, clearly enjoying Mirka’s plight.
“Roger,” Mardy says, voice deceptively calm, “do you think you could help me with this?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Roger says sunnily, “ask her sometime about the incident involving jello shots and the kitchen cupboards.”
Mardy supposes he can leave her here like this if it has taken Roger’s mind off things. He honestly doubts she will even remember he was here by the time she is able to move independently from the toilet without an airsickness bag.
“Alright,” Mardy says, “but at least let me turn you on your side.”
Mirka snores.
“Christ.”
An evil giggle from Roger threatens to breaks his concentration as he maneuvers Mirka into a position where she hopefully won’t drown in her tequila-induced snooze.
“You are awfully vindictive for the world’s nicest tennis star in history.”
Roger treats him with a somber look, “even Gandhi enjoyed a little revenge every now and then.”
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046. Star
“Mirka,” Mardy says, “I have to go, will you be alright?”
She frowns at him from her spot on the floor, “of course I will, what are you talking about?”
“You’re using one of Roger’s tennis shoes as a pillow,” Mardy points out, crouching down beside her, “and your hand is stuck under the couch.”
“It’s not stuck,” Mirka says, “don’t be ridiculous.”
“It wouldn’t be if you let go off the shot glass, didn’t you ever hear the story about the raccoon?”
“I don’t think there’s a Swiss German equivalent,” Roger pipes up, clearly enjoying Mirka’s plight.
“Roger,” Mardy says, voice deceptively calm, “do you think you could help me with this?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Roger says sunnily, “ask her sometime about the incident involving jello shots and the kitchen cupboards.”
Mardy supposes he can leave her here like this if it has taken Roger’s mind off things. He honestly doubts she will even remember he was here by the time she is able to move independently from the toilet without an airsickness bag.
“Alright,” Mardy says, “but at least let me turn you on your side.”
Mirka snores.
“Christ.”
An evil giggle from Roger threatens to breaks his concentration as he maneuvers Mirka into a position where she hopefully won’t drown in her tequila-induced snooze.
“You are awfully vindictive for the world’s nicest tennis star in history.”
Roger treats him with a somber look, “even Gandhi enjoyed a little revenge every now and then.”
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