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Who: Mercedes Jones and Lauren Zizes
Where: Downtown Lima
When: Saturday afternoon
Why: To prove they are not on a bad trip.
Warning: None!
It was early afternoon, shortly after Mercedes had gotten her car fixed. She should have driven home right after leaving Kurt and the repair shop, but she wasn't sure she wanted to sped the rest of the afternoon at hom, with her strangely perfect fifties parents. She had been cooped up in the house all week, she needed some time away from the house. Which is why she had ended up at a small ice cream shop on the edge of town. It seemed like a decent place to be, and she was in the mood for something sweet.
She stepped into the shop, and headed to the counter. She looked over the options of flavors, and then looked up at the way-too-perky girl on the other side of the conter. "Hi! Can I get a scoop of strawberry ice cream, please?" She figured being polite never hurt anyone. And her mother (the 2011 version of her mother) had always taught her to be polite to others. She followed this when it suited her, for the most part. And she figured being polite in the fifties suited her.
Once she got her scoop of ice cream, she settled onto a stool by the counter, her feet swinging since they were unable to touch the ground.
Where: Downtown Lima
When: Saturday afternoon
Why: To prove they are not on a bad trip.
Warning: None!
It was early afternoon, shortly after Mercedes had gotten her car fixed. She should have driven home right after leaving Kurt and the repair shop, but she wasn't sure she wanted to sped the rest of the afternoon at hom, with her strangely perfect fifties parents. She had been cooped up in the house all week, she needed some time away from the house. Which is why she had ended up at a small ice cream shop on the edge of town. It seemed like a decent place to be, and she was in the mood for something sweet.
She stepped into the shop, and headed to the counter. She looked over the options of flavors, and then looked up at the way-too-perky girl on the other side of the conter. "Hi! Can I get a scoop of strawberry ice cream, please?" She figured being polite never hurt anyone. And her mother (the 2011 version of her mother) had always taught her to be polite to others. She followed this when it suited her, for the most part. And she figured being polite in the fifties suited her.
Once she got her scoop of ice cream, she settled onto a stool by the counter, her feet swinging since they were unable to touch the ground.