What's His Name
There's nothing more awkward than watching Penn try to flirt. The girl on the ground floor of the Cryptic office wasn't really helping matters by flirting back.
“You know,” she said, leaning back in the chair behind her cluttered desk. “I think you two could do well if you went full-time.”
Penn laughed. Teller rolled his eyes.
“Oh, yeah?” Penn asked. “And, uhm. Who's going to arrange something like that? You?”
Carlotta smiled. “I'm not a babysitter.”
“Isn't that what you guys are?” Penn asked as he sat down on her desk. “Professional babysitters?”
Oh, for crying out loud. There had to be somewhere else Teller could go to right now. Maybe he could go upstairs and help someone deface some record sleeves or something.
He got up and wandered out of the office, leaving Penn and Carlotta to... do whatever the hell it was they were doing. Upstairs, he did find one of those weird guys with an airbrush, using it to paint his toenails.
In a way, Teller was almost surprised that these guys had toenails. They looked just human enough to pass on a cursory glance, but if you really looked at them, they started to look very strange. Features sort of pulled back in odd, unfamiliar ways.
Still, this was better than watching Penn do disturbing things with that girl from accounts. He wandered over to the abused sofa and sat down on the far end, watching with a sort of odd curiosity. It occurred to him that he didn't even know the guy's name - or if they even had names. For all he knew, their stage personae were their real names. Not that it helped matters, since they never showed their faces when performing.
It didn't take long before Teller was noticed. Apparently satisfied with his very messy paint job, What's His Name put down the air brush and reached for a bowl of candies, which he offered to Teller.
Teller wasn't sure what they were, but it was a common tactic he'd employ, himself. He took one and popped it into his mouth, immediately wishing he hadn't. Practically choking on the taste alone, he spat it out and threw it at the wall, where it left a very bright blue mark. Rather like the sort of mark a bug leaves on a wind shield.
What's His Name looked at the splotch for a few moments before picking up one of the candies and throwing it against the wall.
Oh, yes. These things were much better as a graffiti implement. What's His Name began throwing the candies all around the room. It wasn't long before Teller started joining in, throwing the candies at various surfaces around the room, different colours creating a mosaic of splattered, running colours.
“Hey, Teller--”
As Penn walked into the room, What's His Name hit him in the face with several of the candies. They exploded with colour, covering his glasses and his hair as Teller and What's His Name erupted with a howling laughter.
“We gotta talk,” Penn said simply, turning to leave the room.