Post by Toni Craft on Jul 1, 2008 3:20:01 GMT
A picnic…
Not really the most original idea for a date (or whatever this could be called), but she had to give the wolf-man some props for giving an old practice some new life. Picnics were usually done in lame chick flicks and cliched teen movies, but rarely in real life. Somewhere around the knee-high neon socks of the eighties the picnic had lost its appeal.
“It’s just like eating inside, only you’re outside. And on the ground. With ants. And wasps. And...who’s idea was this again?” Toni asks, lips twisting up in sour confusion. “How come we always do your ideas and those ideas always involve icky stuff like nature? I still think my idea of going to the dump to shoot rats with a beebee gun is totally valid. It’d be a great bonding experience for us! Nothing says ‘let’s spend time together’ like watching rodent brain matter splatter all over a rusted ’52 Chevy.”
Adjusting the weight of the picnic cooler hanging off her shoulder, Toni follows Jack and the winding path down toward the lake. A cool breeze flitters up from the water, keeping the bugs away while the sun beats down through the trees.
“Alright, so maybe this isn’t so bad.” She says with a grin as she plucks a dandelion puff from its stem and proceeds to blow the little white parachutes into the wind and Jack’s face.
Not really the most original idea for a date (or whatever this could be called), but she had to give the wolf-man some props for giving an old practice some new life. Picnics were usually done in lame chick flicks and cliched teen movies, but rarely in real life. Somewhere around the knee-high neon socks of the eighties the picnic had lost its appeal.
“It’s just like eating inside, only you’re outside. And on the ground. With ants. And wasps. And...who’s idea was this again?” Toni asks, lips twisting up in sour confusion. “How come we always do your ideas and those ideas always involve icky stuff like nature? I still think my idea of going to the dump to shoot rats with a beebee gun is totally valid. It’d be a great bonding experience for us! Nothing says ‘let’s spend time together’ like watching rodent brain matter splatter all over a rusted ’52 Chevy.”
Adjusting the weight of the picnic cooler hanging off her shoulder, Toni follows Jack and the winding path down toward the lake. A cool breeze flitters up from the water, keeping the bugs away while the sun beats down through the trees.
“Alright, so maybe this isn’t so bad.” She says with a grin as she plucks a dandelion puff from its stem and proceeds to blow the little white parachutes into the wind and Jack’s face.
