Post by Toni Craft on Jan 29, 2008 5:20:55 GMT
Talk about awkward…
Normally Toni lives for awkward, but this is awkward of a whole new level for her. How often do you know who you’re supposed to semi-quasi marry and have kids with before the whole thing even happens?
So she’d been walking down the hall, intent on grabbing a bite to eat in the kitchen before heading off to the ‘junk room’ (the little corner of the base where everything busted and recyclable gets tossed so that the building and maintenance crews can use it) to get her daily dose of necessary iron. Of course she never expected to walk into the kitchen/cafeteria-thing to find Jack, her future lover, sitting there.
And she would have simply whistled, turned and walked straight out the door, but that would defy every inappropriate-situation-feeding DNA strand in her body. So despite every attempt to make her legs take her back out the door, Toni only manages to walk farther into the room...closer towards the man that would eventually impregnate her...three times…
Awkward is quickly becoming a drastic understatement.
There are very few things that would ever put Toni on edge, and for all her random chatter, she never would have thought it’d be the sight of her soon to be partner in all things romantic and intimate.
“Uh...hey…” She finally manages, grabbing a glass and serving herself some juice that’s probably just colour, aspartame and water.
Normally Toni lives for awkward, but this is awkward of a whole new level for her. How often do you know who you’re supposed to semi-quasi marry and have kids with before the whole thing even happens?
So she’d been walking down the hall, intent on grabbing a bite to eat in the kitchen before heading off to the ‘junk room’ (the little corner of the base where everything busted and recyclable gets tossed so that the building and maintenance crews can use it) to get her daily dose of necessary iron. Of course she never expected to walk into the kitchen/cafeteria-thing to find Jack, her future lover, sitting there.
And she would have simply whistled, turned and walked straight out the door, but that would defy every inappropriate-situation-feeding DNA strand in her body. So despite every attempt to make her legs take her back out the door, Toni only manages to walk farther into the room...closer towards the man that would eventually impregnate her...three times…
Awkward is quickly becoming a drastic understatement.
There are very few things that would ever put Toni on edge, and for all her random chatter, she never would have thought it’d be the sight of her soon to be partner in all things romantic and intimate.
“Uh...hey…” She finally manages, grabbing a glass and serving herself some juice that’s probably just colour, aspartame and water.
