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Post by SarahSyna on Jul 31, 2012 11:04:28 GMT -8
"What, and put up with a speech about how much better English comedians are than American or Italian ones? Hell no. Holy fuck, are you alright?"
Gabrielle looked at him, horrified. If she'd known that he'd act like that, she never would have made that joke.
Well, she probably would have. But she wouldn't been quite so blunt about it.
She reached out to him and patted his shoulder reassuringly, her face halfway between sympathy and confusion.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm sorry!" she said frantically. "I'll watch Wrestlemaniac with you, just please don't cry!"
She grabbed a muffin from the still open box on the table and offered it to him.
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Post by JDGreat on Jul 31, 2012 14:35:24 GMT -8
Taking the muffin with a huff, Rust chowed down into it, taking the apology in stride.
"You better," was all he said, nomming away on the muffin like it represented everything that was just plain WRONG with his life right now. He ate with a savagery that was not unlike a lion tearing into the carcass of a deer.
After gulping it all down, he sighed in contentment.
"You have awesome muffin making skills, you know that, Gabrielle?" he grinned at her. "Seriously, you could go into a business with these things."
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Post by SarahSyna on Jul 31, 2012 15:21:46 GMT -8
Gabrielle sat back in her chair. At first she was releived, then she grimaced as she realised what she had just done. On one hand, she'd solved the problem of the puppy eyed Rust. On the other hand, she'd doomed herself to a few hours of watching pop-eyed beefmonkeys in swimwear touch each other.
She changed her expression quickly, before Rust could see it. There weren't that many muffins left, she might not be able to salvage the situation if he started to wibble again.
"They're not that good." she said with a smile, appreciating the compliment even if it wasn't true. She shifted as her phone started to beep in her pocket. She pulled it out and checke the screen.
"Oh, shit. I have to go." she apologised, standing up and starting to clear away her stuff, pressing the small little papery scraps into a ball and the scissors and sellotape into her bag. "I have a chat planned on Skype with my sister. She's the non-Luddite, anti letter member of the family. It's Web 2.0 or nothing."
She put the envelope in her pocket and slid the box of muffins towards Rust. "You can have the rest of those if you like them so much."
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Post by JDGreat on Aug 1, 2012 9:43:55 GMT -8
Rust grinned at that and took the box from her.
"And I shall treasure them until I am next hungry!" he declared, mood completely satisfied with how the meeting had gone. After all, he'd gone in slightly weird and left with muffins, Gabrielle invited to the party next Friday AND he'd managed to rope her in to watch Wrestlemania XVII with him one time.
This was gonna be sah-weeeeeeet.
"I'm still holding you to the Wrestlemania thing, ya know," the mechanic grinned savagely. "But yeah, thanks for meeting with me, Gabrielle. Hope I didn't weird you out about half way through this time..."
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Post by SarahSyna on Aug 2, 2012 13:28:05 GMT -8
"W-well, unless the next time you get hungry is tonight, I wouldn't. M-muffins aren't really that nice w-when stale." Gabrielle advised. She tossed everything into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She didn't comment on the Wrestlemania thing, since she didn't want to be reminded of what she'd just gotten herself into. Oh, the things you do for.... really stupid reasons. She waved her hand dismissively at his last comment though.
"It's fine, I've been w-worse. Y-you're like tequila beer to my tequila." she said, and grinned. "Cheaper and not even half the k-kick. And on that note, s-see you around."
She put headphones in her ears, gave him a wave and headed off, head down, through the cafeteria doors.
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