Post by garretstricklin on Jul 18, 2012 22:12:04 GMT -5
Garret's life usually had a simple way about it. During the day, he'd go out wearing his best jeans and hoodie, and he'd look for job. By night, he would hit up the Jack Kit and make some moves on some PYTs. The problem was this. As of late, most of the ladies had laughed at his pro-bro advances. So of course, he'd investigated. APPARENTLY that punkass Dashiell had been spreading a rumor that this love machine only lasted for a minute. A very disappointing minute that is, since his dick was the size of a tootsie roll. When he'd heard that, he almost wanted to take a picture of it and put it on a billboard, with the caption, 'Actual Size'.
Today he was making his usual stop to McDonald's to get some grub and an application, when there he was: his arch nemesis, Dashiell Prideaux. Arguing with an old, frightening woman. But there were more important things to focus on. Just past Dash, there was a hottay with a bottay just waiting to give him what he wanted. A sandwich. And a number. Awww yeeeeeeahhh.
He stepped around Dash and strode right up to her, all confidence. He gave her his sad boy eyes, "Isn't it just sad? The poor guy's last boyfriend gave him AIDS... don't hold the shouting against him, he's just in the angry stage of his grief. I for one, really feel bad for the guy." He shook his head with a small frown. The girl looked passed Garret and at Dash, looking truly sad for his predicament. Time to step on his game. "BUT, I didn't come to this fine establishment to discuss this guy. It's really none of my business anyway. I did, however, come here for three double cheese burger, some french fries and a large coke. And I came here," he gestured towards the cash register, "to score a pretty girl's digits," a glance at her name tag, "Sarah." And finish with a striking Stricklin grin.
Behind his back, he was flipping Dash off, sure that he'd grabbed the other guy's attention by now. Game on, bro. Game on. In McDonalds.
Today he was making his usual stop to McDonald's to get some grub and an application, when there he was: his arch nemesis, Dashiell Prideaux. Arguing with an old, frightening woman. But there were more important things to focus on. Just past Dash, there was a hottay with a bottay just waiting to give him what he wanted. A sandwich. And a number. Awww yeeeeeeahhh.
He stepped around Dash and strode right up to her, all confidence. He gave her his sad boy eyes, "Isn't it just sad? The poor guy's last boyfriend gave him AIDS... don't hold the shouting against him, he's just in the angry stage of his grief. I for one, really feel bad for the guy." He shook his head with a small frown. The girl looked passed Garret and at Dash, looking truly sad for his predicament. Time to step on his game. "BUT, I didn't come to this fine establishment to discuss this guy. It's really none of my business anyway. I did, however, come here for three double cheese burger, some french fries and a large coke. And I came here," he gestured towards the cash register, "to score a pretty girl's digits," a glance at her name tag, "Sarah." And finish with a striking Stricklin grin.
Behind his back, he was flipping Dash off, sure that he'd grabbed the other guy's attention by now. Game on, bro. Game on. In McDonalds.
