"Maria, can you please get me some fries and tabasco sauce a.s.a.p." She said, sitting down on the stool in The CrashDown. Trying to sound as friendly as possible.
“Isabel, It’s my lunch break.
——Ugh, fine. Only for you.”
She reluctantly set aside the
magazine she’d been reading.
Slipping behind the front counter she
grabbed for an extra bottle of Tabasco,
handing it over to her alien companion.
“You know, once I tried using Tabasco
in my orange juice and ———Ew, ew, ew.
I don’t know how you do it.”
"Say what you’ve got to say and then move."
“You’re blocking the sun.”
"Hasn’t anyone told you not to mix business with pleasure?
I thought we were here on a mission, or whatever you want to call it,
———-not to work on our tans.”
alright, I’m logging off for now but anyone can definitely like this post for a starter and I’ll write you up one tomorrow. night!
“ I can’t wave my hands and make gas appear
and unless one of the green guys picked up
that trick somewhere we’re stuck. ”
“ Maybe there’s a gas station close by that could tow us.
Might want to change your shoes. It could be a long walk. ”
[ Maria took a quick peekdown at the red, strappy high heels on her feet,
before looking back up at the smirking Buddhist. ]
“Seriously? Why me?
She’s way easier to push around.”
“Same here. — Gas station food should be a nice change of pace.
Gourmet Twinkies then we’re back on the road.”
“Gas station? Okay, wait a minute,
Gourmet Twinkies? I hope you’re kidding.
———Please be kidding.”
"There’s also crappy room service”
”At least then you get the potential for a
cute guy in a bow tie serving your food.
——-Want my fries?”
Biggest OTPs of my life (in no particular order): Michael & Maria [Roswell]
"The reason you didn’t get the flashes… is because I didn’t let you get them. I didn’t let you see me. I’ve never let anyone see me before… because.. there are things inside of me that I don’t want people to see. There’s things inside of me that I’m not so proud of. But I’ve thought about it, and I want you to see me."