I12DT: Bad Boys, Bad Boys

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 3:49 pm

Wayne, wearing a bulky sweatshirt, was hanging towards the back of the local GAME store, idling while watching the various sales clerks dealing with different customers.

He slowly worked his way back towards the XBone games.

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by **Theresa McMasters** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 3:55 pm

Theresa was perusing the meager computer game selection, tapping a World of Warcraft time card on one wrist. She glanced over and saw Wayne. "Wayne," she said simply by way of acknowledgement.

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 4:29 pm

"...Rain lady," Wayne nodded back.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 5:59 pm

"Trying the frumpy look?" She asked, pointing to the sweater.

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:11 pm

"Very funny."

by **Theresa McMasters** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:18 pm

"That's me. I'm a funny funny girl."

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:24 pm

"Here for more magical elf shit?"

by **Theresa McMasters** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:28 pm

"There's nothing wrong with magical elves. Beats repeated 'I wish I was a soldier' BS."

by **Wayne Cole** » Wed Dec 04, 2013 11:16 pm

"Oh, fuck off. You just can't handle it."

by **Theresa McMasters** » Thu Dec 05, 2013 9:27 am

"I didn't say I couldn't handle it. Just that I didn't like it. What brings you down here?"

by **Wayne Cole** » Thu Dec 05, 2013 2:53 pm

"Christmas shopping," he said with a straight face.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Thu Dec 05, 2013 5:16 pm

"Starting early?"

by **Wayne Cole** » Thu Dec 05, 2013 6:38 pm

"Sure, why not. What d'you care?"

by **Theresa McMasters** » Thu Dec 05, 2013 6:55 pm

"Just asking," she said, still keeping an eye on him.

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 4:50 pm

"Well, keep yer yap shut, aye?" he said, whispering. "Don't want to ruin me reputation, do you?"

by **Theresa McMasters** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 5:22 pm

"And what reputation would that be?" Theresa smirked.

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:30 pm

"The reputation of your face if you don't stop drawing attention over here" Wayne hissed, as he slid a copy of Call of Duty 5: Answering Machine under his hoodie.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:39 pm

Theresa raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? You're doing that?"

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 8:40 pm

"Shut it. Games are expensive, and I'm not paying the man."

by **Theresa McMasters** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 8:57 pm

"You're not paying the guys who created the game in the first place either," she pointed out.

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:50 pm

"Fuck 'em. They've got money."

by **Theresa McMasters** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 10:03 pm

"Well, do what you like, I guess, because I know I'm going to," she said, taking her purchase up to the register.

by **Wayne Cole** » Fri Dec 06, 2013 11:29 pm

"Fuckin A," Wayne agreed.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Sat Dec 07, 2013 5:54 pm

As Theresa was checking out, she leaned on the counter and said to the cashier, "You know, I think I saw that red-headed guy hiding games under his sweater." She said it quietly, but not so quietly that other people in the vicinity of the register couldn't hear her.

by **Wayne Cole** » Sat Dec 07, 2013 7:00 pm

Wayne swore, and started dashing for the exit.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 3:49 pm

"Don't disparage the magical elves," she muttered as she watched the ensuing scene.

by **Narrator** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 3:52 pm

A security person put his hand on Wayne's shoulder---but the hand suddenly slipped right off of him, as Wayne barreled through two customers in between him and the door.

A second security officer gave chase, but slipped and wiped out hard in Wayne's wake.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 4:09 pm

Theresa's eyes flared. A wall of fog appeared between Wayne and the door, obscuring the door's precise location.

by **Wayne Cole** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 5:47 pm

"Fucking cockgobbling bitch!" Wayne shouted, as his path got obscured. He tried to grope for the door, swinging a punch at anyone who came close.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 5:54 pm

"One out of three is a failing grade, Wayne," she said, keeping the mist moving.

by **Wayne Cole** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 5:58 pm

Wayne charges at the voice--if he can't find the exit, he can at least punch Theresa in the face!

by **Theresa McMasters** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 6:34 pm

Theresa isn't quite prepared for that and the mist dissipates as she loses her concentration on it in favor of trying to dodge the incoming punch.

by **Wayne Cole** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 8:07 pm

Wayne hadn't exactly been able to spot where Theresa was in the mist, so he wasn't that hard to dodge, instead crashing into a Halo standee, breaking it in two.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 8:27 pm

She stood back up and moved back towards the counter, trying to stay out of Wayne's way. "You know how much those standees cost?"

by **Wayne Cole** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 8:42 pm

Wayne's answer was less rooted in economics and more in racial slurs and questions about Teresa's nighttime proclivities.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:04 pm

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, no, never with you, and I don't think that's even possible." She said in cadence with his eloquent soliloquy.

by **Narrator** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:10 pm

By this time, mall security had mostly caught up with the two, and were bundling Wayne up.

"You. Little girl," one of them said. "I hope that was nothing contagious you just did there."

by **Theresa McMasters** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:48 pm

"Just fog, sir," she said, reverting to her accent automatically.

by **Narrator** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:51 pm

"Well...if any of this is damaged from water or whatnot, you're going to have hell to pay, you understand that?"

"Fuckin' mutants, thinking they can OW!"

The 'Ow' was probably from Wayne kicking him really hard in the shin right there, which earned him a knee in the stomach.

by **Theresa McMasters** » Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:56 pm

"Of course, sir. I tried to keep it as contained as possible. I can leave my name if you want. My address is the school essentially." She was doing her best to be a model citizen.

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