Post by The Davids Brothers on Jun 20, 2009 0:38:54 GMT -6
Two pale, shirtless, twenty something white males stand in a tiny, cluttered kitchen. The taller of the two with bleached blonde hair is leaning against the counter, with his arms crossed on his chest. The other, a lanky brown haired man, is somewhat frantically searching through the cupboards.
"Where's the protein powder at?" The brown haired man asks rather impatiently.
The blonde haired man shrugs. "It was right there in the cabinet last time I saw it."
The blonde haired man pushes himself off the counter and opens the cabinet door wider so he can see in to it as well. "It's right there in front of you!" The blonde haired man exclaims, pointing at the giant, bulk size bottle staring at the guys from its corner spot in the cabinet.
"No not that nasty fake chocolate crap! I'm looking for the kind that tastes like watered down vanilla pudding. Do you know where that one is at?"
"No clue. I stopped using that stuff. I swear it makes you smell like cabbage."
The brown haired man kneels down and investigates the cabinets below the sink. He brushes the hair out of his eyes and shuffles around the random cleaning products under the sink. No luck.
The brown haired man stands up and looks around the kitchen with a quizzical look on his face. The blonde haired man seems to have vanished.
"Where did..."
"I'm in here, quit your crying." The blonde haired man intuitively interrupts.
Now the blonde haired man is sitting at a round, wooden table with a cigarette in his mouth. He's shuffling a deck of generic playing cards. The brown haired man joins him at the table, taking a seat in a bright yellow lawn chair.
"We have to get some real furniture man. How am I supposed to bring girls over here when we are sitting in bright colored lawn chairs and sleeping on life rafts?"
"Something tells me we will be getting an upgrade in living conditions real soon."
A big grin spreads across the blonde mans face as he says that. The brown haired man looks at him curiously.
"What makes you say that? Did we get a booking?"
"Not exactly."
The blonde haired man reaches over to the light blue lawn chair to left of him, occupied by a black leather trench coat. He grabs the coat and begins fumbling around in the pockets. Eventually, he finds the right pocket and pulls out an envelope folded in half. He hands it over to the brown haired man. He unfolds it and removes the contents from the previously opened envelope. That same grin spreads across the brown haired mans face as he reads the letter.
"Are you saying what I think you are saying?"
"Definitely! The Trench Coat Mafia is back on the warpath in RCW and we are going straight for those shiny new tag belts!"
"Where's the protein powder at?" The brown haired man asks rather impatiently.
The blonde haired man shrugs. "It was right there in the cabinet last time I saw it."
The blonde haired man pushes himself off the counter and opens the cabinet door wider so he can see in to it as well. "It's right there in front of you!" The blonde haired man exclaims, pointing at the giant, bulk size bottle staring at the guys from its corner spot in the cabinet.
"No not that nasty fake chocolate crap! I'm looking for the kind that tastes like watered down vanilla pudding. Do you know where that one is at?"
"No clue. I stopped using that stuff. I swear it makes you smell like cabbage."
The brown haired man kneels down and investigates the cabinets below the sink. He brushes the hair out of his eyes and shuffles around the random cleaning products under the sink. No luck.
The brown haired man stands up and looks around the kitchen with a quizzical look on his face. The blonde haired man seems to have vanished.
"Where did..."
"I'm in here, quit your crying." The blonde haired man intuitively interrupts.
Now the blonde haired man is sitting at a round, wooden table with a cigarette in his mouth. He's shuffling a deck of generic playing cards. The brown haired man joins him at the table, taking a seat in a bright yellow lawn chair.
"We have to get some real furniture man. How am I supposed to bring girls over here when we are sitting in bright colored lawn chairs and sleeping on life rafts?"
"Something tells me we will be getting an upgrade in living conditions real soon."
A big grin spreads across the blonde mans face as he says that. The brown haired man looks at him curiously.
"What makes you say that? Did we get a booking?"
"Not exactly."
The blonde haired man reaches over to the light blue lawn chair to left of him, occupied by a black leather trench coat. He grabs the coat and begins fumbling around in the pockets. Eventually, he finds the right pocket and pulls out an envelope folded in half. He hands it over to the brown haired man. He unfolds it and removes the contents from the previously opened envelope. That same grin spreads across the brown haired mans face as he reads the letter.
"Are you saying what I think you are saying?"
"Definitely! The Trench Coat Mafia is back on the warpath in RCW and we are going straight for those shiny new tag belts!"