We should write a story together...

[Chicklet]

Okay so remember my pointless game where we each wrote a couple words? This is sort of like that, I think, except I want to really try to write a chain-like story with you guys. Cause you're fun. Cause you're good authors. Cause I'm bored. So, follow my paragraphs with one or two of your own, and so on, until maybe we have enough fun and let this thread die. And, if you dont' want to, just click back = )

Chicklet

 

[Chicklet]

When you work at McDonalds, there’s a little voice inside you that is chastising you for your job the whole time. People would occasionally ask me what I did, where I worked, and I was always torn between saying I was unemployed, and giving them the embarrassing details. It’s so hard to get yourself up out of a position you hate when it’s so damned easy just to stay put.

Relationships are like that, in my opinion. People get familiar with each other, and it just gets to the point where it’s easier to sit back, relax, and let your days go by and by instead of trying to change anything. That’s how my relationship with Mary was. Neither of us was really happy, neither of us was really unhappy. It was just easier to sit back and let the days pass than to break up and try to find new things to interest us. The sad thing was, we both knew we weren’t excited anymore.

 

[Guest]

That's why, when Alexander walked into McDonalds that day, things turned a corner for us. He wasn't a typically handsome guy, but he had an edge about him. He seemed dangerous, carefree, and supremely confident.

In a clumsy attempt to strike up a dialogue I asked him, "would you like a drink with your meal?"

"Only if you'll join me," he whispered his reply. My heart slammed in my throat, my mouth went dry, but I took him up on his offer.

 

[champagne1982]

"You'd better not eat here, then," I laughed.

He smiled at me, "Why not?"

"I have a stronger drink in mind than the coffee," I tipped my head to the urn on the counter, "we serve."

"What time do you finish?"

I looked at the clock, "Twenty minutes, but I'd really like to change first. Wanna meet down the block at the King Edward in half an hour?"

 

[jfinn]

I walked into the bar half expecting not to see him, but he was there. He smiled when he saw me and stood as I walked up to him.

"Gee, a gentleman."

He grinned, "My southern manners sometime get the better of me."

"You're from the South?"

"Well, South Philly."

We both laughed and then he exageratedly pulled out a chair for me.

 

[sirhugs]

I made sure he got a good look at my legs, and still had time to oogle my chest. " Great gams," he said.

" Gams? How archaic."

" Archaic? How pedantic."

I searched for a snappy reply, but coming up empty, I just stuck my tongue out at him.

With a flourish, he pushed my chair in, and tripped a passing waiter.