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OOC -- I know it's past the deadline, but I wanted to have a little fun. Weezle and Tree, after a night of drinking, stumble up the front door of Weezle's house just outside of Ottawa. Shhhhh! Be quiet Tree! Wee donn't wannaa waake uup Raavvynn! Weelll shuut up thenn! Yoouu'rre the one thaat's shoutin! Ohh. Riiight. Weezle fumbles with his keychain and after several attempts, unlocks his front door. As he walks inside with Tree, all the lights come on. Owww!! Turrn off the lights Tree! I didn't doo it! As Weezle's eyes adjust to the light, he sees Ravyn standing by the lightswitch with an angry look on her face. Well...did you have fun? I did. What about you Tree? Yea...good times...good times. Really? Did you meet anyone interesting there? Yea. There was this guy, Kevin I think, he wanted Tree's autograph, but Tree was passed out. Any women? Did you meet any women? Humawha? One of my friends saw you at O'Malley's, and called to tell me what you did. Oh, you mean Kim? Yea... Ravyn quickly slaps Weezle in the face. Weezle seems kind of dumbfounded, and then starts balling. Wh-wh-wh-wh-what di-di-di-di-did you d-d-d-d-do th-th-th-that fo-fo-for? Ravyn tries to comfort Weezle, feeling sorry for what she did. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I th-th-th-thought you li-li-li-liked m-m-m-m-me. I do like you, but you shouldn't be going around grabbing women by their ass. I-i-i-t wasn't m-m-m-me! It w-w-w-was Tree!! I'm sorry. Now, is there anything I can do for you? C-could you g-get me a m-milkshake? Alright. M-make sure it's thick. And ch-chocolatey. Ok. I'll go make you a milkshake. Ravyn goes into the kitchen to make Weezle a milkshake. While she gets the ice cream, milk, and chocolate syrup, she overhears Weezle. Way to go Tree. You got us in trouble. Hey, it was your idea! Was not! Was to! Suddenly, Weezle throws Tree across the room. Weezle stands facing away from Tree, and then turns around, runs over to Tree, and picks him up. I'm sorry Tree. Please forgive me! Aww...how could I stay mad at you? Weezle hugs Tree as Ravyn looks on. She again questions Weezle's sanity, and thinks again of the psychiatrist's number that OWF cameraman Conor gave her. She puts those thoughts off for the moment and goes back to making milkshakes. After a couple minutes, Ravyn walks back into the living room, where Weezle and Tree are discussing the Yankee's latest games. Posada sure has been doing good, and Clemen's is unstoppable! Alright...umm..guys, here's you milkshake. You want some, Tree? Sure, why not. Weezle dunks Tree in the milkshake and pulls him back out. How is it? Mmmmm...very good! Weezle drinks some of the milkshake. Mmmmm...that is good! You so good to us Ravyn. Ravyn looks at Weezle, who is holding his milkshake-covered Tree, and tries to say something that doesn't reflect what she is really thinking. Thanks. I...I like you guys too. Ravyn, feeling very uncomfortable sitting next to an obvious mental case, drinks her milkshake as fast as she can, trying to freeze her brain and forget everything going on around her. |
