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Posted by Christian on June 4, 2004, 11:07 am, in reply to "A Day Off At The Beach... ((RP# 3)) Part One" Christian: Trish.. sweetheart.. love of my life.. have I told you lately how beautiful you are? **Trish sighs and reaches into her purse, she pulls out a five and hands it to Christian. He beams. Trish: You know, you really oughta start carrying your wallet around with you... **Christian bends over a places a kiss on Trish's forehead, then hurries back to Dustin's side to prepair for their race. Christian: Thanks, Trish... I'll look into that... Alright Dustin.. count of three.. 1.. 2... **With that, Dustin takes off, sand buckling under his bare feet. Christian's eyes narrow and he takes off after him. Stumbling a little due to his injuries, but basically holding his own. Mr. Thursday Night walks up, notices that it is only Trish left, and sighs. Despite his hatred and distrust for her... he decides to ACTUALLY talk to her. Mr. Thursday Night: Where'd dumb and dumber get off to? Trish: Ice cream.. Mr. Thursday Night: Ah.. **Mr. Thursday and Trish sits in silence. ***************** Dustin: What was THAT for? Christian: Dude! You totally cheated! Dustin: Did not! Christian: DID TOO! I swear, I oughta punch you in the neck! Dustin: Not my neck! **The two pick themselves up, and stand, dirt coverd before the female ice cream vendor. She stares at them for a moment, her brow furrowed as she watches them as they shove each other back and fourth gently. Ice Cream Lady: Um... Can I help you? Christian: Give us a second, lady. Geez.. **Christian shoves Dustin one last time. Christian: I'll take an ice cream sandwich...please. And um.. I don't know, something girly for my girlfriend. Dustin: That BETTER not be the last ice cream sandwich! Christian: And what are YOU gonna do if it is?! **Christian and Dustin get in each others faces again.. Ice Cream Lady: Chill out. I've got lots of ice cream sandwiches... **The Ice Cream Lady hands Christian an ice cream sandwich, and some kinda pink looking ice cream bar, he hands her the fives bucks... and then Dustin approches. Dustin: I think I love you... Ice Cream Lady: Huh? Dustin: Uh.. I mean, I'll take an ice cream sandwich, and uh.. something else for my friend. Ice Cream Lady: Like..? Dustin: I don't care. Suprise me, just like your blue eyes have enchanted me.. Christian: Whoa ho ho... good line, Mr. Smooth. **Dustin leans over the ice cream cart, blue speedo still wet and clung to his backside, he winks at the Ice Cream Lady who only cringes. Ice Cream Lady: That'll be four fifty... **Dustin searches feverishly for his wallet, but can't find it. Dustin: I must have left it in my other speedo. DAMN THIS BLUE FOR BRINGING OUT MY EYES! Stupid sexy speedo... Mr. Thursday Night is gonna be pissed if I have to ask him for money again.. Ice Cream Lady: Wait... did you say Mr. Thursday Night? You mean, WFS superstar Mr. Thursday Night?! You know him? Dustin: Well, of course I know him, he's my tag team partner, and together, we are the WFS Tag Team Champions! That very ice cream you are holding in your hand is for the two of us.. Ice Cream Lady: Well, in that case.. it's on the house. The ice cream sandwich is yours, right? Dustin: Sure is, beautiful. **The Ice Cream Lady tosses the ice cream sandwich to Dustin, and keeps the bar destined for Mr. Thursday Night. She jots something down on the paper wrapper, and hands it to Dustin. Ice Cream Lady: Make sure Mr. Thursday Night gets this... no one else, okay? Dustin: Sure thing, sweet cheeks. Hey, shouldn't we get something for Thermo Man? **Christian looks aver at Thermo Man, who is now interogating a small child about his ability to build such a EVIL looking sandcastle. Thermo Man tries to get inside of it, but only crushes it. The kid cries. The kids large father walks over... Christian: Um.. he seems to be busy. Besides that, you know how he feels about ice cream. **Dustin and Chistian walk away, a bar of ice cream in each one of their hands.. Dustin flexes his backside for the Ice Cream Lady as they walk away. He then turns around and places one finger on his left buttock. Dustin: SIZZLIN'! **The Ice Cream Lady does all she can to not wretch, as Christian and Dustin reach Trish and Mr. Thursday Night. Dustin tosses the ice cream bar to Mr. Thursday Night, who looks at the package immediatly. Mr. Thursday Night: 555-0193? Grace? What's this about? Christian: Dude, Dustin.. that ice cream babe totally wanted your bod. She could barely take her eyes off your ass.. Dustin: Blue speedo works everytime... **Dustin snaps the elastic of his speedo, and beams. Mr. Thursday Night gazes over at the very good looking Ice Cream Lady, and raises an eyebrow. She winks, and he smiles as he takes a big bite out of his ice cream bar. He folds the wrapper and places it in his pocket. Thermo Man gazes over and sees his companions eating ice cream... rather quickly... he gasps and starts a running dive right into the group. Thermo Man: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! **The scene fades as Thermo Man is about to land flat on the Jobber Squad and Trish Stratus. Will he be able to save them from Dr. Badman's brain freeze?!!!
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**Christian and Dustin have made it to the ice cream bike, Dustin with a small lead, but as soon as Christian caught Dustin about to place his order, he tackles him to the ground.
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