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homeless_npc) wrote2022-03-15 12:23 am
homeless_npc) wrote2022-03-15 12:23 am
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...I need a not-adult.
Who: Eric, Beryl
When: A few days after his first invite.
What: He kinda needs some help.
"Yeah, yeah I know I shouldn't be calling on my night off but put Beryl on the phone!" he snorted. "Yessss I know she has a cell but she doesn't answer it at work! No, this is not a booty call Celine put her on!" He was going to shake the half-siren when next he saw her yes he was!
Stag night was when all the male dancers had their obligatory night off; not that it would matter with him, people saw what they wanted with Ubii but technicaaaaaally he understood being told to stay home. Usually it meant he went hunting at another bar for a pick-up meal but he'd been struck by an amusing idea and had gone shopping instead. A lovely associate had been happy to answer his questions and recommend things based on his needs...
...and equally happy to show him the back room for a bit. Win win.
Now he was home and things had gone a bit awry. Hence his call.
"Eric?" Beryl grumped into the phone, "you've got ten seconds between opening kegs, there's a proper bachelor party in!"
"I'll be quick, can you can come over after shift? Please?"
"Why didn't you ask me yesterday at close? Hang on," she set the business phone down on the counter and drew off mugs, calling out the order, "alright, back. Why?"
"I kinda messed up and need another set of hands, no rush though." Close was a few hours off yet. Worse luck!
"Yeah, yeah, whatever but you better order in some kind of real food for me. Candy won't cut it after an insane shift."
Right, food, "I can find a delivery place!" He could, honest, he had his phone! "Proteins right?"
"Anything hot and filling tonight, and no that is NOT a comment for you asshole," she snapped as that drew attention on her end. Bachelor parties. Feh.
Yeah, he was snickering, but nodding, not that she could see it. "Yeah, will do. Real food will be waiting."
At the door. Beryl blinked and picked up the bag when she went up the steps to Eric's door later, but it was still warm so there was that? "Why'd you leave it...out...huh." Well. She toed her shoes off and padded into the livingroom to look the situation over. "Thought you needed a new TV?"
"...yes?"
"Okay, and you're under it....why?" she snickered.
He sighed, waving his free hand at her grumpily, "apparently my old TV stand was, surprise, old. And bent while I was figuring out wires here..." Said wires (far more than his old television had thank you) had laid claim to his other arm and his lap as the larger television itself was mostly against his shoulders and the wall, pinned but not hurt?
He didn't seem immediately hurt so she laughed properly, leaning on the wall near his head, "and you upgraded...why?"
"...reasons?"
"Such aaaassss?"
"You're going to laugh at me."
"I'm already laughing at you Eric," she pointed out in amusement.
He looked up at her, not even trying to turn his head so his horns didn't gouge the wall MORE, then muttered something.
"What was that?" No dodging the question here boy!
Fiiiinnnne. "I want to learn to play video games." SO THERE.
That made her blink and keep right on laughing yes, "bet they upsold you but good huh?"
"No, only two systems, but the speakers are kind of...wiry." And maybe they weren't necessary exactly, but he'd been told by the eager girl that the newer televisions could be a bit flat in the sound department. And, well, he made good money so why not?
Beryl was still grinning but at least crouched to get a better look at the mess, then carefully slid hands under the television to lift it away, "think you're going to have to get those wires disconnected again Eric."
"But I just figured some of them out!" he sighed, staring at the tangle on his hand and then giving up and pulling the connectors free now that he had the room to do so! Damn it. "Set it on the floor for now?"
"Yeah, that was my thought," she snorted. "Your tv stand is straight out of the sixties you know."
"Well yeah." Duh.
"And flimsy as shit, there's no saving it. You'll need a cabinet or something for this monster, systems AND speakers."
Hmmmm...he carefully eased forward, drywall flaking behind him as his horns came free, then eyed everything ruefully, "eat your dinner, I'll be back in fifteen?"
She blinked, then flopped on his rather comfy couch, "alright, if you think you're going to find furniture at this hour!"
"I know a guy!" Or rather a pawnshop owner but hey!
"Hope they have a truck!" she called after him.
Luckily Gary, of Gary's Goblin Market DID, and was happy to take the abused relic away with him! Ha! "So we're back on track..." he grinned. "Let's get this assembled!"
Oddly...he ended up with the same tangle of wires and Beryl wedged beside him glaring at wires! "I thought your generation was suppose to be good with this stuff!" he grumbled teasingly.
"Hey, I'm not the geek in my family! I enjoy stuff, but not all of us automatically know which wires go where!" She had, sensible, got the system cables through a hole in the new cupboard and banded them together so the speaker wires didn't eat them but...that was about all she had! "Didn't it come with directions?"
"...I don't think the television company and the speaker company talk to each other..." he grumbled. "I mean does this illustration even look like this other one at all?"
Beryl peered at the papers he offered then shook her head, "nope! Hate to say it but I think we need to call the boys."
"...damn it," he sighed. "They stare so much."
"And you're nice and tied up," she drawled teasingly. "They'll be here faster when they find out it's a rescue!"
"Minx!"
"You'll want a snack after all the heavy lifting anyway," she snickered. "Suck it up."
"...You're terrible. Want to learn to play games with me then?"
"Sure."
When: A few days after his first invite.
What: He kinda needs some help.
"Yeah, yeah I know I shouldn't be calling on my night off but put Beryl on the phone!" he snorted. "Yessss I know she has a cell but she doesn't answer it at work! No, this is not a booty call Celine put her on!" He was going to shake the half-siren when next he saw her yes he was!
Stag night was when all the male dancers had their obligatory night off; not that it would matter with him, people saw what they wanted with Ubii but technicaaaaaally he understood being told to stay home. Usually it meant he went hunting at another bar for a pick-up meal but he'd been struck by an amusing idea and had gone shopping instead. A lovely associate had been happy to answer his questions and recommend things based on his needs...
...and equally happy to show him the back room for a bit. Win win.
Now he was home and things had gone a bit awry. Hence his call.
"Eric?" Beryl grumped into the phone, "you've got ten seconds between opening kegs, there's a proper bachelor party in!"
"I'll be quick, can you can come over after shift? Please?"
"Why didn't you ask me yesterday at close? Hang on," she set the business phone down on the counter and drew off mugs, calling out the order, "alright, back. Why?"
"I kinda messed up and need another set of hands, no rush though." Close was a few hours off yet. Worse luck!
"Yeah, yeah, whatever but you better order in some kind of real food for me. Candy won't cut it after an insane shift."
Right, food, "I can find a delivery place!" He could, honest, he had his phone! "Proteins right?"
"Anything hot and filling tonight, and no that is NOT a comment for you asshole," she snapped as that drew attention on her end. Bachelor parties. Feh.
Yeah, he was snickering, but nodding, not that she could see it. "Yeah, will do. Real food will be waiting."
At the door. Beryl blinked and picked up the bag when she went up the steps to Eric's door later, but it was still warm so there was that? "Why'd you leave it...out...huh." Well. She toed her shoes off and padded into the livingroom to look the situation over. "Thought you needed a new TV?"
"...yes?"
"Okay, and you're under it....why?" she snickered.
He sighed, waving his free hand at her grumpily, "apparently my old TV stand was, surprise, old. And bent while I was figuring out wires here..." Said wires (far more than his old television had thank you) had laid claim to his other arm and his lap as the larger television itself was mostly against his shoulders and the wall, pinned but not hurt?
He didn't seem immediately hurt so she laughed properly, leaning on the wall near his head, "and you upgraded...why?"
"...reasons?"
"Such aaaassss?"
"You're going to laugh at me."
"I'm already laughing at you Eric," she pointed out in amusement.
He looked up at her, not even trying to turn his head so his horns didn't gouge the wall MORE, then muttered something.
"What was that?" No dodging the question here boy!
Fiiiinnnne. "I want to learn to play video games." SO THERE.
That made her blink and keep right on laughing yes, "bet they upsold you but good huh?"
"No, only two systems, but the speakers are kind of...wiry." And maybe they weren't necessary exactly, but he'd been told by the eager girl that the newer televisions could be a bit flat in the sound department. And, well, he made good money so why not?
Beryl was still grinning but at least crouched to get a better look at the mess, then carefully slid hands under the television to lift it away, "think you're going to have to get those wires disconnected again Eric."
"But I just figured some of them out!" he sighed, staring at the tangle on his hand and then giving up and pulling the connectors free now that he had the room to do so! Damn it. "Set it on the floor for now?"
"Yeah, that was my thought," she snorted. "Your tv stand is straight out of the sixties you know."
"Well yeah." Duh.
"And flimsy as shit, there's no saving it. You'll need a cabinet or something for this monster, systems AND speakers."
Hmmmm...he carefully eased forward, drywall flaking behind him as his horns came free, then eyed everything ruefully, "eat your dinner, I'll be back in fifteen?"
She blinked, then flopped on his rather comfy couch, "alright, if you think you're going to find furniture at this hour!"
"I know a guy!" Or rather a pawnshop owner but hey!
"Hope they have a truck!" she called after him.
Luckily Gary, of Gary's Goblin Market DID, and was happy to take the abused relic away with him! Ha! "So we're back on track..." he grinned. "Let's get this assembled!"
Oddly...he ended up with the same tangle of wires and Beryl wedged beside him glaring at wires! "I thought your generation was suppose to be good with this stuff!" he grumbled teasingly.
"Hey, I'm not the geek in my family! I enjoy stuff, but not all of us automatically know which wires go where!" She had, sensible, got the system cables through a hole in the new cupboard and banded them together so the speaker wires didn't eat them but...that was about all she had! "Didn't it come with directions?"
"...I don't think the television company and the speaker company talk to each other..." he grumbled. "I mean does this illustration even look like this other one at all?"
Beryl peered at the papers he offered then shook her head, "nope! Hate to say it but I think we need to call the boys."
"...damn it," he sighed. "They stare so much."
"And you're nice and tied up," she drawled teasingly. "They'll be here faster when they find out it's a rescue!"
"Minx!"
"You'll want a snack after all the heavy lifting anyway," she snickered. "Suck it up."
"...You're terrible. Want to learn to play games with me then?"
"Sure."