Senora and Christopher were surprisingly energized despite the tiring day. It was now 3 a.m and Senora's reality of how cool they were was just slightly fabricated. She stopped for gas using some money from the victims glovebox. "Hop in the front Baby!" she said trying to sound cool and romantic. Christopher stumbeld from the backseat and reluctantly got into the front. After paying, she sped off but the romantic moment was not how she hoped. She shifted her cheek to his lips so they could have a cute getaway car kiss, but he just stared at her confusedly. She nodded her head in a flirty manner waiting for her kiss but he just sat there for like 23 seconds, until he finally got the message. He picked off the chunky caked on flake of skin from her face "There you go!" senora rolled her eyes "thanks" she muttered but not a grateful thanks, more like the thanks you would give someone who handed you a cupcake after sneezing on it. They had a few moments of silence but the bored and slightly drunken christopher had found the dj's checkbook and drivers license, so they were practically golden. Christopher had found a cruise in the area online and they were hoping to get an open spot. Christopher could use the dj's ID because luckily the dj had sunglasses on when the photo was taken so he could just pose as Baldson Frew for the week. Senora was 27 1/2 years old but with her claires makeup and unbrushed hair, Christopher could just say that she was 10 years old, but an early bloomer. They were driving by the beach getting closer to their destination as Christopher began to look longingly at the window. Senora was annoyed that he wasn't staring at her but not too annoyed because she knew that would all change at the cruise. Christopher watched as a puppy was being chased by an angry seagull because the puppy had a bag of potato chips. He sort of laughed. The seagull reminded him a lot of senora and then he imagined a handsome spaniard seagull coming and taking the bag of chips from the puppy and she would be so grateful, they could go make a nest and fill it with hairless babies. They had arrived. There was a really long line for registration so senora had him hold their spot while she left to take care of something. Christopher waited in line patiently and he saw a figure that looked very familiar. "Is that... no it couldn't be...I'm just still kinda drunk...no why would he be here?" he thought to himself. A few minutes later senora came back with a bag of chips covered in puppy slobber. Oh what she would do for a bag of chips. Christopher was still kind of in a daze from the familiar figure. "Is something wrong meancough? Did you want a chip?" "no its fine vamanos." fortunately, it was almost their turn and some old lady who probably was going to the bathroom or something, had left her suitcase unsupervised. Without hesitation, senora took it and they were off.
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The Pathetic Romance of a Mean Cough
RomanceA story about the whirlwind romance between a man named Mr. Mean Cough and a woman named Senora. Loosely based on a true story. For any confusion, Joey and Dr. Drake Ramoré are NOT, I repeat, NOT the same person.
