𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ~ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙

"Knock it off, Stu. Quit being a dipshit". Stu was currently terrorizing Randy as he tried to clean the counter, he continued to spill the sugar on the pristine counter top. "Quit it!" She yelled as she smacked him aggressively. Stu immediately dropped the sugar container and backed away from the feral animal; he had to admit she did scare him sometimes with those intense eyes of hers. She had a bit of an aggressive edge and a cold attitude.

"Geez. I'm sorry Randy" He sheepishly ran a hand through his short blonde hair.

"Just back away from the counter". Randy warned.

"Goddamn Fuckup". She muttered under her breath.

Stu Macher had the appearance of a typical football player but in reality, he was a huge jester. She enjoyed having him around most of the time, he lightened the mood with his idiotic antics and made her laugh hysterically. He was a jokester first, an idiot second and a bunch of other things after that. Sometimes she doubted that he had even one intact braincell in that corrupt and perverted mind of his. He reminded her of a halfwit hyena with that eternal expression of his. He always had a huge loopy smile on his face and he always made the stupidest puns and the most insensitive jokes. Still, she usually likes having him around, until he starts acting like a complete dunce.

Stu backed away from the hostile pair and took a seat by the window, next to Billy. He hunched his shoulders and began to sulk like an admonished child.

"I guess he finally came down from that sugar high". Randy remarked as he finished cleansing the counter after Stu's antics.

"He's like a child, imagine what would happen if he went to Disneyland". She wondered.

"He'd probably run into a wall from all the excitement". They both chuckled at the thought of Stu Macher running around in Disneyland, unable to comprehend his current situation, hopped-up on excitement and anticipation, pumped into him like heroin. He most probably would run into a wall.

"What time do you get off?"

"Uhm, not sure". He turned around and yelled at one of his co-workers or his boss, she wasn't sure. "What time do I get off?"

"Same as always, Randy. You get off at five", the man answered.

"Well". He gestured towards the middle-aged man. "You heard him; I get off at five. Why do you ask? Interested in asking me out on a rendezvous?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"In your damned dreams".

"Worth a try". He shrugged his shoulders.

"I was thinking, we should brainstorm". He gave her a quizzical look. "You know, about the party". She reminded.

"You're serious about that?"

"Hell yeah, I am. Are you kidding me? I haven't let loose in a while; I'm itchin' to party and fuck shit up all night long and you are too".

His eyebrow quirked up.

"Oh please, you look like a half dead, abandoned puppy. I mean, imagine this. There's a killer on the loose and there's a bunch of high school slash college aged kids just partying all night long. This is straight out of a slasher flick; it's going to be epic and you know it. Besides, there's safety in numbers and you can't argue with the facts". She finished with a grin, satisfied that she had made a well-structured argument, guaranteed to knock his socks off.

"You're right, I can't argue with the facts". He agreed.

"No, you really can't".

"Oh, what the hell. Let's do this".