The Art Of Robbing

Thanks for the Warning er.. Help, I Guess--- DON'T READ YET

     Immediately, I jumped to my feet. All the while, my body squeezed through the seat and table with my arms and legs squalling behind as the attempt went unsuccessfully. This is course just had to make my foot hit up against the inside of the table, attracting more attention to ourselves. Stuck in a really awkward situation, I pretended to pick out crumbs from my clothes before sitting in the spot Demetrious had been moments ago.

     "Done auditioning for Cirque du Soleil?" Andy questioned, a smile finally making its way on his face. I was waiting for him to start cracking the jokes again; it's so hard not to hear his sarcastic voice every five minutes. 

     "Actually no. I need help stretching out on my splits. Are you interested? Is that why you're asking?" I questioned him, a smile creeping onto my lips. I've always been joking about how Andy had a gay crush on me the same way he joked about me having one on him. If anyone actually heard our conversations, they would pick us both up and drop us off at a gay bar or something.

     "If you need help on the subject of opening legs, you should go ask that Teresa girl then. I mean, maybe you could have connections too, if you know what I mean," he sent a wink my way as we both started laughing despite the chills that ran trough our beings just a few minutes ago. Neither of us liked getting those chills. 

     It was always like this. No matter how hard we tried, the meetings had to be serious and after all those jokes and inappropriate jokes got nestled inside for too long, they all came out a once. Like now.

     "I think she's more into the guys who started gluing lettuce on their face when hair refused to grow for them... Anywhere," suppressing the smug look on my face was a challenge that was completely inevitable. I could already feel my lips quivering from trying to keep a straight face.

     "That sucks because I thought you were planning on paying her to take you to the back alley or something. C'mon, who didn't notice you checking out her legs!" he laughed once more as he took another sip of the coke sitting in front of him. Was it really that obvious when I checked girls out? Or was it Andy just being Andy and knowing I would have either way. 

     "Fine. I will admit to my crimes! But hey, there is a reason skirts that low were invented," my pointing finger went up in the air to prove my fact even further. 

     At that exact same time, the tray of food in front of me was covered in a darker shade as I registered another shadow on the floor. I looked up at Andy to find him no longer laughing but looking at the space behind me with a blank expression all the while signalling me to stop. Demetrious. Did he forget something or decided that I couldn't carry out this small little task ?

     I twisted my body with an awkward grin on my face, "Deme-" I would of continued the rest of the word but last time I checked, Demetrious didn't have pony tails or wear skirts, "Hey?"

     Teresa looked both ways before setting another tray onto our table. Her eyes searched the place frantically but she still held onto that flirtatious smile. Her emerald eyes brushed over mine for the slightest second then a smirk grew on her face. What the hell? She motioned me to scoot down further into the isle with her perfectly manicured, black finger nails.

    "What are you doing?" I asked her in utter confusion. On a regular day, I'd be welcoming someone like Teresa to sit next to me, but I didn't like associating with the girlfriends of my clients. Andy looked at me with confusion written in his face, then returned to look at Teresa. Teresa caught his eye for a quarter of a second before rolling her eyes and looking back at me.

      "I'm trying to help you, dimwit," The snide remark was directly towards me and nobody besides me. With my hands held in front of me innocently and a raised eyebrow, I moved further into the aisle. Okay, this got to be interesting.