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"Okay, so what's the plan?" Bruce asks attempting to match your walking pace.
"we buy a shit ton of eggs, go to his house, and fuck it up," you explain peeking over at bruce who was walking by your side.
you squint your eyes trying your best to avoid the sun's blinding gaze as rowdy kids run around and in the grab-n-go.
"How many cartons are we gonna buy?"
"I don't know, if they're cheap we get a lot." You shrug, opening the glass door and walking inside.
"It's like what? twelve eggs per package? I'd say we get eight cartons of eggs." you glance at bruce as you grab the blue shopping baskets near the entrance.
"and eight times twelve is ninety-six so you better have the money for ninety-six eggs." bruce reminds in response you roll your eyes.
"thank you, Mr. Math, Mr. A-plus student. I didn't know what eight times twelve was, thank you for reminding me!" your voice mocks his words.
bruce smiles and walks through the aisles towards the back of the store where the eggs are, you watch as he checks the price.
"Two dollars." he sighs as he turns back to face you.
"it's cheap, awesome!" you say heading towards the cartons, basket in hand.
as you grab the packs of eggs placing them into the basket bruce shakes your shoulder, you twist your neck to look at him as he leans closer.
"hey look who it is," he whispers pointing to where the pinball machine was placed.
And behold, the one and only Vance Hopper. he was playing with his signature pinball game once again trying to beat his high score. you and Bruce giggle at the sight, you walk over to talk to him bruce walking at your side.
"Hey, pinball pants," you spoke getting a small chuckle from bruce.
"Hello, Y/N and Bruce," Bruce waves as Vance replies not batting an eye away from his game.
"I see you're back with your girlfriend." you snort.
just as Vance opens his mouth to speak the small metal ball rolls down back into the slot.
"Fuck! God dammit!" he shouts as he slams his fists onto the machine making you jump a little.
"Woah calm down." Bruce puts his hands in the air.
"shut the fuck up."
"Okay, enough of that." you interrupt.
Vance sighs heavily glancing in different directions trying to calm himself down from his heartbreak. his hand rubs across his face with dread as he looks down noticing the basket in your hand.
"What's with all the eggs?" Vance questions pointing at your hands.
"Oh uh, we just really needed eggs!" you quickly declare raising suspicion.
