(Sitting on the roof ledge eating ice cream)
A: Hey, Jaq?
J: Yeah?
A: Can my fiance stay here for a bit?
J: Your fucking WHAT?
A: My fiance
J: You have a fiance?
A: Kinda.
J: Why am I just now learning this?
A: You never asked.
J: I feel like I have.
A: You haven't. I checked
J: Ok, sure they can.
?: Thanks Jaq!
J: What the fuck stick! You can't just teleport next to me like that.
?: Sorry. And I didn't teleport, I was invisible and uncloaked.
A: That's worse, dude.
?: Oh. Oops, I guess.
J: What's your name?
?: Shit.
A: Can't use that one.
?: Haha Ami. Umm, Riv.
J: Cool pick. Why do you need a place to stay?
R&A: I/They felt left out.
J: Of what?
R: Human life. I was off elsewhere playing with some developing life past your observational range.
J: What were they like?
R: Angry infants.
J: Ok. Want ice cream?
R: Nope, lactose intolerant.
J: So?
A: They mean they'll be in so much pain it would cripple a sponge if milk enters their body.
J: And?
R: Plus an explosion bigger than a nuke.
J: Sounds extreme. I would like to keep New York in one piece if i can help it.
(a brief pause)
J: Wait, Ami you're basically a god, just make lactose free ice cream.
R: Supersedes it. Ever heard of Drakonhiem?
J: That's a DnD thing.
R: It used to be on a continent between the Americas and Africa.
J: Wow. That sucks. How about a brownie?
R: No thanks, I had a kid on the way over?
J: A what?
R: Baby goat, bad phrasing.
A: For the last time, stop accepting sacrifices from random people.
R: It's rude to reject gifts of life and death, Ami.
A: Riv, I will bitchslap you so hard you'll circumnavigate the planet.
J: Stop, no bitchslapping. That's my thing.
R:(Eyebrow raise)
A:(½ eye roll, ½ eyebrow wiggle)
J: Just talk you eldritch asses.
R: Thanks for noticing, I really worked on that.
A: Looks better than last time.
R: That's high praise. I had to pull the word last time because of it.
J: When was last time?
A: 60-50 years ago.
R: Give or take a month.
J: I doubt it took a decade.
A: Not even a few minutes, but there isn't really a count limit.
J: There was last week.
R: Oh? Demonstrate please.
J: Not now. I'm eating ice cream right now. Later.
R: I'll hold you to that.
A: Wait for me, I'll be checking on... His name is Anthony currently. I should be back in a couple hours
(Ami jumps off the ledge)
J: So where do you rank on the power scale?
R: A little under them.
J: I'll bet you're used to that.
R: I'm just lazy, honestly.
J: Good to know
(Later, in the living room watching an Eagles game)
A: I'm back.
R: Good, you're just in time to see Philly lose.
J: It's 15-10 in the 3rd, we're fine.
A: $15 they score next possession
R: 20 they don't.
J: No betting.
A: Ok Mom.
J: It's Mommy, or do you need a reminder
R: More exciting by the second.
A: The game?
R: It does feel like a game, doesn't it?
J: Shut up, it's 4th down.
YOU ARE READING
Chocolate Milk
Short StoryAmi was sitting on a ledge, but is visited by someone they don't yet know. However, something strange makes them realize they are very may not be talking to who they first thought they were. Ami decides to make the most of the situation.
