Re: Something Random!

[Alaina LeClair]

" What'd you do without me? Well, you'd be forced to consume this inhuman amount of food. Then probably die of a heart attack or diabetes or something." Alaina then raised a questioning brow in amusement. "Given everything else, I probably SHOULD have guessed as much....wait, Lai-Lai?" Alaina cocked her head to the side. What kind of nickname was that? And why was she giving her a nickname? That was a privilege reserved for family and loved ones! Jay wasn't her family, thank God. Alaina nodded slowly, in confusion at Jay's words. "Yeah....Jay-Jay?" Alaina grimaced and popped another fry in her mouth to avoid further discussion on that topic.

Alaina breathed in deeply, the fright of the moment still pumping through her veins. Due to the previous events on said date, Alaina couldn't find herself too surprised by the actions. She rationalized that it was much wiser to just go along with everything and try not to let every random thing get to her. (Though she was sure that a few hundred of her nerve cells had committed suicide.) Alaina was just taking a deep breath to relax herself when Jay spoke again. "Pee-shaw, I've seen bigger stuff shot from people's arms! Like their forearm bone, after it got hit really, really hard, or bazooka missiles!" Alaina's eyes widened in fear. ""Wha-what?!" Okay, just breathe deeply and pretend Jay didn't say that. Yeah, because that kind of thing happens EVERY DAY. Alaina decided to just detour her frantic mind by bopping Jay on the nose. "Ahaha! I got you, lazy bones~" Alaina smiled merrily before Jay responded. "Nuuuu, mah nose is bleeding barbeque sauce now!~ I'm going to die, quick, lick it off for me!" Alaina felt her cheeks flame, Jay couldn't have been serious but Alaina was still embarrassed by the statement. Alaina shook her head, and grabbed a napkin. She then leaned across the table and wiped the "barbeque nose blood" off of Jay's face. " There you go." Alaina tried to will the heat away from her cheeks hopelessly. Why was she getting so flustered over such things? It had to be the fact that she was terrified by the spontaneous outbursts of Jay. Yeah, that was it.

[Jay Furor]

She made a very valid point... Heart attacks and diabetes caused by too much McRonald's (how much IS too much, I wonder...) would be bad. Mostly because ain't nobody got time fo' dat! If she had a heart attack, who would watch Janis-Ilona, run the Inn, or protect Central City from possible invaders by attacking the crap out of them before they invaded!? A babysitter, Alex, and Central Security, that's who! And while she usually needs babysitters to watch her daughter anyways, and Alex is technically the second owner of the inn anyways, and Niko does a fine job doing his fine job anyways, tHE WORLD NEEDED HER, AND SPECIFICALLY SPECIALLY HER. She could only do none of those things from the hospital! Or worse, if she died, who'd get her booze!? She better be BURIED with all her booze, bongs, and beef jerky, because nobody is going to be bequeathed her belongings after her body was buried by body-burying pall-bearers! That'd be bad, booooooo!

Jay had to grin as Alaina caught the nickname she'd tossed in. "Yep, Lai-Lai~ Because Lai-Lai sounds all cutesy and such. Everybody needs a nickname, y'know?~" And that was true; Jay did habitually assign nicknames to her suboordinates, most of whom had a habit of forgetting that she was, in fact, a Colonel, despite her lack of maturity, and TOTALLY OVERWHELMING AMAZING AWESOMENESS OF AWESOME AWE. "Yeah, there you go!~ Jay-Jay~ The jet plane!~" Yes. Jay had become a plane from a very old-ish children's cartoon. Nicknames had such amazing power! Transformin' people and stuff.

Hee-hee-hee! After Alaina noted how lazy Jay was, and booped her nose, a diabolically genius idea came to mind! Or not really. Playfully whining about how much she was dying, she begged Alaina to lick her nose, hoping that she would do so, and that she could steal a kissy kiss, because best way to flirt. It was a playful gesture, really. Not like a seriously serious, serious thing!~ But, as it seemed, Alaina took it as awkward, and blushed like a fluffy tomato covered in red. D'aaaaw, she was flustered!~ But then she dabbed Jay's nose with a napkin, breaking her entire plan. But she was still leaning across the table, so, with a devillish grin, Jay leaned forward quickly and, with rather impressive speed and skill, planted a kiss on Alaina's lips, lasting maybe half a second, before she sat back in her chair, laughing cheerfully, before plopping a fry in her mouth. So sneakeh!~

[Alaina LeClair]

Was it necessary for everyone to have a nickname? According to Jay it was, but Alaina could argue differently. Nicknames were fun pet names given to family, loved ones, or....pets. So Jay was obviously insinuating that Alaina was one of the following. Alaina did recall that Jay was a colonel, or something of that sort. Though she really didn't act like it so Alaina could hardly take her seriously, even if Alaina was a much lower rank. Jay-Jay the jet plane? Alaina chose not to ask, as she had no idea what that was. Probably a kid's show, but Alaina was afraid to ask.

Alaina had trumped Jay then! That crazy girl wasn't going to fool Alaina. Alaina was way smarter than to lean over and lick barbeque sauce off another girl's nose. That would be preposterous! Alaina grinned as she wiped the sauce off of Jay's nose, though she still blushed. She was just beginning to figure this girl out when- "MPH?!" The crazy psycho girl with the ponytail kissed her! It lasted for but a second, but that's all the time it took for Alaina's face to turn 1 more than 49 and one less than 51 shades of red. Alaina fell back into her seat with a gasp, eyes flying wide and mouth agape in utter shock. " Alaina flailed her arms in shock and anger, her anger really only making her look more flustered. Ah...ah....what did...WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"

[Jay Furor]

TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEE~

Jay had accomplished her mission, and was laughing as she reaped the rewards of it. The surprise was plainly written on Alaina's face at first. If she was flustered BEFORE, at the idea of licking barbeque sauce off of Jay's nose, NOW she was a beet, plain and simple. Red as the very barbeque sauce itself, hahaha!~ Next move was for her to flop backwards into her chair, in shock, and why not? It was a sneaky surprise ninja kiss!~ As she flailed her arms, that's when Jay really lost it, giggling ever more gleefully, before finally managing to swipe a tear of joy from her eyes, clutching her side from all the laughing, and grinned at Alaina, who seemed angry and stunned all at once.

"Well~ You where leaned across the table, y'know? And you just looked really, really kissable~ Though if you didn't want to be kissed, you could have made that more clear earlier, hehe. Jay sowwy... You have really soft lips, by the way. ButJaystillsowwyyyy!~" And now to see how she'd react to THAT. Which... Well, it wasn't exactly a good explanation. But it WAS an explanation, right...? Right? Yeah!~

[Alaina LeClair]

That was...a complete surprise. Argh, why did Jay do that? For what could she possibly gain from that? Alaina took a few calming breaths, or at least tried to. It was sorta difficult to regain one's breathing when they've been sneak-attack-kissed by someone of the same gender. That was her first kiss too. Alaina groaned in realization and let her head hit the table with a little "thunk". Jay couldn't possibly have meant that like a guy would have meant that, could she? No, she wasn't like that. Was she? Alaina lifted her head a tiny bit and studied Jay. Was Alaina really going to have to tell Jay that she wasn't like her? Did she really want to? Alaina shook the thought away. She wasn't a lesbian! She could just tell Jay that and get up and go about her business elsewhere.

Yes, that's what she was going to do. She was going to tell Jay how it was and then she was going to leave. And that would be that. Simple and easy! Just like that! Leave no time for reaction just be hasty and to the point! Yes, okay, you've got this Alaina. "Jay...I think it's important that you know that...I'm not- Alaina cursed herself for hesitating, just spit it out. It's true, isn't it? Then just say it! But...what if it wasn't true? What if Alaina found herself just the tiniest bit attracted to Jay? And that she maybe even enjoyed the quick little kiss- No! hat was impossible! She was another girl! Girls don't like other girls! Alaina clenched her jaw. Why did it have to be so confusing? And what were these mixed up feelings?

"Well~ You where leaned across the table, y'know? And you just looked really, really kissable~ Though if you didn't want to be kissed, you could have made that more clear earlier, hehe. Jay sowwy... You have really soft lips by the way. ButJaystillsowwyyyy!~ Danggit, Alaina's train had been derailed. How could she say what she needed to say now? Alaina, to be honest, was almost glad Jay had said that. No, that was crazy. Stop it Alaina, just stop it. Alaina sighed and stared down at her lap, her blush (if possible) just got darker. "Yeah, fine. Whatever. Just... Just why did you do that? Are you toying with me, or do you actually like me? Do you do this to everyone you meet because you enjoy their face when you do it? Why, why bother? Do you get a kick out of it? Well two can play at that game! Ha! I'll show you! Hahahaha! Alaina looked into Jay's eyes and smiled as sincerely as she could pull off. "It's fine, I enjoyed it! Might I say, your lips are quite nice as well, Ms Furor?" Alaina kept the smile on her face as she popped another fry into her mouth. Ha! Who was laughing now?! Alaina sure showed her!

[Jay Furor]

Hehehe~ After her entirely amazing, and completely logic explanation, Jay had to giggle at Alaina's bright red blush. She looked kinda cute when she was flustered, it seemed!~ Of course, Jay couldn't hear the internal monologue going through Alaina's brain at the time, and had no idea that she'd had such a profound effect on the poor girl. Though that's probably for the better, because Jay really wasn't doing anything wrong; she never put on a mask, didn't believe in them. Be that literally, or in this case, figuratively, she couldn't stand the idea of something hiding one's identity, or more importantly, one hiding their own thoughts and feelings behind something so removable, so replaceable. It didn't make sense.

As such, she tended to come off as overly flirty; a bit too much, some might say. But it was who she was, no need changing it. Take it or leave it. The main reason behind all that, though, was that under the sexy womanizing BAWSS Jay was, she was among a fine class of romantic suckers in the world, and really hadn't been doing so well at the whole love game. So she'd figured something new would pan out well for her; her and Lexi had happened awkwardly, by chance. Her and Lili, Lili had come on to her. Now it was her turn to be the one to take the first step forward, and she figured Alaina would be a good choice; at the least, they could go on a "date," have a nice chat, and go home friends, or at least acquaintances. But as they'd walked, she decided she'd go for it; she seemed to be the one. Third time's luck, non?~

But Jay's sheepish grin turned into a surprised doe eyes, as she blinked, catching Alaina's next statement. She enjoyed it...? Smiling, as she twirled a strand of her hair in her fingers, she looked down in front of her, eyes aimed at Alaina, with the slightest blush almost visible. She giggled briefly, after a moment of taking that in, raising her head again, to grin at Alaina, with a wink. " You did?~ And they are?~" Rhetorical questions of course, because psh, she knew the answer was YES to both! "Well, then. We might have to do that more often than, no?~ Haha~" Plopping a fry into her mouth, she awaited Alaina's response to that statement...

[Alaina LeClair]

Alaina was about the most hopeless romantic there ever was ever. She had never met that one person she like-liked though. Of course she had once had little crushes and the like but she never pursued any of the relationships. Her own embarrassment and lack of romantic skills had hindered her from doing much of anything. She always had the mindset that she was straight. Of course she was straight. It'd be insane to love another girl. What was this craziness? She couldn't like Jay. They had just met that day, and they were definitely just friends. Friends that enjoyed kissing one another and blushed at the flustered looks of the other. Totally. Completely. Normal. Or probably not. As much as Alaina tried to deny it, she knew deep down that she truly enjoyed this other girl. Something about Jay was just...interesting. To say the very least.

The look on Jay's face as Alaina spoke was priceless. Alaina wanted to just take a picture of it and keep it forever. Those eyes went large and doe like. Adorable~ Alaina felt herself blush at the light giggle that Jay gave, but she kept up her smirk. Though at this point it really just looked like a nervous little grin of embarrassment. "You did?~ And they are?~" Alaina smiled and put another fry in her mouth to avoid answering aloud. Her voice would probably disobey her anyways. She nodded and smiled, eyes closing in a cute nod. "Well, then. We might have to do that more often than, no?~ Haha~ Okay, back to seriousness. What to reply? Was Jay completely serious? Did she want like, a relationship? What if Alaina did? Even if Alaina did though, she would have no idea how to find the nerve to initiate it. With a bright blush, Alaina nodded a bit. "Haha. Yeah sure. If you want."

[Jay Furor]

HAHA. SHE HAD AGREED UPON A SECOND DATE. Indirectly. Mission accomplish! Jay laughed as Alaina spoke. Hmmm... Okay, food ordered, check. Check ordered? No. But nobody cares. Um, um, random kissy-kiss? Checkity-check. Awkward moment FOLLOWING random kissy-kiss? checkity-check-check check-ta-check!~ Hm. Now what? Hmmmmm... "Hey Alaina, toats epic awesome-saucem idear!~ WE MUST HAS FOOD FIGHT!~ Our team versus the McRonald's staff! And random civilians can be caught in the crossfire, and it shall be glorious, okaygo,gonow!~" At that, in an attempt to make this date more ACTION-PACKED, Jay grasped a fistful of fries and...! Ate them. Then she grasped ANOTHER fistful of fries, and flung them at the cashier, who was knocked to the floor by the pound of pure grease on the fries. Ah, McRonalds. They only used one pound per handful of fries, far healthier than Burger Queen. Not quite as tasty as Taco Hell, though. They'd certainly have to have their second date there.

Diving to the ground, Jay rolled like an action hero, preferably Rambo, or Duke Nukem just because Jay was THAT amazing, and fired ketchup and mustard from their bottles, aiming at the poor fry cooks who'd come to assists their fallen comrade. BOOM, BOOM! Both were splattered in sauces, and they quickly retaliated by... Taking their vests off, and laying them to the side, as they went to change clothes. "Quickly, Alaina, take your weapon!~ We must TAKE UP ARMS, AHAHAHAHA!~" And with a mad laugh of pure glee, twinkly gunmetal circles and all, she tossed a cheeseburger- the heaviest artillery of all- at a random man standing off to the side, waiting to have his order taken. The results were not pretty.

[Alaina LeClair]

"Hey Alaina, toats epic awesome-saucem idear!~ Oh no.... "WE MUST HAS FOOD FIGHT!~ Oh God no. "Our team versus the McRonald's staff! And random civilians can be caught in the crossfire, and it shall be glorious, okaygo,gonow!~" "Nononono Jay don't-" Alaina held up her hands and winced as Jay grabbed a fistful of fries....and just ate them. Move of the wise. Fuel up before entering battle. Even though Alaina was against the idea of having a food fight, she did agree that food was good fuel for play fights. She was severely AGAINST the idea, until of course she saw the look on the cashier's face when Jay chucked a fry-ball at him. Glorious! Alaina tried to hide the little laugh that bubbled from her lips as the cashier fell to the ground. This could be fun.

Alaina grabbed as much food from the table as she could and quickly (and ungracefully) dived for cover beneath the table. Someone really needed to clean the gum out from under these. McRonalds could patent their own gum company with the excess amounts of gum under these tables. Alaina threw out an arm and tripped a man. May as well get the poor innocent people involved! She stuffed fries into his hands and shoved him forward. "ATTACK MINION!" What had brought about the sudden change of attitude? Well food fights of course! Fun stuff could NOT be passed up!

"Quickly, Alaina, take your weapon!~ We must TAKE UP ARMS, AHAHAHAHA!~" Alaina left her barbeque sauce on the table, that was not to be wasted, and instead grabbed all of the other sauce packets littered about the table. This was going to be fuuunnnn~ Alaina leaped from beneath the table with a mighty yell of pure....well it wasn't terror. Definitely not terror. "Yes! Gogogogo! ATTACK! Leave no man behind! Unless they get hit with mayonnaise, then they're doomed! Hahahaha~" Well this certainly wasn't Alaina-like but she didn't care. This was fun! Colon Dee!

All that food. The poor wasted food that could have been used to feed starving kids. Those poor obese children weren't getting their life energy today. One day without a clogged artery may actually save them a year or two in life. Or maybe not. They could always choke to death on a ball of grease. Alaina hid behind a random civilian and squeezed ketchup at a staff member. Not very smart though, as the ketchup only flew out the OPPOSITE side and splattered across her face. With a scream, Alaina dropped to the ground qand clawed at her face. "May day! May day! Bailing out! Man down! Man down! Over! OVEROVEROVER!"

The civilian just walked away with a blank face....

[Jay Furor]

Ducking under heavy fire as the staff members began hurling hot-ham-and-cheese sandwiches from behind the register, Jay ducked carefully under each death-bomb of fiery cheese-doom. Meanwile, in the corner, the poor man face-slammed by a burger had mutated into a hideously deformed monster, with seven eyeballs on his tongue. Mostly because he ate the burger. BUT HE HAD A MUSTARD STAIN ON HIS SHIRT. And as those are notoriously hard to get out and he couldn't afford the high-quality laundry detergent that he'd need to solve his dilemna... This meant war. Taking his hand, he dipped it in BBQ sauce, and drew those two war-paint signs on his face, before tearing his shirt off and wrappoing it around his head like a bandana. "YOOOOOOOUUU!!"

"No, YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!" With a primal shriek of rage, he charged at Jay, taking into his hand a plastic spork; this meant serious business! She actually felt kinda bad for him, except for the fact she only wore her tube top, never actual shirts, so she had no way to empathize with him. Nonetheless, she grabbed a pair of plastic spoons, parrying with crossed spoons just as he went in for a killing blow with his spork. Fiercely, they fought, SWOOSH said the spoon as it swung in at his neck from the side, but he ducked, blocking with one hand- THE BRAVADO, THE SHEER BRAVADO!- as he swung down with his spork, Jay blocking the blow with his face. YEP, HE'D BEEN OUT-BALLED.

"YOU. SHALL. NOT. PASS! Not without appropriate plastic-ware punishment!"

"Then appropriate for me an apt and affably amiable armistice; you lack the ability to actually arm yourself apropos to declare victory, so it'd be best to cease and desist, before you cease to exist, Otherwise, I'll empty my armory on your ugly image, imagine it as I order up a healthy serving of animosity on your existance!" As she gave this beautiful declaration of war, this amazing address against action on his part, he openly wept, falling to his knees. "That was the most beauti-" But alas, he was cut off by a fistful of fries down his throat. "HAHA, DID I NOT TELL YOU!? I'M SECRETLY LEFT-HANDED, BWAHAHA!"

"My mother told me to never trust someone with two first names, you backstabbing Jay CAROLINE Furor!"

"...Dude, how do you even know my middle name? Let alone my FULL name...?" And at that, the oddly familiar, and quite similar-in-appearance to herself lad dashed out into the street, shirtless, and madly laughing. "...What a weirdo." LITTLE DID SHE KNOW WHO IT WAS... And little did she care. Nonetheless, she soon returned to Mortal Wombat, firing relish at people from the bottle, before lunging for the ultimate armory; the serve-yourself drink station! She flailed towards it, fighting through the masses, and quickly began tearing open straws, while leaving half the paper still attached, as she fired the paper into many eyes. But as she did so, she caught a glimpse, from the very corner of her eye, of Alaina, drenched in ketchup.

"ALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" She dove as quickly as she could, rolling towards her fallen comrade, napkins in hand. "I'LL SAVE YOU. DON'T RUN TOWARDS THE LIGHT! That would involve climbing on walls, it WOULD NOT WORK!" Landing beside her new (giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl)friend, she quickly dabbed at her face with napkins, cleaning the ketchup from her face. Alas, the shirt was stained forever and always. She considered briefly, removing the shirt, but that would be rude, and some people actually DIDN'T enjoy stripping in public. Weird.

[Alaina LeClair]

"YOOOOOOOUUU!!" Uh oh that man was super angry. And had reason to be. Apparently Jay had shot mustard at him and gotten it all over his shirt. That was bad. Mustard was delicious but it didn't come out of without the help of super powerful soap. The kind they use to clean....like really dirty stuff. Anyway, that man was like crazy mad. To the point that he wasted BBQ sauce to draw on his face! Crazy!

Then Jay went even crazier. As if she weren't already, but still. "Jay lookout!" Alaina yelled across the restaurant as she rolled across the floor and threw a burger at an unruly staff member. "He's got a spork!" And a deadly weapon that was. The spork. King of all utensils. And he was wielding it at Jay! No! He couldn't do that! ....Well he could. But it was not nice! "Get him, Jay!"

The war of the ages continued. And it was quite beautiful. The fries flying in the background as civilians got involved, others just standing there thinking "What the hell?" as they wait for their food to arrive. (Even though it will certainly not be cooked. Stupid obese peoplesss.) "Then appropriate for me an apt and affably amiable armistice; you lack the ability to actually arm yourself apropos to declare victory, so it'd be best to cease and desist, before you cease to exist, Otherwise, I'll empty my armory on your ugly image, imagine it as I order up a healthy serving of animosity on your existance!" Alaina grinned at the random rhymes Jay had spurted. Still wondering, of course, why Jay had chosen to battle with spoons. Didn't Jay have, ya know, metal limbs? She could death punch his face and that'd be it. But the plastic utensil war was far more entertaining.

Alaina watched as the madman ran out into the streets. When had his shirt came off? Ah, she didn't much care. Also, Jay was left handed? Well that would make a little sense. Her right arm was all metallicy and stuff. Unless Jay was right handed before? Right, back to the action! The way Jay dodged and weaved her way to the drink station was much more interesting. She had barely the time to catch a glimpse of Jay firing straws at people before the ketchup attacked her!

" ALAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!I'LL SAVE YOU. DON'T RUN TOWARDS THE LIGHT! That would involve climbing on walls, it WOULD NOT WORK! Alaina reached up a hand blindly, searching dramatically. "Jay...save me...I'm dying....save....me...." Alaina whispered, super overly dramatically but also super seriously, before her hand fell back to the floor. And then the ketchup was gone. Oh... it was gone. She was alive! Yay! "You saved me from the vile clutches of the ketchup monster!" Alaina yelled happily before spontaneously hugging Jay. Of course, getting ketchup on Jay in the process.

And the battle raged on. Fries flew through the background, condiments soared through the air and splattered on anything and everything that dared get in the way. Burgers split apart in air and pickles attacked eyeballs as lettuce landed on shoulders. And then the dynamic dou! Alaina was sprawled out on the floor still, too lazy and defeated by the ketchup to move. But in their little area, the lighting flickered above them (those damned crappy fluorescent lights) and the battle slowed all SUPER DRAMATICALLY! Like in movies and stuff. Little sparkles and stuff floated through the air. Most likely remnants of the fairies McRonald's ground up into each and every burger. Let's not even get started on the amount of unicorn blood in the barbeque sauce.

[Guest]

B U M P

[Jay Furor]

Not wasting any time with thinking about who that mysterious, yet oddly familiar, and quite similar looking person to herself was, Jay quickly set to work making her valiant movie-esque dash for Alaina, clutching napkins tightly in her hand. It was the most dramatic (and beautiful) thing that anyone had ever seen. Ever. Thankfully, Alaina was a rather smart person; she wasn't climbing on the walls, in a mad attempt to reach out for the light. Which would actually point towards some kind of weird possessiony Excorcist-style stuff. Kinda creepy, really. But it was cool, she wasn't doing any of that weird scary stuff! So, completely reassured now, within her own mind, that Alaina WASN'T secretly a manbearpig in disguise, she cleaned her date off, as the latter joyfully stated the obviousness, and flung herself onto Jay. Jay, of course, laughed and hugged back. "Yay, you're okay!~ And I'm the hero! Like Creta, except I don't particularly care for Creta!~"

Food continued flying around as the pair laid on the ground, covered in bits of food and such, as they stared up over-dramatically at the flickering lights directly overhead. But, as with most things, everything had to come to an end at some point, and it was time for the foodfight to end. In the corner, behind the counter, a cashier crouched in fear, and dialed 911. "Hello? Yeah, we have a situation at McRonald's..."

Jay's phone rang, and she casually answered, having borrowed the phone from Niko long ago. "Yellow, 911, what's your problem, bro?"

"Umm, well... There's a big crazy foodfight at McRonald's! Send five SWAT cars and a few ambulances! So many people, so much radiation poisoning..." Jay heard him shudder as he seemed to recall something.

"Right. We'll be right there, just whatever you do, don't tell anybody the police are coming to your location. Remain calm, and praise the sun." Not bothering to make sense, she hung up, and immediately stood, a look of alarm suddenly on her face, as she shouted. "AHH, CRAP! 5-0, 5-0!!! THE PO-PO'S COMING, RUUUUUUUN!!" And, in a fit of pure madness, one cashier, not the one who called, cackled maniacally, as he spilled the fry grease onto the floor, dancing around the black fire it created, chanting, as the flames spread, unable to be put out by anything but jello pudding of the highest caliber of Cosbyness. As the fire ate the drink machines, Jay scooped Alaina up, holding her in her arms. "I WILL RESCUE YOU!~" And in a mighty leap of faith, Jay flung herself, back-first, THANKFULLY, foor Alaina, out a window, despite a door being quite nearby. Unbeknownst to anyone, the door was hiding a one-eyed flying purple people-eater, and she'd done the right thing by using the window.

As she got far enough away from McRonald's, she set Alaina down on a bench that happened to be nearby. "There we go~ Allllllllll not-on-fire now!~ That was fun, wasn't it?" She flashed a grin and a wink, sitting next to her, leaning her head slightly on Alaina's shoulder. "Though I'm pretty sure we can't have our second date at McRonald's, neh?~"

[Alaina LeClair]

"Yay, you're okay!~ And I'm the hero! Like Creta, except I don't particularly care for Creta!~ Alaina brought her hands up to her face tentatively. "I'm alive~ Yay~" Alaina let out a nervous giggle and continued to prod at her own face, thankful to be rid of the vile clutches of ketchup. The monstrous stuff might have killed her or something had Jay not been there to rescue her. Jay was a hero, a very mighty hero that was not afraid to face down the scary monsters of ketchup and whatnots. Of course, it had been Jay that had started the whole food fight thing so technically Alaina wouldn't have even been troubled with the ketchup had it not been for Jay. But hell, the food fight was fun so Alaina wasn't going to complain, too much anyways.

Alaina glanced up when Jay's phone rang. Who would be calling now? The scariest part was that Alaina could have sworn she heard one of the cashiers call 911 just as Jay's phone rang. That was a funny coincidence- "Yellow, 911, what's your problem, bro?" Alaina very nearly facepalmed. "Jay!? What are you doing with a phone from 911?!" Alaina just sat there in utter confusion as the conversation went on. Poor cashier had no idea who he was talking to. The cashier was on the opposing team in this food fight, but Alaina couldn't help but pity the poor man.

Alaina was just beginning to think that maybe Jay had said something logical in the short time that they had know each other when - "AHH, CRAP! 5-0, 5-0!!! THE PO-PO'S COMING, RUUUUUUUN!!" Annnnd there it went. Alaina hopped up as quickly as she could before Jay scooped her into her arms. "I WILL RESCUE YOU!~" Alaina clung tightly to Jay as she ran/ "Eep! What are you doing?!" And then of course Jay had to fly through the window, because doors are way too overused. Stupid cliche doors. Who needs them?

"There we go~ Allllllllll not-on-fire now!~ That was fun, wasn't it?" Alaina was nearly hyperventilating when she was finally sat down on a bench nearby. Today was going to kill her, really. Alaina sighed when Jay spoke again. "Though I'm pretty sure we can't have our second date at McRonald's, neh?~" Alaina just let out a hysterical giggle. "Our next date can be at my place. I'm sure nothing too horrific can happen there..."

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