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Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Wed., 3/12

"I don't know, Eddie. It wasn't there yesterday," George Michael said about the statue that was some two hundred feet away or so. An angel statue no less.

"I thought they just belonged in graveyards. Strange, right? Eddie... you think that's strange?" He chuckled nervously and shook his head, looking down as he checked his nuts.

Not dirty.

Looking back up, he quirked his lips just before his mouth parted. "Uh, did you see... uh, that's weird. It moved, right? Eddie? Did you see it move? Was it ever even there? Uncle GOB? Are you here...?"

[ETA: George Michael closed the stand after lunch!]

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He's probably just gawking at something. Don't mind him.

Mary showed up around lunchtime with a picnic basket. "Sweetie, I brought you lunch," she said.

"You're wonderful," he said distractedly.

She noticed the distraction. It wasn't like Mary needed to have attention focused on her all the time, but it did seem a little unusual. "Is something wrong?"

"Angels. Statues. You notice any, Mary?" he asked her, looking at her now.

"I saw a couple of them on my way from the hotel, but I didn't pay much attention," said Mary. "Something weird is definitely going on, though. Jeff didn't show up for work at all yesterday. It's not like him. And Turtle wasn't on the radio Monday night."

"There was one over there," he pointed. "But now it's gone. Think I might be seeing things, Mary. I didn't drink last night did I?"

"No, you weren't drinking last night," said Mary, looking around. "We were, um, both a little too busy for that last night."

His cheeks flushed and he quirked a cute grin at her. "Yeah. Kind of wild wasn't it?"

"It was a thoroughly enjoyable evening and I'm looking forward to many, many more of them with you," said Mary, smiling.

"Careful, Mary. I might be so inclined to close up the stand and take you back home."

"Now, would that be so bad?" asked Mary, giggling.

She was about to say more, but she saw something out of the corner of her eye and turned. "Um, that statue wasn't there earlier, right?"

"No, it woul--"

He turned his head. "See? I don't understand it. I thought it was Uncle GOB and if it is, then he still isn't answering me."

"That statue totally gives me the creeps," said Mary, turning back to face George Michael.

"So, back to what we were discussing earlier... When you close the stand later on and come home, what do you want me to be wearing?"

He shivered but turning back to Mary, it was easy to see that his demeanor changed quick enough. George Michael leaned towards her slightly. "If I said nothing but that little apron of yours, would you think me weird?" He might have certain ideas about her serving him dinner.

Oh man.

"You mean that frilly white apron? I think that can be arranged," said Mary, happy to think of non-creepy things. "So, absolutely nothing but the apron? That means nothing underneath, right?"

"Yeah, uh, that's the one." Man, he should really close early. "Nothing. Just... you. Oh. I think you should feed me now, Mary, else I won't be accountable for my in the very near future actions."

"Oh, the squirrels are going to have so much fun reporting what they heard of this conversation," giggled Mary as she started pulling sandwiches out of her picnic basket. "Still, you make me feel absolutely amazing, George Michael. That's one of the things I love about you."

"The squirrels are drunk half the time, I think," he said grinning as he took a sandwich. "I'm glad, Mary, because that's exactly how you make me feel. I love you."

"I love you too," said Mary. "Tonight is going to be awesome. I'm going to make sure of that," she added with a smile.

"I can hardly wait," he muttered before taking a bite of his sandwich, staring at her in that way of his where his eyes got all dark and his mind was consumed by sex. Yes, sex. Lots and lots of sex.

"I should go back to the hotel and get ready for tonight," said Mary with a smile.

The smile disappeared when she noticed yet another creepy statue. Were these things multiplying?

"I'll see you later, Mary," he said, his mind in a happy place until he noticed that her smile fell. He looked over and frowned. "Should I walk you back to the hotel?"

"I think that would be a really good idea," said Mary. "I'd feel a lot safer with you, sweetheart."

She was likely to not let him leave the hotel once they got there.

"Let me close up and post a sign real quick," he said and saw to that immediately while she waited for him.

"Don't want you walking back alone, Mary..."

When he was finished, he took her hand. "Come on, honey."

"Thanks. I'd feel a lot safer with you," said Mary, squeezing his hand. Not to mention she'd feel better knowing he was safe away from all those statues.

"Guess this means I'll have to put on that apron and serve the rest of lunch as soon as we get back," she added with a wink.

"That sounds nice, Mary. And I'll just stay home. The stand can survive the rest of the day without me."

The thought of having Mary to himself for the rest of the afternoon and evening was a very good plan.

Kthxs.

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Enjoy your banana

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