fandomtownies | Turtle & Canary, Wednesday, 6/11

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She's in that book section.

Amber had said he only had to do this a couple times, so Cal figured he'd better get it done and over with, stopping into the store sometime before his class, but after his workout and a shower. And, no, he didn't use any of the fruity, smelly soaps in that shower, although he did use the hell out of the bar of soap he did have.

It really was going to develop into a complex, he feared. Either way, he drifted in, located the soaps and plucked out a small, blue koala bear shaped one, and then went to go pay, but didn't see Amber behind the counter. A small search through the store had her easily located, though.

"...They pay you for this?" he asked with a quick of his eyebrow.

"Aaa!" she jumped, of course, and shoved the book behind her as she came to her feet awkwardly.

"Uh...it's nice to know the product first hand, that way we can suggestively sell with firsthand knowledge."

[LJ is eating my notifications :(]

Cal wasn't laughing at the jump, really. Not on the outside, at least. His head tilted. "What were you reading?"

It had to have been good if she was hiding it.

"Uhh..."

Crap.

"Oh, you know... just... learnin' material." Amber tried her best to shove the paperback in her back pocket. It wasn't working.

"Well," Cal said, crossing his arms over his chest and settling in a position that made it clear that, hey, he was comfortable, he didn't have any where to go for a while. Or fourth period, at any rate. "Learning what? Besides basic product knowledge?"

Boys. Amber was certainly learning just how persistent they could be. Cal didn't look like he was planning on going anywhere. And would he laugh at her for reading trashy romance novels if she did reveal it to him?

Great.

"Um. About... the history of Pirates."

Edited 2008-06-11 15:59 (UTC)

"Yeah?" Which actually sounded pretty interesting but, based on the fact that there was nothing particularly embarrassing about the history of pirates that would inspire Amber to feel the need to hide it, he wasn't sure he bought this answer. Part of him wondered if he should just shut up, because he knew he didn't want to push anything less it come back around that someone would push something from him, but...well, all was fair in love and soap wars. "Pirates are cool; what've you learned so far? I am, after all, all interested customer."

He gave the little koala bear soap in his hand a slight wave as if to prove that fact.

Amber raised her brows; hard to tell if he was being serious with her or just trying to out her, make her give up and declare her trashy sinful nature. Hm. A conundrum; what to do, what to do.

She cleared her throat, grinned a bit at the soap wave. "Ha, soap," she replied stupidly.

"Well, pirates are nefarious. They steal, cheat, lie, but wield an awesome cutlass." Pause. "There's a lot of... wenching that goes on too."

"Hey, I'm a man of my word," Cal said, giving the soap a little toss in his hand. Very little, because he doubted his ability to catch it if he tossed it too much, and then, despite himself, he laughed a little. "'Wenching'? Is that a technical term?"

"It's pirate talk; I'm sure it's technical, yah." Amber had no idea but it sounded pirate-y and she thought she sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

"Then there's the ship itself... that's a whole other discussion and could last forever so we'll just skip it." Amber tilted her head. "Are you into pirates, Cal? I'm sure there's another book around here... somewhere..." Er, she wasn't giving up hers dammit.

"You clearly have an interest," Cal observed, "and so I guess I have one, too. And, I mean, hey, that book you were reading is clearly just a treasure trove of knowledge, and your job here is to sell me stuff, isn't it? Maybe you're just so good of a salesperson that I have an interest in that one. I'll be sure to tell your boss, or write up one of those little feedback cards..."

"Um. Well. This one, this particular one that I'm holding behind my back, well you see, it's used and I'm sure you don't want a used book right?" It was only used so much as Amber plopping her butt down to read it. She was fumbling here, seriously.

[omg I'm sorry, I fell asleep.]

"It's cheaper if it's used, isn't it?"

That one was just...way to easy, and, really, the funny thing was, he wouldn't have really even cared what Amber was reading if she hadn't tried to hide it. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he really cared that much now; he just owed her for yesterday.

And Amber was just that much of a dork to actually think he wanted her book.

Sighing with an accompanied eye-roll, Amber slowly brought the book out from behind her back and reached out, showing him exactly what it was. Fabio, plastered on the cover, looking ten times hot.

Cheeks red, she mumbled while staring down at it, "I'll knock off fifteen percent because it's only been used that much."

Cal tried...so hard, really...not to laugh, but he couldn't help it. And when he tried to stop, he found that all he could do was chuckle all the more. "Used that much?" he repeated, question in his voice. "Really? You must be a pirate expert by now, Amber."

His laughing had her eyes up and on him, her cheeks growing even hotter. There was no way to justify her reading here. It was what it was and these books were like soaps (the kind on TV, ahem); very addictive.

"There's a lot of history in here," she managed, shaking the book a bit. "Even in that fifteen percent's worth. But, um... you don't actually want this book do you?" 'Cause then he would read what she read and that would be so embarrassing, geeze. Especially since she'd skipped to certain parts.

"Well, you seem to like it an awful lot," Cal pointed out, barely fighting back his grin with a bit to the lip. "It must be some pretty good stuff..."

"...if you're super duper bored, I guess," she told him. "And you don't really strike me as that type, Cal. Probably you wouldn't have time to even flip through it."

[Headed to McDonalds, brb ;)]

"Oh, right," Cal agreed, "because I'm so busy all the time."

He paused. For dramatic effect.

"I could flip through it right now," he pointed out, moving in to make a grab for the book to snatch it from Amber.

"Well there's the gy--heeeeey!" she exclaimed when he snatched the book from her unsuspecting hand.

"Really Cal, I'm sure your tastes don't run along the lines of... uh, pirate... wenching and so forth."

"Only one way to find out, really," Cal declared, turning away from Amber a little as he held up the book, high enough to get it well out of her reach, but still close enough that he could read it.

And read it he did, out loud, as he flipped through the pages looking for some of those key words he expected to find in book like this, settling on one of those fine passages to begin his dramatic reading on pirate...wenching. Truly inspired. Surely, Tennant would practically be cutting his tongue off with that razor blade if he knew he had such an actor in his midsts, bringing life to the vibrant purple prose with nary a giggle interspersed.

Although God only knew that those giggles were trying.

Her sails unfurled about his mast, indeed. This was priceless.

"Oh come on!" Amber whined a bit, jumping to try and reach for the book as he began to read. She was tall but not that tall and her efforts failed entirely.

She groaned, turned beat red as he continued on. ...his mast? Oh Lord.

"...I hadn't gotten that far."

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