The Park, Sunday

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Jeffy Maroe, ex-star running back and recent paraplegic, rolled his wheelchair through the park. As he traveled down the path, several members of the Gremlins football team -- all in full uniform -- peeled off from feeding the ducks or going on dates or buying balloons from a convenient balloon vendor or all of the other things they were doing and nonchalantly followed him. It wasn't conspicuous at all.

In front of the duck pond (and, yes, in full view of everyone in the park), Jeffy stopped, turned to face them, and cackled evilly. "It's time," he told them, as he slowly stood up. "Not only did I make a ton of money betting on the game that we lost because of my tragic mountain-climbing accident, and not only am I getting a ton of money from scamming the insurance company, but this wheelchair is a great way to smuggle in... BLACK TAR CAFFEINE!!!

He pulled the blanket away, revealing a few cases of energy drinks.

After making sure each football player had a case (and there were far too many cases to have all fit under the wheelchair, but shhh), Jeffy cackled. "You all know what to do! Sell this on the streets, and we'll run Bruce Wayne out of the caffeine pill business in NO TIME, and he will PAY for what he did to my legs!!!" ...Which he was faking. Don't try thinking about it too hard.

As Jeffy sat back down and arranged the blanket around his legs again, a spooky chord played, and the camera zoomed in on his cursed statue. Jeffy didn't notice, but two of the football players tripped, fell in the duck pond, and drowned.

[Open like a park! ...And open for anyone who wants to see.]

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[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Oh, wow," Eleanor said, lighting another cigarette. "The power of our love really did cure you. That's kinda hot."

They were both using each other to get in with their respective clans. It was totally true love.

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

"It's so, so hot," Jeffy agreed. "You're hot. Here, let me cool you down." He cracked open an energy drink, sending the sweet, sweet smell of bitter astringent B-vitamins and caffeine masked by far too much corn syrup wafting her way.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor sniffed the air. "That's not coffee," she said, frowning. "But it smells ... it smells ..."

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Jeffy held it out to her. "It smells like you want it, baby. It's all yours."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor grabbed the can and gulped it down in a most unladylike fashion.

And thus, an addiction* was born.

*Okay she was already a caffeine addict. Shhh.