[mad muses] june 5.1 - gummy bear homicide
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“Seriously, how many innocent gummy bears had to sacrifice their lives for that thing?”
Effie just stuck her tongue out at Tommy, giggling as she dipped another piece of shredded red gummy bear in her glass of water and carefully applied it to the severed head of the little candy tableaux she was creating on the café table the group was sharing stageside during lunch.
“Come on, look at that! When did Norman Bates ever look so squishy and delicious?”
“Did Norman Bates actually decapitate anyone?” Kyle Howard asked from his place beside Effie, his arm draped casually around her shoulders as he passed her gummy bears to shred.
“No idea. Horror movies ain’t exactly my thing.” Tommy declared emphatically, shaking his head as he finished the last bite of his cannoli. “Everyone, c’mon! You gotta eat or I’m never gonna finish these…ditch the gummy bears, grab a pastry!”
“Ziyah, she’s still upset about the building implosion you’re doing, isn’t she?” Channing observed from the head of the table as she reached for the well stacked paper plate in the middle, plucking one up for herself.
Tommy nodded with a sigh. “That and the wedding, I think we both got the jitters? Just details. We figured keeping it small would take a load off, but there’s still flowers and fittings and the reception…Jesus, I almost wish we hadn’t agreed to do the damn reception.”
“Oh, poo. You’ll both be fine, and so will the party.” Effie assured him brightly. “Worry more about the escape…I still can’t believe you’re doing it. Any of it. What were you thinking, Tommy?”
Tommy shrugged, wishing to God he didn’t have to lie to her. He could see why Channing liked Effie, she was like a little sister he was quickly growing fond of.
“It’s an effect I been playing with for years…it’s something I just have to do. For me.” He replied, the response his standard answer for questions like hers.
With a sympathetic look, she reached across the table and gripped his hand with her own wet, candy sticky fingers. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Tommy, we’re just all worried about you. Scared, least I am.”
Managing a smile, he reached out to pat her hand with a nod. “I know, babe, and I appreciate it. But that’s why I’m gonna do the escape in Pioche first…the Houdini tribute. It’s safe, and it’s gonna test me. See if I can beat the master.”
Channing blinked in surprise, licking powdered sugar off her fingers before she spoke. “You’re going to try to beat…Houdini’s time?”
Tommy nodded, picking up a potato chip from another of the communal plates strewn across the table. “Yeah, I am. He did a lotta jail breaks, but I’m shooting for the one he did in a cell just like this one. His best time was about four hours, I’m gonna do it in two.”
“Tommy, you can’t.”
Meeting Channing’s gaze steadily, he felt no desire to take it back. It was insane to challenge the master, but not so crazy to challenge himself. She knew what he was doing, and they both knew if he failed it would cost him nothing but his pride. Houdini had been a very proud man, Tommy wasn’t quite so bad…and yet in the last few months, some things had changed.
He was no longer certain he could survive that kind of blow.
With a sigh, Tommy made a move to diffuse the mood…by reaching out to pick up Effie’s severed gummy head and pop it into his mouth with a grin.
“Mmm…Gummy Bates does good work.”
“Oh my…Tommy, you suck!!!” she squealed, grinning as she dipped her fingers in water and flicked it at him.
“Crap, Eff! You wanna play like that, huh?...”
Reaching for his own water glass, Tommy returned the blow until the two were splashing each other across the table, and getting everyone else wet in the process.
“Hey! You splashed me that time!” Kyle laughed just before joining the fight.
“What is this, Le Reve? Are we going to eat this food, or sit here and have a water fight?” Channing laughed, leaning back as far as she could as Tommy shook a dripping hand a bit too close for comfort.
“Water fight!” Effie squealed, giggling as Kyle flicked a couple of drops against the back of her neck. “Eek! You bastard, you’re so dead!!”
Sighing, Channing smiled and reached for her own glass. “Oh, fine…come on, Effie, it’s girls versus boys. Let’s soak their heads and show them what real women can do.”
The last thing Tommy heard was Effie’s call of “GIRL POWER!!!” before Channing unceremoniously dumped her glass on his head.
effiecat and is used without permission, but copious heaping helpings of love. Channing is what_its_not and Kyle is inside_mydreams, both of whom belong to me so I can murderlize them at will. :P“Seriously, how many innocent gummy bears had to sacrifice their lives for that thing?”
Effie just stuck her tongue out at Tommy, giggling as she dipped another piece of shredded red gummy bear in her glass of water and carefully applied it to the severed head of the little candy tableaux she was creating on the café table the group was sharing stageside during lunch.
“Come on, look at that! When did Norman Bates ever look so squishy and delicious?”
“Did Norman Bates actually decapitate anyone?” Kyle Howard asked from his place beside Effie, his arm draped casually around her shoulders as he passed her gummy bears to shred.
“No idea. Horror movies ain’t exactly my thing.” Tommy declared emphatically, shaking his head as he finished the last bite of his cannoli. “Everyone, c’mon! You gotta eat or I’m never gonna finish these…ditch the gummy bears, grab a pastry!”
“Ziyah, she’s still upset about the building implosion you’re doing, isn’t she?” Channing observed from the head of the table as she reached for the well stacked paper plate in the middle, plucking one up for herself.
Tommy nodded with a sigh. “That and the wedding, I think we both got the jitters? Just details. We figured keeping it small would take a load off, but there’s still flowers and fittings and the reception…Jesus, I almost wish we hadn’t agreed to do the damn reception.”
“Oh, poo. You’ll both be fine, and so will the party.” Effie assured him brightly. “Worry more about the escape…I still can’t believe you’re doing it. Any of it. What were you thinking, Tommy?”
Tommy shrugged, wishing to God he didn’t have to lie to her. He could see why Channing liked Effie, she was like a little sister he was quickly growing fond of.
“It’s an effect I been playing with for years…it’s something I just have to do. For me.” He replied, the response his standard answer for questions like hers.
With a sympathetic look, she reached across the table and gripped his hand with her own wet, candy sticky fingers. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Tommy, we’re just all worried about you. Scared, least I am.”
Managing a smile, he reached out to pat her hand with a nod. “I know, babe, and I appreciate it. But that’s why I’m gonna do the escape in Pioche first…the Houdini tribute. It’s safe, and it’s gonna test me. See if I can beat the master.”
Channing blinked in surprise, licking powdered sugar off her fingers before she spoke. “You’re going to try to beat…Houdini’s time?”
Tommy nodded, picking up a potato chip from another of the communal plates strewn across the table. “Yeah, I am. He did a lotta jail breaks, but I’m shooting for the one he did in a cell just like this one. His best time was about four hours, I’m gonna do it in two.”
“Tommy, you can’t.”
Meeting Channing’s gaze steadily, he felt no desire to take it back. It was insane to challenge the master, but not so crazy to challenge himself. She knew what he was doing, and they both knew if he failed it would cost him nothing but his pride. Houdini had been a very proud man, Tommy wasn’t quite so bad…and yet in the last few months, some things had changed.
He was no longer certain he could survive that kind of blow.
With a sigh, Tommy made a move to diffuse the mood…by reaching out to pick up Effie’s severed gummy head and pop it into his mouth with a grin.
“Mmm…Gummy Bates does good work.”
“Oh my…Tommy, you suck!!!” she squealed, grinning as she dipped her fingers in water and flicked it at him.
“Crap, Eff! You wanna play like that, huh?...”
Reaching for his own water glass, Tommy returned the blow until the two were splashing each other across the table, and getting everyone else wet in the process.
“Hey! You splashed me that time!” Kyle laughed just before joining the fight.
“What is this, Le Reve? Are we going to eat this food, or sit here and have a water fight?” Channing laughed, leaning back as far as she could as Tommy shook a dripping hand a bit too close for comfort.
“Water fight!” Effie squealed, giggling as Kyle flicked a couple of drops against the back of her neck. “Eek! You bastard, you’re so dead!!”
Sighing, Channing smiled and reached for her own glass. “Oh, fine…come on, Effie, it’s girls versus boys. Let’s soak their heads and show them what real women can do.”
The last thing Tommy heard was Effie’s call of “GIRL POWER!!!” before Channing unceremoniously dumped her glass on his head.
