[TEST] DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT

[reapsthewind]

I HONESTLY COULDN'T THINK OF A GOOD PICTURE SO THANKS LAVVY

Here, have the slightly more relevant song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_nLlL1mwKI

Anyway, this is a random scenario test drive meem, since we've had an influx of new potential appers. I am a bit too lazy to make this a proper meem, so you make your own shit up. Here's some inspirational scenarios:

> The Mall. The hell are you doing out in the suburbs, bro? And why is that woman trying so hard to sell you nail polish?
> The Park. MAN IT IS A NICE D-- shit is that a Vermicelli or whatever the monsters are called?
> Arts & Crafts Fair. Cute knit cat cozies! Bad pretzels! YEAH.
> Rainy Day. It's wet and you're stuck at the bus stop. HOW DEGRADING.
> You get an echo while someone else is around. SHIT. PARANOIA TIME.

Or make up your own!

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[frostedoverland]

[OOC: omg that would be hysterical]

[He laughed softly at the stage whisper, just gave a playful salute with his ice cream scoop and put it back where it belong, grabbing the spoon in the jar full of rainbow sprinkles and poured it all over. Then, he grabbed a clean, plastic spoon and walked around to give it to the child.]

Alright, there ya go, kiddo. Don't eat it too fast.

[He straightened and stood up, smiling over at the father as he walked to the register to ring them up.]

Did you want anything for yourself or would that be it?

[knight_of_heart]

[ Mery happily accepted the ice cream, his grin just as big as big could be, though he didn't forget to chime his ] Thank you Mister Jack! [ like a good boy.

Horace grinned too, peering back into the displays. ]

Yeah, actually. Think you can whip that cotton candy one into a medium milkshake?

Daddy say please.

[ And Horace doesn't look at all chagrined, just proud again. ] Please and thank you, Mister Jack.

[frostedoverland]

[Jack couldn't help the snorting laugh he made at that, but he managed to keep it small and quick as he nodded. He grabbed the scoop out of the warm water and, after a brief shake, got a few scoops of cotton candy ice cream into a medium sized cup and then walked over to the blender to dump it in and then add the appropriate amount of milk in as well. He set the blender going and walked over to the register and added it to the total.]

Alright, that'll be $5.15.

[knight_of_heart]

[ While Mery got a head start on getting all that glorious sprinkled ice cream into his belly, Horace counted out exact change to make Jack's job easier: a five dollar bill, a dime, and a nickle. As he held the cash out, he scanned his eyes along the counter. ]

Now tell me you guys are allowed to have a tip jar out....

[frostedoverland]

[He took the money and put it in as exact cash, the register dinging as it opened. Once the money was in, Jack pointed the jar sitting on the glass.]

But you don't have to, really.

[It wasn't like working there made him dependent on tips like a waiter or waitress would be.]

[knight_of_heart]

Hey, you see that? [ He nods at his son, happily enjoying his ice cream. ] That's priceless. Least I can do is pay for your after-work hot chocolate!

[ Because who wants coffee after ice cream, or so goes Horace logic. He thought he was making a funny. As he waited for his shake to finish blending, he tucked another five bucks in the tip jar... and had another thought. ]

Or your new nametag.

[frostedoverland]

[He had the grace to look a bit sheepish. The extra five was a bit much, more than what most gave which was usually just their coin change.]

That's really kind of you.

[The blender soon stopped on its own and as Jack walked back over to get it and pour it into the medium sized cup, he heard the last bit and laughed.]

If only these name tags only cost five bucks. But it's alright, I can suffer through the Michael Jackson jokes and whatnot.

[He placed a straw in there, the paper still wrapped around the top and handing it to Horace.]

Here ya go, a cotton candy milkshake.

[knight_of_heart]

Michael Jackson? In an ice cream shop? Naw. Should be more like... hm. [ Real wit wasn't precisely his strong point, and though he paused to sip his milkshake (sugar rush heaven, aw yeah), he failed to come up with anything better and shook his head with a chuckle. ] Nevermind. Thanks for the ice cream, Jack!

Mister Jack. Thank you, Mister Jack! See you soon!

[ So the father-son pair turned to make their way back out of the shop, but the back of Horace's brain was still going and for a silly little test drive, his mun couldn't resist.

Just before they were out the door completely, Horace jerked to a halt and looked back with a triumphant grin. ]

More like Jack Frost!

[frostedoverland]

[He waved at Montgomery as they began to leave, a chuckle still on his lips as Horace still tried to think of another joke for his name. He thought he would be home free until that triumphant grin.

Jack's eyes grew wide and his heart beat oddly for a second. A young voice saying his name softly was suddenly in front of his eyes, the boy looking rather shocked as he stared at Jack.

The memory was gone in an instant, leaving Jack rather confused. What was that?]