2019-10-02 - Fruit Loops

Mae has seen a lot of grocery stores in her day, and every time she comes in this one she feels like she might get ganked for her ice cream, or worse.

She doesn't cook, but she does like to buy food for the people in her life that cook, because if she buys it, they'll cook it. It's nice to grease the wheels to get things done. She's pushing a buggy, standing in the cereal isle, pondering her life choices. She grabs some Fruity Pebbles, and dumps them in with some Lucky Charms. She just has to remember to buy milk before she leaves.

She shrugs off her leather jacket, draping it over the front of her cart, tugging briefly at the thermal shirt she's wearing over the pair of jeans. Her hair is gathered up into a messy bun, leaving curling tendrils of hair falling down the back of her neck.

She starts to walk again, not paying complete attention to whatever might be in front of her, she's still looking at her breakfast options on the shelves as she also wrangles her phone's text messages.

It almost ends in catastrophe. Almost. She blindly pushes the buggy, and as Moses rounds the corner into the isle, he only barely misses craning into her cart'o junk. There's a verbal 'ack' from the man, who leaps out of the way, protecting his feet which, as always, are covered merely by a pair of very beaten and loves flipflop. Day three of nearly losing his toes! Gray Harbor is gaining traction, damnit. The struggle continues.

It takes him a few seconds to notice the woman, as his attention is immediately sucked in by the box of fruit loops he reaches to snatch with just the smallest force and aggression. If he were wearing his pearls tonight, he'd clutch them. "You nearly killed me." Okay maybe he doesn't need pearls to clutch them. "You would have felt terrible, you know that right?" Despite his words, Moses is already smirking before he's finished speaking, "Hi Mae."

Mae turns at the ack and smirks in Moses' direction. "You always seem to pop out of places like a bad fucking penny." She eyes his cereal choice with a very audible scoff. "Fruit Loops, really?" She shakes her head in disappointment. "I didn't nearly kill you. You might have gotten a bump, maybe a bruise, likely you would have only had your feelings hurt."

"I would have felt terrible though, if I bruised or bumped you." She picks another box of Fruity Pebbles for the sacrificial pile in her cart. "How you doing Moses, got sick yet?" She asks, letting her lashes brush against her cheeks as she smirks in his direction. "You look well enough."

"My feelings are very fragile," Moses assures her with all seriousness. He also lowers his eyes to eye his cereal choice before she gets a rather critical look, "What? The birds where it's ate. We're not all divas that need marshmallow unicorns with our breakfast." This much is pointed out before he drops the box back into the handbasket he's been swinging around like an unruly housewife.

The question about his health is met with a small hesitant pause, which looks as though it were the first moment the mans spent to judge his current health. His hand pats his chest, and them moves to smooth his hair back. "No. I seem to be in proper working condition, why? You worried about me?" beat. "Also thank you. You look well enough as well. At the very least you look less pissy than you did the other night. Get your fears of commitment under control?"

"I've noticed that." Mae says, turning to lean against her buggy as she carries on her conversation with Moses. "I know I'm a diva. Why the hell do you think I became a stripper? I like attention." She snorts, rolling her eyes as she stands up straight and puts her hands on the buggy while she maneuvers around Moses.

"Just checking up on you, you seemed very worried about falling sick. I'd have brought you some soup." She smooths her hands down over her top, down to her hip where she rests them, smirking. "I am less pissy than I was the other night, and I think I've worked them out, but I think that it'll come back up again, because people keep seeming to bring it up." She crooks a finger at Moses as she pushes her buggy forward. "Walk with me? I'll buy you a churro."

Moses smirks, but he also narrows his eyes at her as she begins moving again. Getting him to follow her was as easy as continuing to talk, so he trails after her. "Can I ask why you have a panic attack when someone points out your in a relationship?" beat. "I mean, I know why /I/ do it, I just want to experience this conversation from the other side for once." Again, he smirks, but he also reaches to snag a bag of Doritos as they pass a shelf.

"Mmm Doritos, you've just inched yourself a little higher in my estimation." Mae says as they walk, she pauses by the produce, wrinkles her nose and continues down toward the fruit. "Well, first of all, until recently? Never been in one. It's one of my three rules. Thou shall not relationship. Thou shall not turn down offered money. Thou shall not manipulate weak minded idiots." She lists off her rules and shrugs a shoulder. "It's worked out for me over the years. I always seem to pick up and go pretty quickly, why leave behind a mess?"

She stops at the fruit, grabbing some oranges, apples and pears. They get bagged and tossed into her cart. "Why won't you do it?" She pauses, which hopefully makes him not crash into her. "Never found anyone who has amazing hair like yours, waiting for your Princess of Coiffure?"

"I'm a terrible boyfriend," Moses allows without much hesitation. "I tend to just do what I want, and that is apparently an infuriating quality." He shrugs, but he smirks, nonetheless. It's also not the full truth, evident even to the laziest of perceptive people. Moses is not a good liar. "Also, I have trust issues." That parts true, obviously so. "I don't move much though. I like roots, I'm just quiet, people tend to overlook me." Which he doesn't seem to hate. "I like your rules though. They seem like winning rules. To bad you broke one."

"I'm sorry." Mae murmurs, pausing so she can place a gentle hand on Moses' shoulder. "I didn't mean to manipulate you." She grins at her own joke and then turns to continue, stopping on a dime to turn down the dairy isle. "Some people aren't good at relationships. You don't seem to be. I know that I'm not, and that's fine." She picks up a gallon of milk and sets it inside her cart.

"It's fine though, means you're gonna be fun to get drunk with." She makes a vague gesture in his direction and grins. "You ever change your mind, I'll be a great wing woman. Good at detecting crazy, it's because I eat Fruity Pebbles, they have secret powers." She grabs some orange jello and drops it into her cart. "So how is my new dog doing?"

"Don't do that to your friends." This comes out as a chuckle, but Moses does stop to rummage through the various dips before he decides he's enough of a dip, and moves on. Her orange jello loses her a point, but he keeps that to himself for now. Women get crazy over their snackfoods. "Penelope? She's fine. She ate a bar of soap though. Now her breath smells like irish spring." He smirks, but he moves on. "You new dog, is she? How's that work?" beat. "And I am a /great/ drinking partner."

"Friends, you assume I have those?" She does. Mae quirks a brow at Moses when he mentions that the cute dog ate a bar of soap. "First toilet paper, now a bar of soap, what's next? The pillow? You better get a place where you can crate that pretty girl and keep her safe from herself." She slows down near the drinks and chips, looking thoughtful. "What makes you great? Convince me."

"I drink a lot, I don't have a girlfriend, I live in murder motel so I wont try and take you home, my wallet bleeds when I drink and my clothes fall off after four shots of tequila. The list can go in any direction after that. Also I will /never/ talk about my feelings." That's the winner there, at least in Moses-Land. He too thinks, but he shifts toward the nearest cooler for a bottle of Dr. Pepper. Because he's a basic kinda bitch.

Mae grabs some cheetos and she turns to eye Moses. "You're literally a big old walking contradiction." She states, opening the cheetos to eat while they continue to walk. Soup next. "You don't have a girlfriend. Your clothes fall off after four shots of tequila. You won't try to take me home, but you live at a murder motel. Maybe I want a walk home, instead of going to a murder motel, you know?" She smirks and waggles a orange dusted finger. "You don't talk about your feelings? What about after four shots of tequila?" She grabs some chicken noodle soup, some clam chowder and tosses them into the cart. "You seem okay though, haven't heard a reason to avoid your ass yet."

"Oh well see that's where my lack of directional common sense kicks in and I die of exposure. Do you really want that on you?" He chuckles, but Moses also twists the top of his drink open, "I also never said I make great choices." This is pointed out with a top of the bottle before he takes a drink. "Also, no, I don't talk about my feelings. Feelings are for the weak. Also my fear of commitment runs deep." Beat, "I'd sooner roll in body glitter and work a shift with you than be that drunk guy." Beat. "I mean I become some degree of 'that drunk guy', it's just not the emotional model."

The orange fingers get a cringe from him. Not clean! "What kind of drunk are you. You don't cry do you?" Why do they always cry?

"You could always bunk down on my couch. The couch is pretty damn nice." Mae smirks over at Moses and shakes her head, sticking her fingers in her mouth to suck off the orange cheetos dust. Time for the check out, maybe. She starts to nudge the cart in that direction. "I mean, I'm pretty sure you could get some work at the Cabaret. I have some glitter you can borrow."

She eyes Moses when he asks his final question. "I'm a snuggle drunk. I drink and I just want to cuddle up and get warm and sleep. Doesn't work great for me at bars. It's been a while since I got truly drunk though."

"It's a thought," Moses allows with a nod, "but I mean, I'm respectful of relationships...even though I'm bad at them. I don't like drama." His hands tighten on the bottle a moment as he follows, though he seems content to wait his turn for checkout.

A second later he laughs. "Oh, you're a sleeper. That's no fun, but I guess there's always at least one that finds the most inconvenient place in the room to fall asleep. At least you're easily lifted."

"Drama is unnecessary. Just be honest with everyone and bam, problem solved." Mae starts to unload her cart, tossing cereal and other things up on the belt, watching the girl ring it all up. "I am a sleeper, can't help it. I am on the go so much that when I get an opportunity to sleep, I take it, hands down." She finally has her cart emptied and pushes it toward the front before she deals with payment.

"Worst drama you ever dealt with?" She asks, turning those hazel eyes on Moses. She gets out singles to pay for her food, handing over two bundles of fifty before she waits for change.

"That's not really true," Moses points out dryly, "A lot of people really can't deal with the truth. Very few relationships are actually honest. Honesty means having to hear shit you don't like. People don't like that." A pause, "Most people...anyway. I too am to honest, but I've learned to keep stuff to myself." Which is how you get the more commonly seen 'quiet Moses'. He pays after her, with a few bills which are not singles. They get paid differently; it seems. His stuff all fits in a single bag that screams 'bachelor'. He also reaches to help her with her bags (because he was raised by humans).

"Well maybe you're not using your truth right. You have to be honest, at the same time sensitive to someone's feelings. Asshole." Mae bumps Moses with her hip, letting him help her with her bags. "Good on you for being honest, better on you for not saying things that shouldn't need to be said." She has an Uber waiting for her out front, the trunk open. "You gonna be around tomorrow? You should come down to the club. Have a few drinks there, and try not to stare at the half naked women who roam around. It's like a drinking game. Take a shot when you see someone with pierced nipples. Take a shot when a stripper falls of the stage.. it's fun."

"Actually, it doesn't bother me." The women thing, "I spend half my time face to face with bodies, there's nothing that's going to get shaken that I haven't seen a billion times." His face tilts, but he does offer a smile. "But watching someone bust their ass will never get old." Honesty, probably one of the things best not said aloud. "I'll come by. I have a morning appointment but that works out. I'll be wired and bored by the time I'm done." Moses hands the bags over before his own is tugged free of them, "You have a nice night, Mae."

"You too." Mae pats Moses gently on the cheek before she pushes up on her tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do. It isn't much, but you should have some boundaries in your life." She smirks and gets into the Uber, pulling out her phone to send off a few texts.