Wrote mine and Metteminne's:
Metteminne's:
I had a good idea for mine half way through yours. I'm going to start from scratch with yours. But I love you and Buggy being brothers from other mothers.
! “Dude, do you think I have a shot with that chick?”
! “What? Buggy, hell no.” Metteminne shoved a mop in the clown’s hands. “Mop by table four, a kid spilled a slushie everywhere.”
! “You’re right, she has a unibrow anyway”
! Metteminne punched his friend in the arm. “Dude, just mop.”
! “Would you mind wiping the table?” Buggy readjusted his visor. “We can chat up the babes in that booth.”
! “I don’t want to hit on girls. I want to earn minimum wage and buy a damn car.”
! Buggy stuck his tongue out at the boy. “You’re a loser.”
! “Uh, I’m the loser?” He scowled. “Who’s bike is parked outside?”
! “Shuddup. It gives me muscular legs.”
! “JUST MOP, ASS!” Metteminne grabbed a towel from the bucket and slopped it on the table top. The blue thickness of the drink wasn’t picking up. His growled and scrubbed harder. “I HATE THIS. These drinks are the worst invention ever! This restaurant sucks!”
! “At least you don’t have the same name as the damn title.”
! Metteminne shrugged to agree. “Guess so. Man, let’s take a trip.”
! “Where? We have no cars.”
! “There is such a thing as a bus, loser.”
! Buggy cackled and dried to mop. “Met, my brother, if I had the cash we’d go. And pick up hookers.”
! “Hookers named Sparkles?”
! “The very same.”
Mine:
! Gypsy was dabbing a bit more gloss on her lips with her fingertips when the door to the dressing room opened.
! “Miss Gypsy?”
! “Yes, Charmedward?” She adjusted her bra and put a hand to her hair. “Don’t tell me I should be out there already?”
! “No, Miss. You have a visitor.”
! “A vis- who?”
! The stage manager, turned over her shoulder and looked down the hall. “I have no idea, but his hair reminds me of fire.”
! Gypsy’s face lost all color. “Oh, NO….dammit…” She grabbed her robe to cover the performer’s leotard she was adorned in. “What is he?! What is…fuck!” Tripping over the stool, she grabbed the knob and yanked it from the stage manager’s hand. Peering down the hall, sure enough, it was Eutass Kid. He wiggled his fingers in a childish, mocking greeting. Crying out more profanity, the dancer whipped into the room again and kicked the nearest box.
! “Gyspy?!” Charmedward said, holding her binder closer to her chest.
! “Not…argh!”
! “Should I send him away?”
! Gypsy sat on the floor and rubbed her hurt toe. “No…send him in here…”
! “If…that’s what you want.” Confused, she did what requested.
! Only moments later did the tall, red haired man step in the room. Scanning over it, his brow raised when he saw the woman in the floor, nursing her stubbed toe. Blinking into an eye roll, he removed his leather jacket. “Why are you down there?”
! “Why are you here?”
! “Um, I think we both know the answer to that.”
! Gypsy leaned back on her hands and blew brown hair from her eyes. “I told you. I don’t have your money.”
! “You told me that,” He sat on her stool, the lights of the dresser behind him. “But women are usually liars.”
! “If I had it, I’d give it to you. Since that means I wouldn’t have to see your stupid mug anymore!”
! Kid pointed to his chest. “That hurts my heart, dear Gypsy.”
! “Eh, you’ve got as much in your chest as the Tin Man.” She waved a hand and returned to the mirror beside him, brushing her hair back. “Now, can you leave? In case you forgot, I have to go out there and perform.”
! “Come on, all you do is carry trays in your little costume and get huge tips.” Kid grinned wickedly. “That’s not performing.”
! Gypsy caught at cry in her throat. Glaring down to the man, she went back to fixing her hair. “Go away.”
! Kid mocked a groan of hurt. “See? I would, but I need that money I gave you for that fancy voice school you just HAD to attend. And I need it,” He flipped his arm around and looked at his empty wrist. “Now, actually.”
! The woman slammed her brush down and flipped to the annoyance in the room. “Get lost, Kid! I don’t have it now, so sitting here gets you nothing but your seat taken in the house.”
! “Ah, please. I didn’t even want one.”
! “But,” Gypsy raised her eyebrow. “You always watch my shows.”
! He shrugged. “I’m bored of them. Plus, you know the alternative if you can’t pay.”
! “I will not date you!” She sputtered.
! “Come on, that’s cheap compared to the amount I gave you.”
! “Nasty! That’s like…backwards prostitution!”
! After a second, Kid shook his head and laughed. “What the hell is that?”
! “You know…where the hooker pays the person they want to sleep with…like you’re the hooker and you paid me to…just get out!” Growing red in discomfiture, she turned to seize more makeup to cake on.
! Kid sighed and folded his arms across his chest. “You are quite possibly the stupidest woman I have ever met.”
! “Yeah, that’ll make me date you.”
! “I doubt even if I kidnapped your family you’d go on a date with me.”
! “If you asked me honestly, then maybe we’d get somewhere.” She dropped her mascara wand as he turned harshly to her. “I mean! No! I will never date you!” She marched to the door and threw it open. “Now get out of my room! NOW!”
! Kid rolled his tongue over his teeth and stood up, shouldering his jacket. Walking out the door, he stopped in the frame and looked down at Gypsy. Though she could not possibly get any redder, he guessed he should wee if she could. “You know, I have a seat, right?”