Soren’s handwriting was clear and concise and there was always the threat of Soren unleashing wrath worse than a thousand PMSing housewives, but he ran into Ranulf halfway through.
Ike figured one little drink wouldn’t hurt, and Boyd was there too. The game was on and one thing led to another – the next thing he knew it was 12PM and he was still a bit drunk, and he hadn’t gotten a single thing done. The only thing he returned with was an empty hot wing chicken tub, and a smudge of lipstick on his sleeve. (He had no idea where that came from, though there is a vague memory of bumping into Aimee and shaking her off, citing that he was taken.)
Needless to say, Ike slept on the couch that night.
And for the rest of the week.
2. The next time Ike was far more careful. A week of arctic chill from Soren was enough to make him refuse drinks, food or any other distraction at least until he was finished with his task.
Unfortunately, while he was checking the list in the parking lot, an errant gust blew away the scrap of paper.
Try as he might, Ike couldn’t remember everything. He came with about a fraction of the list, and what he did get was either the wrong size or the wrong brand.
When he returned, Soren could only stare blankly at him.
Ike shrugged.
“The wind blew it away,” he said.
Soren rolled his eyes and sighed.
“I guess I’ll have to do it next time,” Soren muttered.
3.
Honestly, at this rate Ike thought that Soren was about ready to staple the list to his arm. Ranulf was having ball with how ‘whipped’ Ike was, he gleefully insinuated that it was Soren’s ‘time of the month’ every chance he got. Ike wasn’t laughing, because honestly, sometimes he wonders.
Five Reasons Ike Did Not Come Home With All The Groceries. <3 (!)
1.
Soren’s handwriting was clear and concise and there was always the threat of Soren unleashing wrath worse than a thousand PMSing housewives, but he ran into Ranulf halfway through.
Ike figured one little drink wouldn’t hurt, and Boyd was there too. The game was on and one thing led to another – the next thing he knew it was 12PM and he was still a bit drunk, and he hadn’t gotten a single thing done. The only thing he returned with was an empty hot wing chicken tub, and a smudge of lipstick on his sleeve. (He had no idea where that came from, though there is a vague memory of bumping into Aimee and shaking her off, citing that he was taken.)
Needless to say, Ike slept on the couch that night.
And for the rest of the week.
2.
The next time Ike was far more careful. A week of arctic chill from Soren was enough to make him refuse drinks, food or any other distraction at least until he was finished with his task.
Unfortunately, while he was checking the list in the parking lot, an errant gust blew away the scrap of paper.
Try as he might, Ike couldn’t remember everything. He came with about a fraction of the list, and what he did get was either the wrong size or the wrong brand.
When he returned, Soren could only stare blankly at him.
Ike shrugged.
“The wind blew it away,” he said.
Soren rolled his eyes and sighed.
“I guess I’ll have to do it next time,” Soren muttered.
3.
Honestly, at this rate Ike thought that Soren was about ready to staple the list to his arm. Ranulf was having ball with how ‘whipped’ Ike was, he gleefully insinuated that it was Soren’s ‘time of the month’ every chance he got. Ike wasn’t laughing, because honestly, sometimes he wonders.