Post by prozac on Feb 24, 2007 19:11:03 GMT -5
It was a somewhat nice day out. The sun was out but there were puddles everywhere from the melting snow. We se the outside of the apartment building where Prozac and Ritalin live. Both men are outside in the driveway.
Prozac is leaning up against his dark blue 1986 Toyota Supra wearing blue jeans, a white polo with black strips, and white shoes. Ritalin stands across from him sitting on the hood of his dark gree Camry in and he's in blue jean and a yellow T-shirt. with black shoes.
Prozac:
So did you double check how much money you had?
Ritalin:
Yeah I have what I said.
Prozac:
Cool.
Prozac leans up against his car his body motionless, only his eyes are moving as he looks around the yard and then at Ritalin when they are talking.
Ritalin:
Ok go over this one more time because I love the way it sounds.
Ritalin sits on the hood of his car kicking his legs back and forth smiling.
Prozac:
(laughs) With all the money we have saved up from jobs and now from wrestling we finally have enough to get the cars we want.
Ritalin giggles like a school girl.
Prozac:
With some money left over but remember not a lot.
Ritalin:
Yeah, yeah I know but I don’t care I want my 300c, my baby.
Prozac laughs and starts walking over to the passenger side door of Ritalin's car.
Ritalin:
So you’re not trading in the Supra.
Prozac:
Nah...not now anyways I might fix it up.
Ritalin:
Well I'm trading in my car…it's been good to me but I don’t want to pay insurance on two cars. Did you call up and order what we wanted.
Prozac:
Yup a brand new black Chrysler 300c all options included for you and a new silver BMW N5 all options included for me.
Ritalin:
God that sounds good.
Prozac:
Tell me about it I have a hard on thinking about my new car.
They both get in the car laughing. They close the doors and Ritalin start the car, he shifts it in to drive and pull out the drive way and down the road.
Prozac tapping on the dashboard of the car with three fingers of his hand. There’s a slight grin on both there faces the whole drive. Prozac is staring out the window watching to if there anything interesting.
About 30 to 35 minutes later they pull in to the car lot. A man in a brown suite walks over to them smiling. They get out of the car and head towards the man.
Prozac:
Mr. Collins?
Mr. Collins:
Ah yes Mr. Smith and Mr. Lajara we talked on the phone.
Ritalin:
Yes where’s my baby?
Mr. Collins laughs and points towards both cars not far from where they are standing.
Mr. Collins:
Right there.
Prozac and Ritalin turn around and their faces light up at the sight they see. They see there cars sitting next to each other right out in the open. The sun shines off the hoods almost blinding if you look right at it.
You can hear gasps escape from there mouths. Ritalin then runs to his new car and Prozac walks mesmerized by the beauty. Ritalin stops right next to his car and slowly raises one hand and very gently places it on the hood.
Ritalin:
This is the greatest day of my life.
Prozac reaches his car and in the same manner places his hand on the hood.
Prozac:
Mine too.
Mr. Collins walks over jingling the car keys in his hands. Prozac and Ritalin grab the keys out of his hands with almost lighting speed which left a kind of shock look on Mr. Collins face. Prozac and Ritalin get in there cars.
Prozac:
Ok wait lets start at the same time.
Prozac looks at Ritalin and they both grin.
Prozac:
1…2…3 start!
They both start there new cars at the same time.
Ritalin:
Ok I think I just came in my pants.
Prozac:
Me too. Mr. Collins here you go.
Prozac reaches out of the open door with a check.
Prozac:
It’s the amount we agreed on the phone.
Mr. Collins:
Yes sir.
Prozac:
Have a great day.
Prozac and Ritalin close the doors of there cars and drive away leaving Mr. Collins waving bye to them.
Prozac looks into his review mirror to look at himself
Prozac:
Now this is how a champion is suppose to live
Scene ends with both cars pulling out of the car lot.
Prozac is leaning up against his dark blue 1986 Toyota Supra wearing blue jeans, a white polo with black strips, and white shoes. Ritalin stands across from him sitting on the hood of his dark gree Camry in and he's in blue jean and a yellow T-shirt. with black shoes.
Prozac:
So did you double check how much money you had?
Ritalin:
Yeah I have what I said.
Prozac:
Cool.
Prozac leans up against his car his body motionless, only his eyes are moving as he looks around the yard and then at Ritalin when they are talking.
Ritalin:
Ok go over this one more time because I love the way it sounds.
Ritalin sits on the hood of his car kicking his legs back and forth smiling.
Prozac:
(laughs) With all the money we have saved up from jobs and now from wrestling we finally have enough to get the cars we want.
Ritalin giggles like a school girl.
Prozac:
With some money left over but remember not a lot.
Ritalin:
Yeah, yeah I know but I don’t care I want my 300c, my baby.
Prozac laughs and starts walking over to the passenger side door of Ritalin's car.
Ritalin:
So you’re not trading in the Supra.
Prozac:
Nah...not now anyways I might fix it up.
Ritalin:
Well I'm trading in my car…it's been good to me but I don’t want to pay insurance on two cars. Did you call up and order what we wanted.
Prozac:
Yup a brand new black Chrysler 300c all options included for you and a new silver BMW N5 all options included for me.
Ritalin:
God that sounds good.
Prozac:
Tell me about it I have a hard on thinking about my new car.
They both get in the car laughing. They close the doors and Ritalin start the car, he shifts it in to drive and pull out the drive way and down the road.
Prozac tapping on the dashboard of the car with three fingers of his hand. There’s a slight grin on both there faces the whole drive. Prozac is staring out the window watching to if there anything interesting.
About 30 to 35 minutes later they pull in to the car lot. A man in a brown suite walks over to them smiling. They get out of the car and head towards the man.
Prozac:
Mr. Collins?
Mr. Collins:
Ah yes Mr. Smith and Mr. Lajara we talked on the phone.
Ritalin:
Yes where’s my baby?
Mr. Collins laughs and points towards both cars not far from where they are standing.
Mr. Collins:
Right there.
Prozac and Ritalin turn around and their faces light up at the sight they see. They see there cars sitting next to each other right out in the open. The sun shines off the hoods almost blinding if you look right at it.
You can hear gasps escape from there mouths. Ritalin then runs to his new car and Prozac walks mesmerized by the beauty. Ritalin stops right next to his car and slowly raises one hand and very gently places it on the hood.
Ritalin:
This is the greatest day of my life.
Prozac reaches his car and in the same manner places his hand on the hood.
Prozac:
Mine too.
Mr. Collins walks over jingling the car keys in his hands. Prozac and Ritalin grab the keys out of his hands with almost lighting speed which left a kind of shock look on Mr. Collins face. Prozac and Ritalin get in there cars.
Prozac:
Ok wait lets start at the same time.
Prozac looks at Ritalin and they both grin.
Prozac:
1…2…3 start!
They both start there new cars at the same time.
Ritalin:
Ok I think I just came in my pants.
Prozac:
Me too. Mr. Collins here you go.
Prozac reaches out of the open door with a check.
Prozac:
It’s the amount we agreed on the phone.
Mr. Collins:
Yes sir.
Prozac:
Have a great day.
Prozac and Ritalin close the doors of there cars and drive away leaving Mr. Collins waving bye to them.
Prozac looks into his review mirror to look at himself
Prozac:
Now this is how a champion is suppose to live
Scene ends with both cars pulling out of the car lot.