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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 22:15:38 GMT
All this talk of cake and pie had Booker craving something sweet but looking around the cafeteria he was unable to find a single piece remaining.
"Oh god." he thought to himself, "that means the only way to get some desert is to..."
He carefully weighed his options. "Do I really need that dessert," he questioned himself.
Booker sighed realizing that, yes, his sweet tooth was forcing his hand...
He walked up to the counter and steeled his nerves. "Excuse me, but I could have have a piece of cake...gorgeous?"
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Delores
Lab Rat
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Post by Delores on Jan 29, 2016 22:16:04 GMT
"Don't you 'gorgeous' me Cameron T. Booker!" Delores chided loudly.
She scowled at him in a way that only lunch ladies are capable of, "Maybe I'd have more cake to go around if you and your little 'waddlefluffs' hadn't thought it was such a good idea to use MY oven to steam 'team logos' onto their 'jerseys'"
Delores had always been quite proud of her ability to verbally insert quotation marks with inflection alone. It was almost necessary when dealing with Vester's little pets.
They were always up to something...
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 22:22:01 GMT
"How was -I- supposed to know that they'd be flammable..." Booker replied weakly, "I mean...yeah...the material we were trying to heat transfer DID say not to use near an open flame and...yeah...Wallter DID tell me not to and...yeah...we had to steal the key to your kitchen from your nighstand but..."
Booker grinned, "I mean those jerseys would have been pretty badass am I right?" He paused noticing her glare, "...ma'am."
"But lets let bygones be bygones," he continued with as much charm as he could muster, "I mean I'm sure the capitol will buy you a new oven. I mean this whole thing is government funded right?"
"...so yeah," he said weakly after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, "...do you have any more cake?"
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Delores
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Post by Delores on Jan 29, 2016 22:26:43 GMT
Delores let the uncomfortable silence continue a bit longer for her own benefit.
It was hard for Delores to stay mad at the test subjects. It seemed like everyday they'd show up with a new bruise or broken bone.
Some of them like Booker seemed to have chosen this life but she had seen lab rats come through here that she was sure had no other way to earn a living.
"...and then there were the ones sent over from the prisons."
Delores cleared her head of those thoughts, "I think I've made him sufficiently uncomfortable enough for now," she concluded.
"Here ya go," she said handing him a slice of cake, "...gorgeous."
"Ok NOW he was uncomfortable enough..."
"Just don't let me catch you in my kitchen again," she added as he grabbed the plate.
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 22:34:45 GMT
"Yes ma'am," Booker said in a singsong voice as he grabbed the plate of cake from her.
Booker may have been twenty-six but that lady had a way of making him feel like a high school student all over again.
"Maybe we could take a look at that oven later," he added diplomatically, "I've been known to be good with my hands!"
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Delores
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Post by Delores on Jan 29, 2016 22:37:39 GMT
"You-" she started a little caught off guard, "no I'm sure Vester will get the maintenance staff on it when he crawls out from under his mountain of schematics and maps."
"He's a bright kid," she thought to herself, "...just a little dense when it came to certain things..."
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