Posted at 2:59 am on Sep 4, 2015 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
'Bout a nine on the tension scale there, Reub.
After he took care of the payment and arranged the shipping, Deadblood returned to Sheri to find her examining a shelf containing various brands of power drills.
"See something else you want?" he asked, standing behind her.
"No, I was just thinking about that robbery is all." She set down the box she'd been holding.
"Well they wouldn't have used a drill that small." He picked up a box himself to look. He had some tools. Probably still less than she had in shoes.
"No shit, Sherlock?" She spun around and pushed him playfully. "I didn't think they spent years using one of these to drill out a tunnel underneath the bank."
Deadblood shrugged and they made their way out of the store, Sheri leading him to the food court.
"What are you in the mood for?" she asked once they found it, glancing around at the many options. "And don't say sex."
"What?" He shook his head with a laugh. "I guess I know what you're in the mood for." He continued looking around at the food stalls before saying, "How about pizza?"
They made their way to the Italian stall and both ordered a slice and drinks. The slices were huge, more than enough to keep them going for more shopping.
Once they finished eating, she quickly found the shoe store. As they passed the display window, she said, "Look, Champ. I bet those heels would go nicely with your ring gear."
He stopped in his tracks, staring at her, unamused.
Looking back, she saw him and laughed. "I'm kidding!"
Rolling his eyes, he slowly followed after her into the store, keeping his distance as she browsed.
