Comedy Story Game
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Part 1 by Dexter
The pizza restaurant was jam packed, not surprising for a Friday night. The two people manning the registers couldn’t get their acts together, further delaying things. The area in front of the registers was small and cramped, so there was no line as such. A dozen people mobbed against the counter, and whoever was the most aggressive was the next to be served. Behind the crowd, several more people sat on a small bench, straining their ears for their names to be called. The door was right next to the register, and even more people entered and pressed through the crowd on their way to be seated, or lingered in the vain hope that they might order a take away pizza sometime this century.
Everyone was pressed together, everyone was irritable, everyone was in a hurry to get what they came for and return to their respective lairs to eat in peace, away from this madness. A couple people gave up and departed without being able to even order.
He was on one side of the crowd, next to the door. Yancy was on the other side of the crowd, talking to the other clerk. She happened to glance to her left, and their eyes met.
Time stopped. Irritation, hunger, the crowd, everything was forgotten except for Him and Her. Yancy glanced away again, quickly, like a frightened doe. She explained again to the clerk what her order had been, and explained again that she had not been asked for a name, just her phone number. She repeated her phone number again. After saying the last digit, she glanced over at Him again. He was staring at her, and seemed to have taken in the number she’d just uttered. His face was tight, impassive. When Yancy turned, He quickly glanced away, echoing her motion a moment ago.
Yancy felt warm, excited. What could she say? How could she indicate interest? Anything she did could open herself up to humiliation. What if He was involved with someone? She knew NOTHING about Him whatsoever. Absolutely nothing except how it had felt when His eyes met hers. There was no protocol for what to do.
Yancy was suddenly away of the crowd again. She caught several irritated glances at her. It was annoying people how long she was taking up here.
She glanced in his direction again. He was signing a credit card slip. She leaned forward but couldn’t make out the name before the clerk ripped it away and put it in the register drawer. She could have leapt across the counter and throttled the clerk for suddenly being so prompt.
Her clerk interrupted her thoughts by saying that the order had been discovered and it was ready. How did she want to pay?
Yancy didn’t want to pay! She didn’t even want the Italian sausage and cheese pizza with extra anchovies anymore! She didn’t want anything except for the courage to say something, anything, before the man departed.
Another worker brought up a small to go pizza box and tried to hand it over the counter to him. “Italian sausage, cheese, and extra anchovies!” The worker called out.
Yancy was stunned! He had ordered HER pizza! He was the only other person on the planet who liked anchovies!
The worker was short and couldn’t extend it far enough, so Yancy knocked an old lady to the side, leaned up on her tippytoes, ripped the box from the worker’s hands, and handed it to Him.
He met her gaze and smiled for the first time. The smile transformed His face. Oh, He was so gorgeous. It was such a warm, lovely smile. If Yancy had been warm before, she was sweltering now. Taking the box, still smiling warmly, He said, “thank you.”
And then He turned and left.
But...?
Yancy stood there, paralyzed. What could she do? What could she possibly say if she ran after Him? “Hi, I’m interested in you, care for a date?” That simply wasn’t done. She’d die of embarrassment if He already had someone or wasn’t interested. No way.
The clerk was braying again about how she wanted to pay, and others were making irritated noises about her getting on with it.
Yancy turned and paid the clerk and snatched the pizza from him and forced her way out of the bursting building.
There was no sign of him. He was already gone.
Cursing herself, near tears, Yancy ran for her car, the forgotten and unwanted pizza clutched loosely in one hand.
Yancy’s grandmother, who’d raised her, was standing next to her car. “You’re a loser, Yancy! You always have been, you always will be!”
“Oh Jesus God, not now, grammie! It’s not fair that you nag me even after you’re dead!”
“There are two kinds of people in this world,” Grammie screeched, her bifocals clouding her piercing green eyes. “Winners and losers! Can you guess which camp you march with, Fancy Yancy?!?”
A pickup truck rounded the pizza building. It was Him! He had been parked on the other side of the building and He’d come around to get out on Fares Ave instead of the street on that side!
The pickup truck slowed to wait for a break in traffic before leaving the parking lot.
“I’ll show you Grammie!” Yancy screamed, eyes bulging, at her nonexistent grandmother. She ran to the back of the truck, threw the pizza in and climbed in after it. She was balanced half in and half out when He roared out of the parking lot and merged with traffic.
Yancy screamed and hauled herself all the way inside the bed of the truck just in time.
She lay on her back as the truck swerved and turned with traffic. He had not seen her yet.
“I can’t believe it.” Yancy muttered, catching her breath. “Maybe I do have some guts!”
Part 2 by Jools
Yancy wanted to laugh out loud, what the hell did she think she was doing? For one thing she was in someone’s truck and for another she didn’t know where she was going. This guy could live miles for anywhere! He could be married, gay, and a mad axe man for all she knew. Starring up and the star filled sky Yancy wondered what she was going to say or do when he stopped the truck.
Scenario one: Man: What the fuck! Get outta my fuckin truck bitch!
Me: Oops sorry thought it was mine, my mistake!
Scenario two: Man: (look of complete horror and shock) What, who, where did you come from?
Me: I’m sorry; I’ll be leaving now
Yancy thought scenario two was more likely but she wanted scenario three to happen so badly.
Scenario three: Man: You! From the pizza place…(huge smile)
Me: (A slight blush perhaps) I er, I’m sorry but I couldn’t leave without saying hello.
Man: Please come inside, would you like to have dinner with me?
Ooh yes! Yancy smiled widely that scenario would be just perfect. Looking at her watch she could see that she’d been lying on her back quite uncomfortably in the truck for about 10 minutes, give or take a few. It was difficult to tell exactly where she was; she didn’t want to sit up for fear of him seeing her before they had reached his home. Another 10 minutes passed and still the truck sped along the highway, it must have been the highway as Yancy couldn’t see any trees above her at least that was one thing she could know for sure, another being that the road surface was smooth.
No sooner had this thought had planted itself in her mind, she felt the truck turn and with all her strength she held onto the trucks floor beneath her so that she wouldn’t slide against the wheel arches. The truck had taken an exit and was now trundling along a very uneven road; the wheels seemed to bounce off each and every rock they hit. Yancy had a feeling she was going to be nursing some nasty bruises in the morning.
It was so dark now, this was made worse by the trees that now towered and draped over the truck. Some of the branches hung so low that she was certain that they were going to strike her face. Yancy screwed her eyes shut and waited for the journey to end, how could she have been so stupid. No guy was worth such a stupid risk, it was all her Grammies fault, she goaded her into this situation she would never have attempted this on her own. She was dead and yet still she made her feel less than adequate.
Was that the radio she could hear? She was sure she had heard voices – did he have the radio on? Yancy tried to sieve out the engine noise but no it couldn’t have been, if it was the radio there couldn’t have been much happening, as she couldn’t hear any music now, just the sound of the engine and the night.
The truck seemed to be travelling faster than before, what was the rush? Was his pizza getting cold? Yancy realised then she was actually still lying on hers. With on hand she slowly reached behind her back to rescue the pizza from behind her lower back. At that moment the truck hit a pothole and forced Yancy to slide further downward to the rear of the truck. Her foot struck a something smooth and cold, looking down to see what it was Yancy noticed a large black shiny trash bag close to the rear, it was spread length ways and fully obstructed the back of the truck.
With one foot Yancy prodded the bag, she couldn’t make out what was inside only that it didn’t feel like garden clippings. She was now overcome with a mad need to know what was in the bag; something didn’t feel right about it. Slowly she curled her body up into a foetal position and began to ease herself around so that her head was pointing downwards to the rear of the truck and also facing the black shiny trash bag.
Yancy was now lying face down, with both arms out reached, she touched the bag. A cold shiver seized her body, should she open the bag? Was it any of her business – of course it wasn’t but…
Yancy ripped open the bag with both hands revealing…
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