Dream ∆ 005
“Jack, the wedding is only five months away and you haven’t been putting enough thought into planning,” Rose complained. “I need your help: Baby Pink or Light Pink?”
Raiden glanced at the two swatches in her hand.
“They look the same to me, Rose.”
He rolled his eyes with a sigh and pointed to the Light Pink. He dipped his hand into his bag of cheetos and munched, eyes back on the tv.
“No, never mind, Baby Pink has much more depth. The bridesmaids will look so stunning in this, with the dark green sash and the sexy sillouhette - not as good as me, of course, but the bride is supposed to look her very best.” There was a beat. She placed the swatches down on the table. “Jack, what size wedding dress should I get? Do you think I’ll be fat for the wedding?”
“I, uh, just get your usual size with one of those high waists, so-“
“You think I’ll be fat! Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m getting married while I’m fat. Who knows what the guests will think, I’ve been knocked up and we have to get married because-“
“But we are…”
“JACK DON’T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE? WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN I’M FAT? WILL YOU STILL THINK I’M BEAUTIFUL?”
Jack reached for his sixth beer as he massaged his temples wearily. “Rose, you know I think you’re gorge-“
“YOU’RE RIGHT. I’ve been eating too much, Jack, I need to cut back, but the baby we need the baby to be healthy and I can’t just starve myself or our baby will-“
Jack guzzled his beer. Hey, was that Vincent Price on the TV? He’s an oldie but a goodie.
“Jack!”
“What?”
“… How many people are you going to invite?”
“Well,” Jack took another swig of good ol’ Sam Adams. “There’s Otacon and Sn-“
“I know they’re coming, Jack,” Rose interrupted crossly. “But what about your other friends? What about the people at the base? Do you even go to the base anymore?”
“…”
“Jack, your side is going to look too empty. You have to invite more people. Don’t you understand how uneven it’s going to look? My side is going to be too full and I’ll have to tell them to sit on your side, but that isn’t right because they came for me, Jack.”
“There’s always those tourists out by Federal Hall.”
“Jack, this isn’t a joke!”
Jack harrumphed and reached for his seventh beer of the hour.
“Jack.”
“…”
Rose’s voice became soft and tender, a severe departure from her anxiety only seconds ago. She sighed romantically. “Have you spoken to Roy at all recently? He’s here to help you.”
Jack threw the beer bottle at the wall with a loud CRACK
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*Opens his eyes.
He doesn’t look thrilled with his recent dream. He knows he’s going to get an earful from Snake any second. He steels himself for the coming conversation, hoping he can end it quickly.*
Raiden glanced at the two swatches in her hand.
“They look the same to me, Rose.”
He rolled his eyes with a sigh and pointed to the Light Pink. He dipped his hand into his bag of cheetos and munched, eyes back on the tv.
“No, never mind, Baby Pink has much more depth. The bridesmaids will look so stunning in this, with the dark green sash and the sexy sillouhette - not as good as me, of course, but the bride is supposed to look her very best.” There was a beat. She placed the swatches down on the table. “Jack, what size wedding dress should I get? Do you think I’ll be fat for the wedding?”
“I, uh, just get your usual size with one of those high waists, so-“
“You think I’ll be fat! Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m getting married while I’m fat. Who knows what the guests will think, I’ve been knocked up and we have to get married because-“
“But we are…”
“JACK DON’T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE? WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN I’M FAT? WILL YOU STILL THINK I’M BEAUTIFUL?”
Jack reached for his sixth beer as he massaged his temples wearily. “Rose, you know I think you’re gorge-“
“YOU’RE RIGHT. I’ve been eating too much, Jack, I need to cut back, but the baby we need the baby to be healthy and I can’t just starve myself or our baby will-“
Jack guzzled his beer. Hey, was that Vincent Price on the TV? He’s an oldie but a goodie.
“Jack!”
“What?”
“… How many people are you going to invite?”
“Well,” Jack took another swig of good ol’ Sam Adams. “There’s Otacon and Sn-“
“I know they’re coming, Jack,” Rose interrupted crossly. “But what about your other friends? What about the people at the base? Do you even go to the base anymore?”
“…”
“Jack, your side is going to look too empty. You have to invite more people. Don’t you understand how uneven it’s going to look? My side is going to be too full and I’ll have to tell them to sit on your side, but that isn’t right because they came for me, Jack.”
“There’s always those tourists out by Federal Hall.”
“Jack, this isn’t a joke!”
Jack harrumphed and reached for his seventh beer of the hour.
“Jack.”
“…”
Rose’s voice became soft and tender, a severe departure from her anxiety only seconds ago. She sighed romantically. “Have you spoken to Roy at all recently? He’s here to help you.”
Jack threw the beer bottle at the wall with a loud CRACK
********************************************
*Opens his eyes.
He doesn’t look thrilled with his recent dream. He knows he’s going to get an earful from Snake any second. He steels himself for the coming conversation, hoping he can end it quickly.*