Last night I ran by the barracks to pick up some things one of the elite young ones had borrowed. I thought I’d sneak in and sneak out, but a couple of the other elites spotted me and called me over. They said they were headed to eat in town and wondered if I could go along. Some of the others in the barracks who didn’t know me were wondering why these guys were crowding and insisting I go… and even though I had already eaten a little that evening, I decided what the heck.
Perhaps I should have set a better example as the older, more adult person present.
FADE IN:
INT. MEXICAN RESTAURANT — EVENING
RSM is seated at a large table with a number of the elite unit. Everyone is drinking water, most longing for something stronger but refraining. Two BASKETS of CHIPS rest on the table with empty crumbs. Across from RSM is JUSTIN, a tall, blond farmboy with a degree of innocence and a strong religious faith. To his left, JAMES, more of a street urchin recently gone good. Also there were ECH, YI, and CORNEL, always silent.
RSM
So where are you headed next week?
JAMES
Beach time. Alone time.
ECH
Alone time?
JAMES
Yeah, you know.
He grins and makes slight movements with his hand and wrist. From the other end of the table YI throws a sprinkling of chips at him as they all laugh.
JUSTIN
That reminds me of when I was down at the beach last summer and…
JAMES
(wrist moving again)
If me doing this reminds you of your time at the beach, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with where this is headed…
JUSTIN
No. No… it’s not like that. See last summer when I was hanging out on the beach…
ECH
What was hanging out?
JUSTIN
Just me. Anyway, there was this guy there and had this really cool gun he pulled out…
YI
He called it his gun?
JAMES
You do know you have one of those, too? He probably wanted to see it.
JUSTIN
Stop it, y’all, anyway, he pulls out this gun and starts shooting money in the air…
JAMES
I do this
(motioning)
And you start thinking of a guy on the beach shooting off in the air? I’m definitely not comfortable.
JUSTIN
Well it wasn’t like that but still, he was going over and he pointed at someone and POW shot like 10 bucks at them.
Everyone is snickering except RSM whose eyes are watering from the pain of trying to keep a straight face.
YI
Did he get any on you?
JUSTIN
Yeah a little. He gave me a few bucks from his pile.
RSM
(unable to resist, a smile cracking)
So you took this stranger’s Money Shot and he gave you ten bucks for it?
ECH
Did he have a big pile?
JAMES
Would you say it was a pile or more of a wad that he was shooting? And if he was just tossing off all this money, how much of his wad did he blow on you?
JUSTIN
(smiling)
You guys suck.
RSM
…which might lead to the situation you were just describing…
Sounds like a great time….
Wait, I meant goin’ to dinner and the evening, not the story within the story.
But then again……reminds me of this time I was down at the beach…….
ROFLOL….
……can’t…… stop…… laughing…
ROFLOL…
oh……. [sigh]……. wait…. NO….
ROFLOL….
Just… DAMN… DAMN.
*snort!* OMG… that poor boy. Tooooo funny!!!!
y’know, we never hear things like this in mixed company.
*chuckles*
Good story!
This is where a young guy would say what are you guys laughing at? Heh heh, caught this strangers money shot and tossed his salad.
Damn… Justin needs to learn the value of silence, or he’s going to be the entertainment for everyone for a long, long time. Make sure to keep reporting on him until he does learn.
Funny, funny shit.
And I thought *I* was bad…
… whoa…
Golden stuff… and I probably know at least one of those guys, too!