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Dealing With Stupid People [Monday, 2nd period]

"Today, you will deal with real people, so keep your eye rolling to a minimum, please," Josh said as the students assembled in the Danger ~~Room~~ Shop ~~that he totally told them about, rly.~~ "We will be working...retail!" he said, clapping his hands together.

The Danger Shop turned into a sandwich store ~~of a chain that might be familiar to some of you, oh yes~~. "Half of you will be working behind the counter. The other half of you will be the incredibly irritating customers. Ask how long a foot-long sandwich is! Demand a sandwich with everything except most of the ingredients! Wonder why a sandwich shop doesn't serve Mexican!" Josh's grin turned positively evil. "And you customer service types--remember to smile. And, um, not to punch anyone."

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Johnny rubbed his chin and stared at her, "I guess I'll just have a slice of pepperoni, but hold the pepperoni." He pounded his chest with his fist. "Indigestion sucks."

Still smiling, but gritting her teeth just a little, Isabel gestured at the sandwich making counter. "Do you see pizza dough around here?"

"You know, you're awfully hot. Why don't you lose that hairnet, meet me out front, and I'll take you for the ride of your life on my motorcycle. It's so sweeeet!"

"Perhaps you'd be interested in a cold lemonade?" Isabel asked, still smiling. "Something to cool you down?"

"Oh, you think I'm hot?" He grinned wide. "Thank you, thank you very much."

"I'll have a nice cold brewsky if you don't mind. I could really use a corndog too, lots of mustard. Thanks."

Facepalming with plastic gloves on, not so much fun. Isabel was torn between being highly amused or extremely annoyed.

"May I see some I.D. please?" she asked, still smiling.

Johnny gave her a look and leaned an arm across the counter, "Sweetheart, I'm as old as you think I am." Yeah, Johnny wasn't thinking about how that sounded.

"Why don't you just get me some cotton candy and I'll be good to go. Unless you are ready to come with me? I have a sweeet bike parked out front. Wait a minute, I take that back. I'll need a six pack. So what's the damage, sweetheart," he started to pull out his wallet.

"I sure," Isabel nodded. "That grey's a giveaway. But I'm still required to ask. You wouldn't want to get me in trouble would you?"

"As for the damage? I don't think you could afford it me."

"Grey? Ahh, maaan!" Johnny ran his hand back through his hair. "You wouldn't get in trouble if you snuck outta here with me," he waggled his brows, ever the charmer, yes.

"I can't afford it? Ahh, maaan! Well what do you serve here that I can afford?"

"Yeah but I have to come back to work tomorrow," she pointed out. "They'll just yell at me then. So I'm going to have to pass."

"How about a turkey sandwich, a nice cold coke, and a bag of chips?"

"You would never have to come back and work in this sleazy joint if you came with me," he offered, smirking.

Johnny shuddered. Not that he didn't like a good turkey sandwich, but he was trying to ruffle her feathers, right?

"I'll just have a chilidog. With cheese. Yeah. That sounds good. I want one of those rabbit foot key chains too. I could use me some good luck."

Isabel's gone with amusement over annoyance, because seriously, this was nothing compared to the stories Maria and Liz told about the conspiracy freaks that visited the Crashdown. That's why she smiled, her eyes wide. "Never have to come back? Is that a proposal? It's so unexpected!"

Johnny didn't miss a beat, "What would your parents say?" Not that he cared one bit but he was stalling. Stalling was good. Cause was she considering...really?

"They'd probably wonder how soon we could start on the grandkids," Isabel said with a perfectly straight face.

"I want ten." He replied, straight faced as well.

"That's great," she agreed. "I loved it when my kids came to visit after prom. I'd love a dozen of them."

"If they don't look like me, I'll have to throw them away. How else will I know they're mine?"

Now that made her annoyed. "Are you implying I'd cheat on you?"

"Well how well do I know you? You're just a girl wearing a hairnet that works in a sleazy shop. You're hot though, so hey..." He gave her a double thumbs up.

And that was the point that Isabel picked up the bottle of mayonaise and squeezed it at him.

"Hey! Hey! Ahh, maaan! Come on!" Johnny, arms akimbo, stared down at the mayo - oh, wait, he's wearing his firesuit.

Smiling at Isabel, he yelled, "Flame on!" And lit himself up, doing away with all the icky mayo.

"Won't it be something to tell our kids? 'Hey look sweeties, daddy's on fire again! Get out the wieners!"

"I believe the term when pigs fly comes into play here," Isabel laughed.

"...would that be about the weiners? Or the part where daddy's on fire?" Johnny extinguished himself and was standing there, grinning like a dork at her.

She shook her head. "I think it's the part where there's even the slightest possibility to that you might wind up being in a position to be my children's father."

"Ouch," he said, bringing a hand to cover his heart. "That's cold."

He glanced over the menu, at her, at the menu, "Just give me the spaghetti."

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