“…so we make it back to my place, right? And she’s lookin’ around, definitely awe struck by everything that I own because, let’s face it, I’ve got the best of everything. She tells me how nice my place looks and I tell her, ‘Wait’ll you see the bedroom’.”
“Really? Right to the bedroom?”
“Of course! So I take her to my quarters, preparin’ to show my quarters, if y’know what I mean, and…”
Ryon sighed as he leaned back in his chair. ‘Another of Shryp’s Stirring Scintillations,’ he thought. After a night on the town, especially after a good pick-up, his best friend was often more than happy to come over to Ryon’s house and share his experiences. Though interesting to hear at first, Ryon grew tired of their usual conversations consisting of whatever date Shryp had, especially since the majority of them ended up the same way.
“Why don’t you ever talk about your ‘misses’ as much as your ‘hits’?” Ryon interrupted.
Shryp had his foot on top of Ryon’s coffee table, legs spread and hands out to demonstrate his “tactics” from the night before. He replied, without missing a beat, “Because it’s oh so good to be hittin’ that it is with the missin’.”
“Is a visual aid necessary?”
“Hey, maybe you could learn something one of these days.”
“I don’t think that you’re the one I should be learning from.”
“Fine,” Shryp replied, falling back into the arm chair on the opposite side of the room, “I just thought I’d share, y’know, since you don’t seem to go out that much anyway. Somebody’s gotta live the life, and some should be happy to know what life has to offer.”
“I’d be happier if not all of your tales involved ‘Miss Anonymous of the Night;’ there’s gotta be more that we can talk about besides your love…well, lust life.”
“I’m sure there is…probably not as interesting, but I’m sure there is. Not like you’ve anything better to do anyway, right? Just sittin’ on your tail and keeping to yourself; you may be a mouse-lookin’ rat but you’re definitely qualified to be a bookworm.”
“And it’s a wonder that you haven’t realized that you’re a dog in both actuality and in metaphor.”
Shryp shrugged his shoulders as he smiled from the remark, “Hey, can I help it if I’m one pooch that girls like to pet?”
He rose from his seat and headed to the front door.
“Still, if you really wanna talk about something else sometime, I’m up for it. Just keep it interesting, something I can really get into. I’ll see ya later Ryon.”
“Later Shryp,” Ryon called as Shryp left. He couldn’t help but think that such an idea was actually a good one. Shryp may not like to use his mind too often, but he does have good ideas every so often.
“Hmm…,” he mulled aloud, “…well, since I’m ‘sittin’ on my tail’ around here anyway, might as well come up with a few things to talk about for later,” with a snap of his fingers, a grin formed on his face, “and I know just how to start it all off. This should definitely fit his interests.”
Ryon leapt from his chair and headed for his room. Once within, he grabbed a pencil and paper from his computer desk and began to write, jotting down topics for their eventual conversations.
