Drunken Madness (Ollie)

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Ollie offered a mischievous grin. "Well, at least a poking war will keep you awake," he teased. "I'd hate to be obligated to put syrup in your hair and whipped cream all over your shirt." The vision of Anna covered in various ice cream toppings popped unbidden into his head, and he quickly shook it away. He didn't know why it had popped up there, and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to know, either.

He took another bite out of the cone, watching the ice cream all come rushing down from the top into the wafer. Physics degrees were useful in everyday life-- especially when eating ice cream. She teased him for his un-rollie-polly-ness, and he put on his wounded face. "You don't think I could pull it off?" he asked, quite fakely. "Well, I guess my long-nursed dream of entering the model business is cracked, now. Better stick to physics." He took another slurp of his ice cream.

He smiled, and chuckled, when Anna attempted to back-pedal. "Yes, I know I'm awesome," he grinned. "Besides, gullibe isn't a word in the dictionary." He gave her a light poke.

[~ ADMIN]

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Anna absolutely cackled with laughter. The image of him covered in cream and syrup had been amusing enough, but now both of them? Maybe they could get a whole load of people to do it then they could dance around the diner... or not. Her imagination was getting carried away again. "I don't know that doing that would be a wise idea. Someone might mistake me for an ice cream and try to eat me. It'd like to wake up uninjured and with all my hair." Unlike other red-heads who shied away from their hair colour, Anna loved hers. She had always worn it long because of how thick it was - it looked ridiculous any shorter than her shoulders, almost cartoon like.

"Oh no," she said, pretending to act guilty, "well, at least you know now, and you can dream about more practical things, like being a tight-rope walker or a fire breathing unicyclist." Anna actually pulled off a dead pan face, continuing to eat her ice cream as she looked across at him for his reaction.

"You stole my line," she replied, squirming away from his poke, returning it with one of her own. "What did I say about a poking war?"

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Ollie had to chuckle along with her. It was one of his weaknesses-- whenever people started laughing, he did too, whether or not he found the joke funny. He could usually rein it in somewhat, but he really didn't feel like it. Not with the air-hockey and sugar and Anna. That would spoil all the fun.

Ollie cocked an eyebrow at her guilty face. "Those suggestions are sounding mysteriously like you're hinting at me to join the circus," he mused, playing along. "Joining the traveling band-wagon or something. Are you just breaking the news of my untimely firing lightly, or do you think my skills would be better suited as an elephant trainer? Although I would like to learn to ride a unicycle." A unicycle-riding elephant trainer-- now that was a sight he would like to see at the circus. Everyday life, maybe not, but at the circus would be fun.

Ollie grinned. He seemed to be doing that a lot as of the moment. "I didn't steal it," he insisted. "It was for non-profit, recreational use only. Totally complies with law. Or do you need me to fill out some forms?" He hoped not. He hated paperwork.

He turned back to his ice cream, poking Anna discreetly as he took another crunch. "Still awake?" he whispered.

[~ ADMIN]

If she could have died laughing, Anna was pretty sure that that would have happened by now. She was adoring the fact that he just played along with her insane comments, replying with crazy comments of his own - such enjoyable company. "Who was hinting?" she smirked, playing with her ice cream rather than eating it. "I would pay good money to see you do all of those things," she paused, "breathing fire at the elephants while riding across a tight rope on a unicycle." Anna beamed.

"I don't know," Anna mused, "I still maintain that you stole it, and instead of paper work, you should be reprimanded. Although," she stroked her chin, "maybe making you doing paperwork would be a suitable punishment. The paper cuts you will receive will teach you a lesson." She was joking, of course, but some of her authoritarian side was coming through. 21 and an authoritarian? It was a scary thought to most.

There were two ways Anna could react to Ollie's next poke, she could pretend to be asleep, which may lead her to getting cream and syrup poured all over her, or she could... dipping her finger into her ice cream, she smeared it on top of Ollie's nose. "Yes," she grinned.

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Ollie put on his shocked face. "Me? Breathe fire at elephants while riding across a tightrope on a unicycle? Poor elephants. I thought we were a humanitarian mission, not a barbeque franchise." He thought about that for a moment. "I don't imagine elephant-burgers would taste all that good either. Too tough." He pulled his jaw, and took another slurp of ice cream to wash the offending thought away.

"Not paperwork!" Ollie cringed melodramatically at the thought. "I thought UGAP had reprimanded the death penalty ages ago. I'd go into cardiac arrest from sheer boredom." He was playing, but there was an element of truth in his words. Paperwork was never a friend of his. He'd much rather be doing something with his muse, like trying to make a better Rubik's Cube or rewiriting Tetris again. Rewriting Tetris never got old.

Ollie went slightly cross-eyed as Anna dabbed the ice cream on his nose. "Hey--" he protested, trying to lick it off. No such luck. "Damn this short tongue," he muttered, trying to suppress a grin. This was so silly. Only with Anna. Scooping up some of his own ice cream, he artfully dabbed it on Anna's nose, making sure the curl was just right. "Looks beautiful," he said honestly. "Now, let's see how long your tongue is."

[~ ADMIN]

Ollie repeating the whole thing back to her made it sound even more ridiculous than when she had first said it. "I would have thought the elephants would have been too impressed with your amazing skills to complain," she said, "and they haven't got thick hides for nothing." She had to agree on one point though, she couldn't ever imagine eating an elephant burger, the thing would probably pull out all her teeth before she could chew.

Ahhh, he obviously felt the same way as she did about paperwork. In fact, she had yet to find a person who liked doing paperwork. All the people that did had probably been declared insane and shipped off to the loony bin. "Stop being so melodramatic," she rolled her eyes, a smile upon her face, "you'd be fine. Nothing a couple of aspirin and some ice for your fingers wouldn't cure." She patted him on the shoulder condescendingly.

Seeing him go cross eyed was worth it, and also not being able to get it off. She didn't move quickly enough to evade him doing the same to her, the end of her nose tingling under the cold ice cream. "And stop you from admiring your work of art?" she pretended to model her nose, before chuckling, poking her tongue out and up, just touching the edge of the ice cream. "Oh, so close!" Anna tried again, but to no avail. "It tickles," she said, screwing up her face adorably.

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Ollie shrugged. "I've never actually met an elephant, let alone set it on fire, so I'm not exactly the best person to ask." He would have loved to meet an elephant- that would have made his day- but he lived nowhere near Africa. Not something easily done. "Maybe we should go see an elephant sometime," he mused lightly.

Ollie sighed melodramatically. "Now my acting gig is down the drain," he moaned. "You keep shooting down all my career options. Do you have something against me going into the arts?" He grinned, and elbowed her again. She was so fun to tease, she took it so well. And she could tread the line between teasing him and insulting him. Now that was skill to be reckoned with.

He laughed as Anna did her best nose model. "Oh, I see," he chuckled. "You don't want me in the modeling business because you want to beat me to it. Fine, I'll give." She would make quite a good model-- not that he was going to voice that just yet. "Not allowed to wipe it off," he reminded her sing-songly. "Ice-cream-on-the-nose-rules." He bit into his cone, to illustrate his point.

[~ ADMIN]

"I'd doubt that you'd be allowed anywhere near an elephant with fire without commandos and zoo keepers football tackling you and spraying you with fire extinguishers," she grinned, ignoring the fact that she was the one who had voiced the idea in the first place. "I'd love to see you try and shake an elephant's hand," Anna said, "so yeah, will definitely have to go meet an elephant some day." Look at that, they were already talking about plans. And he wasn't drunk. Interesting.

"Yep, little did you know that Chief Tactical Officer is just my day job, by night I'm a Dream Ruiner," she teased, "I ruin people's dreams. And the only pay is the satisfaction of seeing peoples' disappointed faces. Tears are a bonus." She snorted. "No comments about my word usage, I did notice how atrocious Dream Ruiner was."

"Well, let's face it, I am prettier than you," she said with a grin, wiggling her nose. He was playing the victim very well, she would feel guilty but she knew he was only kidding around. He could dish it out and take it, it was great. "Mean," she pouted, before eating another spoonful of ice cream. "What happens when it melts and dribbles all down my face, huh?"

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Ollie chuckled. "How many charges do you think they would lay for that?" he asked. "I'd be stuck in jail for months, maybe years. And since it was your idea, you better come bail me out." He shook his ice cream for emphasis, quickly catching a bit before it hit the ground. It tasted just as good out of the cone. "Then, after we made each other's acquaintance, the unnamed elephant and I will play a rousing game of chess whist discussing galactic politics." He should break out his chessboard sometime. Brush up on that, just in case the air-hockey didn't work out.

Ollie laughed at her double identity. "What, are you a super-villian now?" he asked. "Trying to take over the world with horror and tears, and the Candyman as your arch-nemesis? You're busy." He rolled his eyes, taking a crunch out of his cone. This was crazy.

"Are you trying to lower my self-esteem?" he pouted teasingly, wiping an invisible tear away. "I'm beautiful on the inside, you know. Just for that, I'm going to let the ice cream melt off your face and all over the floor." He scowled, trying not to laugh and ruin the charade.

[~ ADMIN]

"I'm sure you could handle yourself in prison for a couple of days," she said, waving her hand in a flippant fashion, "you could use your wit and charm to win over the other prisoners, you'd all be best buddies in no time." She chuckled, "this is all hypothetical of course. What makes you think that you won't be crushed in the pile?" Wow, that was morbid, this conversation was taking a turn, a weird one. But then again, it wasn't like any of their conversation was at all sane. She hadn't noticed any of the funny looks they'd been getting.

"The Candyman and Sandman like to double team against me, working at night is the Sandman's forte after all." This was completely bonkers, it truly was. At least it was in jest, if they were at all serious then it would have been frightening to say the least.

"Depends, is it working?" she smirked. Anna reached up to pat him on the head, "of course you are sweetie, keep telling yourself that." In truth, he did seem quite beautiful on the inside, he was funny, cute, quite gentlemanly in fact. In fact, she may even have been beginning to like him...

"Aww, but, but," eyes wide, batting her eyelashes.

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Ollie snorted. "I'm glad you have such a high opinion of my charisma," he laughed. Not that he didn't like it-- it was kind of flattering. He hoped she meant it... "Of course, I would just use my amazing people skills to convince them not to sit on me. They wouldn't want to crush a people person like me, now, would they?" He knew this was all a lie, of course. Sure, he had some good qualities, but his work usually got in the way of that. He tried to let it shine through-- and obviously, Anna saw it. That was god. He was happy about that.

"Well, you're going to have to make up your own tag team, then," he chuckled. "With Mr. Hyde, maybe, or the Wicked Witch of the West." This was such an odd conversation. Oh, but was he ever enjoying it.

Ollie put on his best pouty face. "Just a little," he told her with a sigh. He switched to a beam as she patted him on the head. "Why, thank you," he chirped, taking a bite of his cone. Good stuff.

He sighed internally. Oh, not the secret weapon. She had him again. "All right," he relented, wiping the ice cream off her nose with a thumb. He then proceeded to smear it on her cheek, outlining her cheekbone. This was actually quite fun. "Any better?"

[~ ADMIN]

"I'm glad you're glad," she grinned, although she knew that they were joking around. To some extent though, it was true, he was certainly charming her, that was for sure. Anna laughed when he said he would use his powers to stop the prisoners from sitting on him. "That's assuming all the people in the prison are men the size of the Incredible Hulk," she pointed out, spoon in hand, "what if a gorgeous woman with a fiesty air sat in your lap. Would you use your charm to get rid of her then?"

Anna giggled, how not evil of her. "Or maybe Darth Vader and Dracula," she said, "that would been an awesome team of evilness! Darth could throttle people with his mind and Dracula could scare people with his terrible Transylvanian accent!"

For a moment she looked hopeful as he removed the ice cream, then rolled her eyes as it was smeared across her cheek. "Much." Despite her sarcasm, she'd liked the feeling of his finger on her cheek. Doing the same to him, she put ice cream on both of his cheeks. "Now you look like a Native American," she smirked.

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Ollie laughed. "I imagine they would put me in with the Incredible Hulk, noting my luck," he sighed. "If they could get him in a prison. As for the gorgeous woman with the feisty air, I have no idea what she would be doing sitting on my lap. Especially if Bruce Banner was in the room." He wasn't exactly a ladies' man-- gangly seemed to describe him when it came to relationships. Not the best way to get girls.

Ollie snickered. "I'm pretty sure Darth Vader has to have the whole constricting-hand thing going on for it to work," he pointed out. "Vader could incapacitate him, Dracula would turn them into vampires, and they'd have a whole army who could actually hit something with a gun once and a while." He shook his head. "But how would you fit into the team of evilness, then? Coffee fetcher?"

"Well, I'm certainly glad," Ollie responded innocently to her sarcasm. "That's what I'm here for." Then she did the same to him, and he rolled his eyes. Well, he sort of did deserve that one. "Not quite yet," he insisted, grabbing some more ice cream to divide his face down his forehead, all the way down his nose to his chin. "Much better," he grinned. "Now, I'd love to practice my rain dance, but I don't exactly want to be stuck inside on vacation."

[~ ADMIN]

Anna chuckled when he said that of course they'd put him with the Incredible Hulk. She got over that 'I'm so unlucky' trip a good few years ago now when she'd decided to be a stronger person. "Hey, you never know," Anna told him, "she may be blind, or completely delusional, it could happen." She poked her tongue out at him, before finishing off her last spoonful of ice cream with a wide grin. "Tasty," she said, "thank you, good sir."

"Coffee fetcher?!" she said with disgust, "who do you think I am? I'm the brains behind the operation, the evil commander. I order and they do." She nodded once hard. "You should fear me and my awesome powers," she told him, poking him with her spoon, "or you may wake up with something else in your hair other than syrup!" It was an empty threat, she wouldn't ever do that to someone, but it was fun to joke about it, especially when Ollie played along.

"Hey, you were asking for it," Anna retorted to his roll of the eyes, then she laughed out loud when he went on to smear ice cream all the way from the top his forehead to the point on his chin. "I bow to you Indian Chief," she said, bowing her head to cover her smirk, "I fear the owner of the establishment may also not appreciate your rain dance. Although, I'd be very amused."

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Ollie scoffed. "I'm guessing the delusional, but you never know." He took a crunch of his cone-- there was only a little left, enough to hold in the palm of his hand. He finished with his mouthful, and tossed the rest back. "You're welcome," he mumbled through the ice cream. Not the most polite way to do it, but hey, it was ice cream.

Ollie held up his hands in mock surrender. "I would never doubt your powers, O Great Evil One," he insisted, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm trembling in my shoes as we speak." Oh, this was crazy. He managed to hold back a laugh, disguising it as a cough. "I would like to respectfully ask Your Evilness what would end up in my hair, though. Just in case."

Ollie snickered, putting on his wisdom face. "Rain dances are not for amusement, young cub," he insisted purposefully. "They are to honor the gods." He grinned, to let her know he wasn't berating her. "Though they are pretty cool to watch. It's awesome." He'd seen a couple, done just at the summer fests Maine usually held. The costumes, the music, the elaborate preparation... It was a sight to be seen.