Adult Store =\= Sanctuary

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Character(s): Ford, Faye, Ein
Content: Ford can't talk himself out of this one and needs bailing out
Setting: Estale a Cereja
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Mostly cloudy with a 95% chance of sleaze


Ford had laid his somewhat inappropriate makeshift weapon aside, assuming he would be safe at least temporarily, and was typing away at his journal furiously. This really wasn't fair, Ford grumbled mentally, either he was bored absolutely senseless or running for his life ever since the Vogons blew up Earth the first time. He wanted a beach. A lovely pink beach with emerald green waters... and ladies! His eyes wandered around the room sneakily, appreciating the... merchandise, when suddenly the creature that had attacked him earlier came hurtling back into the store, colliding with Ford, knocking him and his journal to the ground.

I had better get a new one of those for free if that thing's broken, he thought as he scrambled up to his feet. As the creature made another lunge for him, Ford dived for his weapon, snatching it up off the floor, narrowly dodging the next swipe.

"Ha!" he cried and thrust the artificial phallus toward the creature like a sword. In actuality, the only swordplay he knew came from an acting class he had taken on Earth in an attempt to reinforce his identity as a struggling actor (and to pick up girls). The creature swiped. Ford managed to block. It swiped again, and again Ford parried. He was feeling quite proud of himself, but he could only keep it up for so long.

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Ein was pretty sure that most things did not spontaneously desintigrate. His brow furrowed with thought. How was that possible? Didn't turning things into gas require lots of heat? It didn't make sense.

Then again, Welsh Corgis spontaneously turning into humans didn't make sense either. He'd just have to get used to it, he supposed.

Besides, he liked peanuts.

"Me!" Ein said, reaching over to snatch a bag of peanuts from Ford. He fumbled a bit with the packaging before giving up and ripping it open with his fangs. "Minno fink sho," he mumbled at Faye, a chunk of wrapper still in his mouth. He spat it out and repeated himself. "I don't think so. I can't smell good as I used to, but I'm still better than you." Ein turned to face Ford and sniffed a few times. "The last thing you drank was a gin and tonic," he said - and was that a hint of smugness in his voice?

The little doggie was getting a bit of an attitude.

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"I'd call it a jynnan tonix but you're close enough," Ford said as he chewed the last of his peanuts. He was already getting fidgety for something else to do. So he tilted his head back and poured the remaining contents of the packet (mostly salt) into his mouth. The he brushed the bits that had missed off his shirt and jacket and stood up.

"Well my sensitive nosed friend, it looks like I'm off to bigger and better things," Ford said and slapped his sopping wet towel over his shoulder as well as his satchel. "You're free to come if you like, you never know when you might need to know what the last thing somebody's had to drink, eh?" With a wave and a wiggle of the eyebrows he headed towards the door. Ford didn't wait for Ein to answer, figuring that the wierd kid could do whatever it was he wanted.