Gerta here; standard distressed and annoyed sales girl. I can tell you where things are and how much it is. But please, don't pay for a computer in change. Also I have a little bitch named Anna bossing me around.
This couldn’t be happening. There was no way this was happening. Balt was just a friend, and he was in no way, shape, or form anything else. This had to be some sort of dream or something. Some sort of psychological clusterfuck of issues.
But it wasn’t. He was kissing her, and as much as she would deny it in her head, she was liking it.
She had a boyfriend (or something to that effect) and she was pretty sure Balt mentioned being in some sort of relationship once before, but this was happening. Gerta was kissing, and at this point, making out with her best friend Balt.
Cold air graced his face as he slumped back down under his friend’s hold, the fuel of alcohol draining out of his liveliness and energy. When was it a more perfect time to rest up then now?
Just like that, he was asleep.
That little asshole that managed to totally stop her from processing thought earlier just dozed right off.
So, with nothing else to do, Gerta picked up her friend and dragged him back to his (currently open) apartment. She left him on the couch, shut the door and headed home.
Once she got home, she proceeded to punch her wall and practically mutilate her pillow.
Gerta cannot process what is going on, as her best friend has started smooching her.
Something felt wrong, oh so very wrong. Gravity cycled itself into rewash and everything came crashing down at full force of load done, the impact of snow covered concrete greeted his head in way of hammock on a sunny day. Something so wrong, yet so similar and so right went down.
This couldn’t be happening. There was no way this was happening. Balt was just a friend, and he was in no way, shape, or form anything else. This had to be some sort of dream or something. Some sort of psychological clusterfuck of issues.
But it wasn’t. He was kissing her, and as much as she would deny it in her head, she was liking it.
She had a boyfriend (or something to that effect) and she was pretty sure Balt mentioned being in some sort of relationship once before, but this was happening. Gerta was kissing, and at this point, making out with her best friend Balt.
“Shitty Chinese food from my land lady. Now stop squirming, this’ll be a lot easier if you just comply.”
“No! Get ooff me!” Balt thrashed under her hold, for someone who didn’t work out much Gerta had a strong grip. A very familiar hold, images began to jumble and stretch and connect into places. Everything moved in a whirlwind of vision as gravity oppressed and gained him, yet he was close to labeling it when the warmth of another seeped onto his lips.
Gerta cannot process what is going on, as her best friend has started smooching her.
There was no denying the fact that Gerta was nowhere near ready for this. Her days of athletics were far behind her, and her taste for food was taking it’s toll. it was getting hard to keep up with the alcohol fueled creature she called Balt, but she would not be losing him tonight.
With whatever was left of her rugby days, she chased him down and tackled him in an alley near his building. To insure her victory, she flipped him over and pinned him.
“…You didn’t think I’d let yago, that easily, did ya?”
Balt squeaked under the tackle, losing feeling in his adrenaline powered legs. The alcohol still fogged his mind and even his eye sight so when he saw Gerta holding him down, two links clicked together for familiarity but yet hadn’t been fully recognized. “Jesu’ Gertz, what cha’ been eatin’?” He squirmed underneath her trying to put two and two together with a name.
“Shitty Chinese food from my land lady. Now stop squirming, this’ll be a lot easier if you just comply.”
“Balt? Did you hear me?”
A glance around the corner showed his current status of outtie.
“Oh that little…”
Fighting the urge to throw stuff, she set the fire extinguisher on the floor and ran out the door after her friend.
“Get back here, asshole!”
The shouts of his friend echoed fast behind him, panic striking him as he tried to run faster. Though everything seemed to be sluggish in his mind, his feet worked their magic to keep him moving. “Nop’! Nop’! Nop’!” It was just a great wave of slurred nopes that kept him in pace away from the angered beast.
There was no denying the fact that Gerta was nowhere near ready for this. Her days of athletics were far behind her, and her taste for food was taking it’s toll. it was getting hard to keep up with the alcohol fueled creature she called Balt, but she would not be losing him tonight.
With whatever was left of her rugby days, she chased him down and tackled him in an alley near his building. To insure her victory, she flipped him over and pinned him.
“…You didn’t think I’d let yago, that easily, did ya?”
She retrieved the red lifesaver and defeated the rather small enemy. She was a little too familiar with the use of the device. all that was left was a sad excuse for food.
“Looks like those waffles will have to wait Balty”
Balt has left the premises and is currently on the run outtie of the facility.
“Balt? Did you hear me?”
A glance around the corner showed his current status of outtie.
“Oh that little…”
Fighting the urge to throw stuff, she set the fire extinguisher on the floor and ran out the door after her friend.
“Get back here, asshole!”
“…SHIT!”
The cursed food had begun to burn. Doing her best not to kick Balt in the sides as she moved, she ran to the kitchen and moved the pan off the burner, before searching for something else.
“Where’s your fire extinguisher!?”
Balt watched as Gerta ran off into the kitchen, loud clanks and smashing. He had to move quickly not to get kicked by his sudden alert friend but managed to crawl his way to the hallway near the kitchen, “Under th’ sink next ta’ the anti free’e.”
She retrieved the red lifesaver and defeated the rather small enemy. She was a little too familiar with the use of the device. all that was left was a sad excuse for food.
“Looks like those waffles will have to wait Balty”
A glance to the couch showed that Balt was not there. As she hadn’t heard the sound of him passing out, she went to investigate. She left the pan in it’s place and walked over to see the amateur snake man that was Balt.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
Balt jumped at the sound of Gerta’s stern voice, slowly turning around to face her while slowly closing the door. “I was just sorta kinda lockin’ th’ door since ya’ sorta kinda fer’got to lock it ea’l’.” He nervously proceeded to show her the locking of the door, still on the ground trying to make up another excuse but the alcohol fogged his mind of any ideas.
In till a certain smell hit him strong, with a wrinkled nose he ask Gerta, “Is somethin’ burnin’?”
“…SHIT!”
The cursed food had begun to burn. Doing her best not to kick Balt in the sides as she moved, she ran to the kitchen and moved the pan off the burner, before searching for something else.
“Where’s your fire extinguisher!?”
Right, of course it’s tofu. Why else wouldn’t it be?
Gerta had had a mixed history with tofu, and generally didn’t enjoy it’s company, but even then, she knew she was getting a bit too upset about this whole mess. Sure Balt was going a bit overboard, but they’d both been worse. Seeing him like this was bringing up some bad memories and old addictions. She just wanted this all over and done with so she could go and by a lifetime supply of cigarettes, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
Balt waited, watching Gerta work cautiously in the kitchen, glaring at the tofu in front of her. He looked around the dimly lit living room for a route to the front door. Once satisfied with a certain route, he gotten on his stomach and as quietly as he could, squirmed his drunken ass into the foyer reaching out to the front door knob. He checked behind him quickly before unlocking it slowly and turning it open.
A glance to the couch showed that Balt was not there. As she hadn’t heard the sound of him passing out, she went to investigate. She left the pan in it’s place and walked over to see the amateur snake man that was Balt.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
Despite every bit of pride Gerta had in her, she agreed to make Balt his waffles. He was drunk out of his mind, and if it would keep him of the ledge it was worth it.
Besides it was technically morning now.
Balt glanced over at Gerta from behind the couch, “Tofu Gertz, gots ta’ be tofu waff’ls!” He didn’t want anyone coming over, not really, with himself in a worse state then usually that would cause anyone he knew to make him quit cold turkey. It’s just been getting worse lately but he couldn’t help himself, and with Gerta coming over more frequently to drunk-sit his shitfaced ass kinda made it worth.
But something was nagging him at the back on his when he looked at friend. It felt foreign yet remarkably similar, maybe it was the rosy coloring in her cheeks from the cold (or angry) or maybe the way she sighed from time to time. Hah, what is this even adding up to? Balt pushed the nagging thoughts away, watching her work in his kitchen.
Right, of course it’s tofu. Why else wouldn’t it be?
Gerta had had a mixed history with tofu, and generally didn’t enjoy it’s company, but even then, she knew she was getting a bit too upset about this whole mess. Sure Balt was going a bit overboard, but they’d both been worse. Seeing him like this was bringing up some bad memories and old addictions. She just wanted this all over and done with so she could go and by a lifetime supply of cigarettes, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
