October Caption Challenge (29/31)
“Come on Simon, magic? Really?”
“Sure Marty! Just fuckin’ trust me, alright? The plan’ll work. You wanna live in this shithole the rest a yer life?”
“Ya know I don’t.”
“Well then work with me here. So we lure a couple a rich guys from the city, one a those gay couples, and have them stay here for a week.”
“Here? Why the fuck would they wanna stay at a run down shithole like our place?”
“Easy–it’s called AirBnB.”
“Come on babe, doesn’t it look quaint?”
“It looks dirty.”
“I want to get out of the city though.”
“I know, I know, look, just book it, alright? But I reserve the right to demand a refund.”
“Alright, so they stay here–how’s that help us, Marty?”
“Well, they first they lose their luggage, you see…”
“It’s not the end of the world, the airline said they’ll have it to us by the end of the week.”
“We’ll be leaving by the end of the week, Gregory! What in the world am I supposed the wear? My plane clothes all week?”
“Well, you are the one who said that you wanted to get out of the city and into the country, maybe living a little simpler could help. I mean, did you really need two suitcases for a week here?”
“Yes! Of course I did!”
“Alright…”
“Only thing is, when you lose something, according to magic, that creates…an opening. Something else can slip in and replace it. If you don’t claim it, well, that means it’s up for grabs.”
“So…we just gotta give them something else? Like what?”
“We got all kinds a stuff, Simon! And with a little spell here and there, they won’t even miss their garbage luggage.”
“I can’t wear it anymore, Gregory–oh look! Someone didn’t clean out the closet. Oh, but it’s not the most…well…chiq, is it?”
“What, coveralls and rubber boots aren’t your style? Fuck, this place is a dump, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
“Let me just…hmm…it fits pretty well, actually.”
“Oh my god, I have to get a picture of this. Chadwick, in coveralls–the guys back home are going to fucking freak out.”
“Oh haha, fine, you can get a picture, but only if you put on something too.”
“No fucking way.”
“Come on! It’s pretty comfy…”
“Oh fine, but I’m just trying it on, ok? Nothing more.”
“So they put on our stuff, and…then what?”
“Then we wait.”
“Fuck Greg, you…fuckin stink today.”
“Well yeah–why the fuck wouldn’t I?”
“No, I mean, you don’t…usually stink, do you?”
“Come on Chad, of course we fuckin’ stink.”
“No, I mean…fuck, what was I thinkin’ about?”
“Go get me another beer man, I just wanna relax before we gotta go back tah work on Monday.”
“But we’re supposed tah leave in two days, right Greg?”
“Leave where?”
“I…I thought…”
“Dumbass, what are you fuckin’ thinkin’ for?”
“I dunno.”
“Get me that beer, then get yer ass over here, I’m fuckin’ horny as hell this mornin’.”
“We wait?”
“Yeah, we wait.”
“For what?”
“For the magic to work, stupid!”
“Don’t yell at me Simon.”
“Look, they forget who they are, they take our place, and then they renounce their old lives, which means we can have them! We take their stuff, and bang–brand new lives.”
“Why the fuck would they give up their good lives for our shitty one?”
“Look. I promise it’ll work, just trust me.”
“What the fuck ya want?”
“Just some lost luggage from the airport…for a Gregory Morse and a Chadwick Anderson?”
“Ain’t no one here by those names. Ya must have the wrong address.”
“Oh–so you’re renouncing your right to these worldly goods?”
“What the fuck ya sayin’? Yeah, sure, whatever. Get the fuck off mah property.”
“Yes sir, have a good day Sir.”
…….
“Who was that Greg?”
“No one important. Come here, Daddy’s fuckin’ horny boy…”
“Oh fuck Daddy, you fuckin’ reek tahday.”
“Yeah I do you fucker–come on, one more day a vacation, then it’s back tah fuckin’ work. I wanna spend it fuckin’–outside.”
“What?”
“Yeah, gonna throw ya around a mud puddle, get ya real fuckin nasty, then plow that hole a yers.”
“Oh fuck Daddy, that sounds fuckin’ hot.”
Well go on then boy, let’s get started.”
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