“Not very convincing argument, as I would much rather merely do something that would not benefit you. Least of all do anything for you. Comes once a year to many. Santa? What is that? Another of invention of humans I have no doubt.”
“ A very special one, yes. I’m surprised you never thought to ask why most of the seasonal displays feature a bearded man in a red suit but I’ll do you a solid and save you the research time. It is the Christmas season, after all.”
Deciding where to begin proved to be harder than he’d anticipated. The lore had grown into such a commercialized concept - from the simple concept of a workshop full of elves right down to the individual names of the reindeer. Starting with the basics seemed most appropriate: one man looking after millions of children and their respective moral status; that seemed easy enough to understand. So with that in mind, taking on a tone most suitable when speaking to a small child, Jerry brought his pause to a close and began.
“ All right. Let’s see if I can do the story some justice. Santa Claus is essentially the embodiment of the Christmas season. I’m sure you’ve seen his likeness around: the white beard, the red and white trimmed suit, the black boots and belt are really hard to miss. Anyway, every Christmas, he takes it upon himself to travel all over the world with his reindeer-drawn sleigh and spread cheer – usually by way of sliding down chimneys to leave presents under the tree for all the boys and girls he’s been keeping an eye on year-round. All they have to do is write to him, let him know what they want for Christmas and remember to leave some milk and cookies out on Christmas Eve.”
“ After that, Santa takes care of the rest. He checks his list of names twice, takes note of who’s been bad or good and gives his gifts accordingly. Good boys and girls get what they want while the others, well, they tend to find coal in their stocking. And he always knows who’s been good.”
Finishing with a hearty pat on the back, Jerry’s wide grin fleetingly dissolved into an earnest look and a wink before going on to say, “ Don’t worry. You still have some time to get on that ‘good’ list and let him know what you want. In fact, he has a few helpers working at the mall all month. Just sit on their lap, look them dead in the eye and tell them exactly what’s on your Christmas list. You’ll be fine. Oh, and be sure to get the picture for me. Can’t forget that.”
For a moment, she didn’t glance upwards, that was until noting the stranger, her lips tugging into a welcoming grin. “Hi, uh, is there something I can do for you?”
“ You just might.” Greeting the newfound attention with a grin of his own, Jerry lifted away from the bus stop’s support and walked a few paces towards the curb to eye the darkened street. Obviously the bus was a little too far behind schedule for his taste. “ Do you have the time handy?”
There are two ways to bring out the worse in a woman; one, is tell her that her butt does look big in those jeans, and another, is when you can’t stand to hear her yapping away, and right now, right now, Genevieve is to that state of the matter as she stands in the line at a coffee shop. Somewhere, between it being midseason in Salem and the idiots dressed in elf costumes and then some don’t appear to give a damn that it’s not even December.
Better yet, it does’t stop the many from being nothing but assholes. Already having been stepped on, the weredemon turned around roughly, feeling the one person behind her shove into her back. “Alright, that’s it…” When the person shoved into her again, she spun on her heel, hand wrapping around their throat, golden hues narrowing – so much for keeping her little ‘promise’. “Touch me again and I swear, I’ll rip your goddamn hands off and leave you in the gutters. Understand?”
With the holiday season in full swing, bottled up tension and seasonal frustration seemed to be stilled at an all-time high.
Some handled the aggravation better than others. Calmly addressing their issues and maintaining an admirable amount of civility towards their equally stressed peers was the clear ideal but it hardly ever turned out that way. The non-stop soundtrack of Christmas carols combined with the added pressure had its way of bringing out the very worst in people and yes, while a few shoppers remained passive, aggression reared its ugly head more times than one could count. Take the display before him as an example.
A simple complaint could have done the job just fine. Instead of using the far more direct method of simply lashing out to forcibly collar the offender’s throat and deliver one of the most creative threats he’d heard in quite some time, it could have been settled peacefully. The debate over which method held greater impact, however, was easily put to rest with the contagious spread of silence amongst the rest of the customers in the coffee shop’s queue, eyes wide with fear and admiration both; only during the holidays could such an intimidating confrontation be so widely understood alongside the unanimous pity felt for the petrified man at the end of the woman’s death grip.
“ Everyone gets a little antsy this time of year. I’m sure it was just an accident.” Jerry eventually remarked after a few beats of silence, studying her captive’s expression as he rounded their back to get a better look at the arm’s owner. He had to give her credit; the man looked positively terrified beyond belief. She definitely wouldn’t be getting any trouble from him any time soon. Or anyone else, for that matter. “ And even if it wasn’t, I think he’s learned his lesson… now.”
Left with the slant of a newly formed half-smile, the inhuman tint of her irises was first to catch his eye. The unidentifiable expression that had come over him during the brief meeting of brilliant gold against mundane brown, however, soon gave way to one of sincerity once the faint sounds of the struggling patron reached his ear – a gentle reminder that it was neither the time nor the place to bring up the matter. After everything cooled down, maybe it deserved a mention.
But until then, he settled for drawing attention to the obvious by pointedly lifting his brows and bluntly noting, “ He’s really not worth getting thrown out over.”
I KNOW RIGHT. He doesn’t seem to mind it though ^^
Mind getting two passionate kisses from the same pretty girl out of the blue, you mean? If he did, I’d be extremely concerned.
// *soft wheezing in the background*