I Just Wanted My Frickin' Icecream

[Rook]

The lengths that someone would go through for three scoops of mint chocolate chip made Ivan reflect on a good deal of self realization.

As the young cheetah pushed and shoved past the counter, finally out of the long line that had stretched at least three people out the door. Ivan hated lines, especially disorganized lines, he'd hoped that a nice bit of icecream (despite the cold weather) would put him in a good, sugar buzzed mood, his brain muscles always did work best when well oiled.

But he cogs were rusting up now, covered in a deep layer of frusteration and hatred towards society as he was rudely shoved and pushed out the way.

It took all his effort not to keep himself from hissing, but the cheetah had always had a good hold on his emotions, his thin form was easy to loose in the crowd of furry, huddled bodies inside the cold little shop.

Despite the technology advancements in the last several years, Icecream always seemed to remain the same, besides, new flavors that is. Well, Ivan was young but he was old school at heart, he licked his green scoop lightly, but then another problem harassed him.

Where to sit? Every seat was taken. The Icecream shop was cold surely, but outside it was even worse (as always).

Huge paycheck, and I still have to fight for a seat at the Blue Moose. Some things never change.

Looking further in the corner, he spotted a seat with just one occupant, for once he diddn't stop to consider who it was, despite his usually meticulous manner of thinking--icecream was icecream.

Before even looking at the other man, he took an enourmous lick from his icecream, his bright blue eyes shining as a silent purr rumbled in his thin throat.

[Adeline]

Hector was startled out of a particularly nice day-dream about eating ice cream in a hot tropical forest while surrounded by plants who loved his tender loving care when a complete stranger sat across the table from him. Looking up from his slowly melting pistachio ice cream, the panther saw a cheetah sitting directly in front of him. He smiled slightly, not quite knowing how to react to this sudden invasion of privacy. However, as he looked around, Hector saw that there was, indeed, no other place to sit.

"Odd thing, isn't it?" Hector commented lightly, a twinkle in his eye and a jovial look on his dimpled face, "It being this cold out and the ice cream shop full of people? Ironic."

Hector wasn't quite used to talking to people much, preferring to spend his time coddling his plants, but there was no point in ignoring someone who was sitting right there next to him, eating ice cream no less. If anything, this should be a casual conversation between strangers, not a fierce hostility as frozen as the ice cream the two were eating. Or at least that's what Hector thought.

[Rook]

Ivan had always been under the impression that if someone was forced into your company, the polite thing to do was just ignore them, so when the strong looking panther dressed him, he almost diddn't look up, just barely realizing that the fellow had meant him--of course him--he was right in front of him wasn't he?

Ivan's eyebrows were thin and very highly arched, making his face have an eternal look of cynicism and sass, no matter how even his voice, things came out sounding superior and stick-assed. Besides, he was bewildered right down to his spots.

"Yes, I ...suppose so"

he supplied, his smooth voice in a bit of a mumble, he turned his blue eyes fully on the panther's gaze, giving him a "once over", and twitching his thick, white whiskers.

[Adeline]

Hector attempted a light smile as he dug his spoon into his ice cream. The panther was accustomed to being polite and charming, so to sit across the table from a cheetah who looked like a pompous, sarcastic...well, first impressions weren't always correct. At any rate, Hector liked most people, or tolerated them at any rate. He'd much rather be with the plants, and for that reason he would seem a tad reserved, but, on the whole, he came off as a nice, polite, good-looking gentleman.

However, Hector really didn't know how to reply to the cheetah's comment. It seemed as if he didn't really want to talk, so Hector just continued to eat his ice cream...slowly, so as to not get a brain freeze. As he ate, he took out a magazine...about the latest plant treatments. He opened up to an article with the name "Carnivorous plants. Bloodthirsty savages or neglected sweeties?"