<i>Sweet. I’m headed to the store myself – picking up a toaster oven and coffee maker.</i>Lily responded via text. Gordie nodded his head appreciatively. Why didn’t he think of that? He shot her back a text with two emojis.<img alt="(y)" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite22" data-shortname="(y)" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Thumbs up    (y)"/><img alt="💪" class="smilie smilie--emoji" data-shortname=":muscle:" loading="lazy" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/6.6/png/unicode/64/1f4aa.png" title="Flexed biceps    :muscle:"/><br/><br/>He soon got the text from Irene as well, indicating she was outside in her ride and Gordie bounded out from the dorm to go meet her. He caught sight of her smoking a ciggy like some special forces broad right out of the movies.<i>This is my killing shirt</i>her t-shirt read in flamboyant colors. Damn, as if her face and entire physique didn’t exclaim that already? Barely a day into university and he already made friends with a daredevilish hardcase. Frankly he was enjoying the exhilaration of it all. School certainly wouldn’t be boring this semester. And there were still so many people to meet. He flicked his fingers and shot her some finger guns in acknowledgement to rolling out, getting into the front seat and having to adjust it back just to fit comfortably. Then they were off.<br/><br/>And what a ride it was. Irene certainly swore like a sailor and with good measure, given the extreme stop-and-go sport that every driver loved to play down here. “What a fuckin’ idiot.” He exclaimed in astonishment at the sheer audacity of some people to simply not care of others on the road. “Everyone have a death wish in this country? The matter with y’all.” Gordie said when Irene bitched out another, frankly agreeing with her justification for the language. It was rather creative. They managed to get some serious talk in about his future. “Back home preferably, though you make more money on American teams. No, the bullshit degree totally makes sense. At least mine can fast track me to a teaching career if I goof out of the league or something.” Gordie chuckled lightheartedly.<br/><br/>“Are Wal*Mart’s really that fucked up here? Damn. Yeah they told me Seattle is pretty tame compared to the rest of this place.” Gordie noted, getting out of the car. He might be a tough son of a bitch to play hockey, crashing bodies and checking other players and even dropping the gloves to fight but what use was all that hardass toughness against a gun? “You think people would carry on campus? Whatever happened to making love first.” He winked over to her, coming around to head into Target. They used to have these in Canada but they all closed down around 2015.<br/><br/>Following the neatly displayed signs indicating which alley contained what, they came to the appliances section of the store. Gordie really wasn’t a picky shopper. He saw a minifridge that was compactible and small. How much could two people really need to reserve in terms of food? Only for a few days at tops. He grabbed one of the boxed minifridges behind the main display one and hefted it over a shoulder, hugging it to the side of his head easily with his arm as he turned back to Irene. “I think we all good to go here.” He said with a grin, waiting for her to choose her particular minifridge. “Ya need help with that or what?” He asked with a little cocky smirk, as if hefting one boxed minifridge wasn’t tough enough. Well it was starting to awaken the burn from his workout again. Maybe they ought to have grabbed one of those carts. The price tag wasn’t so bad on these either.<br/><br/>“Then we need to fill these bad boys up with some goodies. Of the liquid kind. What’s your favourite beer, Rennie?” Gordie inquired of her, though people had varied tastes in alcohol and she could just as easily not be a beer drinker at all.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="31366" data-username="@LilGunner" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/31366/">@LilGunner</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="39216" data-username="@Pastel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39216/">@Pastel</a>