What the hellâ€¦?<br/><br/>One moment he was rubbing the bottle gently and the next the cork was flying across the room. He nearly dropped the bottle he had jumped that badly. As purple smoke surrounded him he stared in awe at the woman who seemingly jumped out of the bottle, landing in front of him. He took a moment to take in her appearance as she smiled and bowed, of course he couldnâ€™t resist staring at a woman no matter the situation, having been left completely speechless as he took in what just happened. Ten bucks for a pretty woman? He was either extremely lucky or this was too good to be true. Naturally he was going with the latter and wondered if this was just someone playing some trick being played on him.  However, when she mentioned she was a genie he had to repeat what happened in his mind to make sure he heard right.<br/><br/>â€œThree wishes? Wait a second I thought genies lived in lamps.â€ He said bluntly as he arched a brow in question, speaking somewhat matter-of-factly, not really sure what else he should say. Judging by what she was wearing and how she was in that bottle, not to judge a book by its cover mind you, even if that was something he was a bit notorious for every now and then, she seemed to be telling the truth. To be honest he knew nothing about genies other than what he has seen from the movie Aladdin and that old show I Dream of Genie he use to watch when he was a kid years ago. Ever since that has been what heâ€™s thought of whenever he heard of genies, hell he wasnâ€™t even sure they existed until now. Never in his life had he expected to be lucky enough to stumble across one.<br/><br/>His mind was racing, trying to come up with some wishes but he seemed to be coming up empty right now. â€œI really canâ€™t think of anything to wish for right now. Give me about a day or two, Iâ€™m sure that something is bound to come to me eventually.â€ With a sigh he gently placed the bottle on the table deciding he would find a place for it later.<br/><br/>Oddly enough it seemed the more he thought about what he wanted to wish for the more his mind was filled with questions instead. How long had she been in there? How did she get in there? What was it like being a genie? She was definitely pretty but did that mean that her beauty was hiding something darker like most of the women he has come across? All he could do was stare at her, still trying to figure everything out. Staring was rude but that hadnâ€™t really crossed his mind he was that deep in thought. Did he even want the wishes? Come to think of it he was pretty satisfied with his life for the time being that he couldnâ€™t really think of anything that would make it better. Sure, he did have a few things he wanted but he knew he could get there on his own.<br/><br/>He decided to voice one of his random questions, figuring that since he didnâ€™t know much about this he might as well, â€œWait, arenâ€™t there rules when it comes to wishing or can I wish for anything?â€