<strong>Vern- Dinner with Evie</strong><br/><br/>Vern grunted a response as Evie took the chip bag. He sat and the couch springs groaned in protest but held his large frame tenaciously.<br/><br/>He put the platter on the table and grabbed the thirst sandwich. His other hand automatically whipping out the water bottle and then the beer to place between them. He didn’t bother telling her which was who’s. His dug the remote control from under the cushion and click it on as he tore a large part out of the mega meal in his hand.<br/><br/>He was clicking the channel selector for the game as he ate. Yeah, he glanced over at her. Yeah he was gonna see how sore she was later. A man had needs rosy palmer and her five sisters just couldn’t take care of the way that little cunt next to him could. After the game of course, Leeds was playing.<br/><br/>The floor was dark. The iguana’s toys were under foot. Felix was in his cage getting a tan and didn’t bother to bring anything back inside with him.  Vern didn’t really notice. He did but he didn’t care. It blended in with the dark carpet and was about as fuzzy as Felix’s black soft ball.  Vern hardly noticed it moving along the carpet toward the coffee table. What the hell, it had to eat sometime.<br/><br/>Vern leaned forward as the forward moved close to the goal and shouted out directions like the soccer player could hear him.  His focus on the TV, Vern’s head was bobbing up and down as he chanted “goal” around another bite in time with the crowd in the packed stadium.<br/><br/>That was when the black fuzzy softball like object walked up one leg of the coffee table to the top and stopped beside Vern’s platter. It’s eight legs pattered lightly as it’s eyes and mouth turned toward the TV. Then like Vern it too bobbed up and down in excitement as it watched the colorful uniforms crash and bump into each other on the screen.<br/><br/>The shot missed the net.<br/><br/>“Wat hu huck!!??!!” Vern howled in disappointment with a mouth full of sandwich.<br/><br/><br/>