What If's: Super Extreme Rodeo Drive! {Libby}

[Charlie Pace]

Whatever was in the drink was good. It was some sort of orange mocha frappachino thing from a random coffee bar on the sidewalks of Rodeo Drive. Adjusting the bag around his wrist, Charlie grimaced slightly at the tug of the string before he slurped from the draw in his drink.

"So." Charlie said, picking up the conversation again. "I've got one for you since we're playing the extreme version of what if's. What if y'got stuck on a deserted island and on this Island you heard something spooky in the jungle and you had to go look? What if it was a..." he narrowed his brows in thought as he tried to think of the worst thing imaginable. "A...giant polar bear hellbent on...you know, biting your throat to shreds...or some mysterious thing in the jungle that you never see? Like--like a giant giraffe or some sort of black smokey thing hellbent on doing...whatever big giant black smokey things do? What would you do, then?"

He took another slurp from the straw before adding to his statement. "Oh, and I'll give you one gun. With say...two bullets. So you can decide to go kill the polar bear, kill it and be danger free yet bored out of your mind...or you can go hunt the giraffe or smokey thing or whatever it is and be full of danger, and certainly not bored. Choose wisely." He paused, and then his eyes widened as he thought of something else. "Oh! Oh! What if there were native people on the Island with--with like, four toes and spears and--and they're hunting you to--to steal the baby you have inside your womb! Oooh, danger! Action! Mystery with a nice subplot on how you came to be pregnant in the first place!" He chewed on the end of his straw for a brief second.

"Come to think of it, it'd make a damn good TV show."

[Libby]

Satisfied with Charlie’s answer to her ‘what if’, Libby stirred the thick drink she held as they walked aimlessly down Rodeo Drive. It was a beautiful day, if not a little on the brisk side, but to her it was perfect.

Glancing over at Charlie as he started his scenario, her brows seemed to raise higher and higher as he went on. Jungles and polar bears and smoke monsters and four-toed natives wanting to steal her unborn baby? If she didn’t know that he was clean now, she would have asked just what he was smoking.

“Maybe you’ve missed your calling and should be writing television shows instead of songs,” Libby deadpanned, though she couldn’t hold back her smile for long. Letting out a laugh, she shook her head. “And they say that I am crazy.”

Taking a sip of her iced mocha, she tucked a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear, the red dye having washed out recently. At Charlie’s prodding, she let out a mock defeated sigh. “Alright, if a giant polar bear somehow managed to exist in the jungle, along with a giant giraffe and some living smoke thing and a tribe of four-toed, spear-waving, baby stealing natives, and all I had to protect myself and my mysteriously conceived, unborn child with was a gun with two bullets, I would...”

Pausing to think, her brow creased as she attempted to come up with a plausible explanation for an implausible situation.

“...somehow get the black smokey thing under my control and use it to scare off the natives, then I would... wait, if the giraffe evil too?”

[Charlie Pace]

"You are crazy. You're my kinda crazy and I won't have anyone else say otherwise. And I'll have you know," Charlie said before he took another slurp of his iced coffee. "I did some of my best stuff while under the influence." He paused, and then continued. "Alright, some of my worst stuff was while I was drugged up, but I had a few good moments."

When she spoke of what she would do, Charlie nodded in satisfaction. "Good choice." However, when she spoke of the giraffe, Charlie's brows narrowed slightly. "Um....yes. Wait, no! No, it is not evil, but it cannot be tamed! It's been under the control of the four-toed natives for far too long, and believes that all humans are going to do harm to it." He paused, and then shrugged slightly. "You could always just like, show it your feet. Or something. Show it that you are of the five-toed race and you mean it no harm."

He chewed on his straw in thought. "But we'd have to think of a plasuible explination for your mysteriously conceived unborn sprog. Maybe...ooh, maybe you're the Island's Virgin Mary and when you finally come to term with said immaculate conception, the Island natives will all kowtow to you and worship you as their goddess." He paused, and shrugged once more. "Or maybe you had naughty hot jungle relations in the heat of the moment with a handsome native and are keeping it a secret." His eyes widened slightly, though teasingly as he pointed a finger at her.

"You are having hot jungle relations with a four-toed Island man, aren't you?! You dirty, dirty girl."