Thread: The lights are on, Finally (02/09/10 ATTN: JTM)

JTM rides his bike Downtown looking for a specific place. He finally finds the Moonlit Garden.

“Ah ha!!! This must be the place. I was told this place would have it.”

He parks the bike, walking into the store hearing the dingle bell ring as he enters. He looks around and sees tons of flowers and arrangements there.

“Hello? Hmmm…..where are they? Tulips. Nope. Venus fly trap. Hell no. Shit!!! Where are they?”

He tries to find the perfect bouquet of roses still glancing over the selection not finding what he’s looking for. He looks to see if he can get some help here.

Hearing the bell Alastair looks at Agostino, "Time to go to work."

Agostino straightens his jacket and walks out of the back room, "Buona sera, How can I help you sir?"

Agostino is a bald man about 6 foot tall who appears to be in his mid to late forties dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie.

As Agostino exits the back room, Alastair follows behind him mumbling to himself, "This should be interesting."

Agostino walks over to JTM, "Is there anything specific I can help you find? Perhaps a lovely bouquet of orchids for your wife or perhaps some roses for a mistress?"

JTM looks at the old man sizing him up.

“Sup. Gramps. Bony Sweater to you too.”

He checks out his outfit trying not to laugh.

“Nice threads by the way. Yeah I’m looking for some roses for a special lady. Looking for some good clean red ones. Mistress? Wife? What the hell are you smoking, old man? No, don’t have either one. Not in the mood for ordering hookers either."

He chuckles abit.

"Oh Shit!!!! Thanks for reminding me, Pops. I need a purple..oh wait, she might be wearing that hot black number. Shit!!! Shit!!! Shit!!! Can you get me a flowery corsage thingy that would work with a black or purple evening gown and something for a very refined tux?”

Agostino looks slightly agitated at JTM's comment, "Pops? Who are you calling pops, you inbreed piece of...."

Alastair looks over at Agostino, "Agostino remember what we discussed you need to be polite and patient with the customers."

Alastair looks at JTM, "Sorry about that JTM, he is not used to people referring to him by anything other than his name or Sir. But I am sure he will apologize."

Alastair turns and glares at Agostino, "You will 'Apologize', Now!"

Agostino mumbles looks at JTM, "I am sorry Sir. I am Agostino Giovanni, please call me Agostino."

Agostino moves from behind the counter walking toward one of the flower cases, "So you need a boutonniere and she needs a corsage something that will go with a tux and either a purple or black dress. How do you feel about black and purple flowers for each? As for the roses I believe they can be arranged would you like to have them delivered to this special someone?"

JTM looks pissed at Agostino yelling at him

“Inbred? Look who’s talking you old f…”

He then sees Alec a lil confused now, happy he’s chastising this guy up and down, listening to the old guy sucking it in and saying sorry too.

“Wow!!! Thanks for the apology. I never seem to get those lately. But don’t call me sir. That’s’ fucking tacky. Name’s JTM, pleased to meet you, Aged- stein-o (more like Aged Dino).”

JTM shakes his hand firm watching him go to a flower case following him.

“No I don’t want a fucking boot. I want a fucking flower. Clean out your ears or change the battery in your hearing aid, will ya? Black and purple will be fine. Better to have them both. Glad you remembered that finally.”

He scratches his chin thinking on it.

“You mean you guys do delivery like those FTD bastards? Cool. Do you do night deliveries? K. Do that. Make the card out to Barbie, saying something like “thanks for all your help girl. You don’t know what that means to me…..some kinda mushy shit like that. Sign it JTM too. Don’t forget that.”

He moves closer to Agostino.

“Just between you and me, Alec has the hots for Barbie too. So make sure the card says JTM and not Alec k. Here you go.”

He sticks a $100 bill in his pocket.

“This should cover you with those little old ladies at the bingo parlor. Now have it all delivered to (gives JTM’s house address). Make sure its at night, and please knock on the door more than just once k. I don’t want you breaking a hip either.”

He pats him on the back.

“Thanks Gramps.”

Agostino looks slightly irritated at the lack of education displayed by JTM, "I did not say a boot, I said a boutonniere. It is a floral arrangement worn by a man through the button hole on the jacket of a suit or a Tuxedo. I will have the delivery girl deliver the roses to your home tomorrow evening. As for the corsage and the boutonniere how soon do you need them?"

Alastair chuckles as JTM calls Agostino pops. If only he knew what was coming.

"Agostino, see to it that his flowers get the special delivery service as he has or is going to do something to piss off the little woman, so he is obviously trying to preempt her wrath. There is nothing worse than a woman scorned."

Agostino looks to JTM, "Yes JTM, I will ensure the roses are delivered shortly after sunset tomorrow evening."

“Whatever you say old man. I heard you the first time Oh wait wait.wait.”

He speaks louder to him.

(spoken louder in his ears directly) ”I heard you the first time old man. Delivery girl is fine. Tomorrow evening is cool for them.”

He steps back thinking, then back up to his ears again.

(spoken louder in his ears directly) “Later this week for the corsages will be fine Gramps.”

He nods to Alec.

(spoken louder in his ears directly) “What Alec said. Well I’ll catch ya on the flip.”

He walks up to Alec putting his hand on his shoulder.

“You know Alec. Good help is so hard to find nowadays you know. Good choice on this “family” man. He related to Sophia? I bet he is. Just make sure everything is done right. Double check his hearing aid and get him tested for alzymers. Take care man.”

He turns walking out, nodding to Agostino. He opens the door listening to the dingle bell, hopping on his bike heading off.

Boy won’t they be surprised.

As JTM leaves the shop Agostino turns and looks at Alastair "What an ignorant inbreed piece of biker filth. What the hell could he possibly want with a boutonniere and a corsage?"

Alastair chuckles, "Who knows what JTM is up to. He really is not so bad once you get to know him, however he has a nasty habit of being completely oblivious to the obvious. Go ahead and get the flowers ready I am going to go into the back room and get his roses ready for the delivery girl and make a phone call."

Alastair walks into the back room grabbing one of the brooms off the wall and snapping the handle in half as he walks back to the office.

"If it was not for the fact that he is going to be needed soon I would see about making his life a living hell."

Alastair throws the broken broom handle into a box on his desk before going to the walk in and retrieving a dozen long stem roses that are already boxed up. He returns to his office pulling out a card to go into the box of flowers from the top drawer of his desk. He reads the card aloud, "With all my love." He nods in approval as he puts the card into the box on his desk without a signature. He then adds the fresh flowers to the same box and closes it up, writing To: Barbie From: JTM on the outside of the box.

"That will do nicely, I do not want the flowers to spoil before they are delivered I better put them back into the walk in."

Alastair puts the flowers back into the walk in closing and locking the door as he exits. He pulls out his phone and makes a quick call. "Tripp come to the flower shop, Front door is open I am in the back."