"There you are," Alan said, walking into the kitchen. Krista was looking through the refrigerator. "Come on. Let's get the fuck outta here."
Krista closed the refrigerator door and turned towards him. It was odd, but for the briefest moment, when she looked at Alan, she had this weird thought that he was her dad. But that was fuckin' nuts, right? Alan was her boyfriend. They had been dating for almost two months now, ever since they met at that heavy metal concert in ...
Suddenly, she paused her thoughts, taking in the sight of him. "What the fuck are you wearing?" she asked, her face twisting.
"Huh?" He looked down at himself, seeing himself wearing a suit and tie, like something one of those corporate zombies wore to office buildings. How the fuck did this outfit get on him? "What the fuck?"
"That's what I said," Krista said.
"Come on," he said, pulling her with him. "I need to get rid of these shitty clothes and wear something better. Time to go shopping."
And with that, they left the house, leaving Oliver alone with his two new love slaves. He had a feeling that they wouldn't be bothered again.
