(Written by Carrie:)
"Hhhey," the voice breathed. I mopped the steam and sweat from my glasses and blinked in disbelief. There he stood--Jovan Musk! He was so golden, as golden as a Palomino colt, which is a male horse under the age of four. It was as if a beacon of light was shining on him, highlighting his glimmering sandy hair and Werther's Original (c) colored skin. And as the steam cleared, I saw that he was shirtless, just like a Greek centaur. It was all I could do not to gulp. "GULP," I choked. Then I noticed my parachute, wadded in a wet puddle of circus hues, on the table next to the washer. Jovan had touched my parachute!!
"Sorry about that," he said, noticing my eyes lock with the wet parachute like a plastic lid on a Glad tupperware container. "I had to use the washer." .
(Written by me:)
"It-it-it's okay," I stammered as I felt my cheeks flush darker than my Nars Handcuffs blush. I tried to break the Gladware lock with the parachute to examine his sinewy musculature. Any more centauresque and he'd have a tail. Quickly I came to my senses and rejoined the conversation. "That's my parachute you have there. It means a lot to me." I stopped short of saying I could no more part with it than I could place my firstborn in a basket in the bullrushes.
"Yeah, the spin cycle had just finished and I really have to wash this load. I'm going to Medieval Times tonight." Medieval Times? Alone or with a date? The thought spun in my head like a sprawling grape tendril seeking earth.
(Written by OfficeGnome:)
"Medieval Times? I love eating with my hands. And Bryan Adams!" I blurted out.
Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, starring Kevin Costner as the sultry British bandit was my ultimate favorite film of all time. My dream wedding featured me walking down the aisle to Adam's masterpiece "Everthing I do, I do it for you" and having our first dance to "Heaven." Medieval Times would be the perfect place to hold a reception.
"Enquiring minds want to know - Does your girlfriend like eating with her hands too?" I inquired of Jovan.
"Girlfriend? Huh, Who?" he answered and then with a pregnant pause continued, "Oh...I'm not going to the show with anyone. I'm actually performing in it."
(Written by Carrie:)
Performing!! Of COURSE he was performing. I knew he reminded me of a centaur for a reason. I briefly imagined him galloping heroically across a sawdust-floored coliseum, like Ares, the God of War, the blood of his victims smeared on the ground.
Suddenly I realized Jovan was looking at me expectantly. How much time had passed? Did he want to ask me something? I shook my mind free of clanging suits of armor and bloodthirsty townspeople and yelled "W-wow, performing! Do you JOUST at all?"
Jovan shrugged as he poured liquid detergent into the washer, tenderly, as if it were liquid jurassic amber containing rare fossils. "Yeah I think I might be jousting tonight. I do whatever they need me to do. Sometimes it's performing, sometimes preparing marinade. It's a pretty cool place. You should check it out."