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This has been sitting on my computer for weeks and I'm currently buried in finals and christmas presents, so my posting has been...minimal.  I thought I'd toss this out there while I'm working on a new chapter of Brought to You by the Letter X.  Enjoy it for the nothing-much that it is ;-) Also, no offense to anybody who is actually from Oklahoma.  I'm sure it's a great place.  And no offense to anybody named Ryan or Jeanne. 

Disclaimer: I don't own Ryan.  Thank God.

Author's Chapter Notes:

 

...in which Ryan tries to hit on a girl in a bar...

Scene: A bar in Manhattan, time approx. 7 PM.  Ryan has been drinking since 6 and is slightly inebriated.  He approaches a tall brunette and smiles.  She turns away from him in irritation.  He speaks: 

Ryan: Can I buy you a drink?

Jeanne: No.

Ryan: No? You don’t even…

Jeanne: Are you from Oklahoma?

Ryan: Excuse me?

Jeanne: You seem like you’re from Oklahoma.

Ryan: I’m not from Oklahoma.

Jeanne: You’re not from New York either.

Ryan: You don’t know that.

Jeanne: Yes. I do.

Ryan: What’s your name?

Jeanne: What’s yours?

Ryan: Ryan.

Jeanne: Ryan?

Ryan: Yeah, what? Is there something wrong with that?

Jeanne: You’re definitely from Oklahoma.

Ryan: I am not.

Jeanne: Ok then where are you from?

Ryan: I live here.

Jeanne: I didn’t ask you that. I asked where you’re from.

Ryan: I’m from Scranton, Pennsylvania.

Jeanne: Wow.

Ryan: Yeah, I usually don’t tell people that.

Jeanne: I can see why.  That’s worse than being from Oklahoma.

Ryan: It's not worse than being from Oklahoma.

Jeanne: Whatever you say, Ryan.

Ryan: What’s your name?

Jeanne: Jeanne.

Ryan: Jeans?

Jeanne: Jeanne.

Ryan: Singular.

Jeanne: Yeah, what? Is there something wrong with that?

Ryan: Yes. It’s weird.

Jeanne: You’re weird, and I don’t like you.

Ryan: You’ve been talking to me for like ten minutes.

Jeanne: I know, I don’t know why or how that happened.

Ryan: It’s because I’m charming.

Jeanne: No you’re not.

Ryan: (pause) Everyone at work calls me a wunderkind.

Jeanne: Don’t tell people that, you sound like an ass.

Ryan: Whatever.

Jeanne: Yeah.

Ryan: (long awkward pause) So where are you from?

Jeanne: You ask a lot of questions.

Ryan: I just keep asking the same questions over and over because you aren’t giving me any answers.

Jeanne: You’re boring.

Ryan: You’re bitchy.

Jeanne: Don’t say that to girls. That’s not ok.

Ryan: Don’t give me advice, you aren’t good at it, Jeans.

Jeanne: Ok, well, I’ll just be over there on the other side of the room.

Ryan: Really?

Jeanne: Yes, I will.

Ryan: Cause it seems like you’re staying right where you are.

Jeanne: What is with your beard?

Ryan: It’s sophisticated. Where are you from?

Jeanne: No it isn’t.

Ryan: That is not a place.

Jeanne: Your beard. It isn’t sophisticated. It’s like walk of shame meets homeless person.

Ryan: Hey, Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yeah?

Ryan: Where are you from?

Jeanne: (silence)

Ryan: You’re from Oklahoma, aren’t you?

Jeanne: (lengthy pause) Ok yes. But that has nothing to do with anything.

Ryan: Uh huh.  Can I buy you a drink?

Jeanne: (pause) No.

Chapter End Notes:

 

Hm.  Ok so that was that.



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