InsaneJournal

 

Fashion week

 

 

 

 

It really wasn't his color. Really, it had no life. Now give him hot pink, neon green, electric blue, those were life. But this? How dare they tell him he wear this.

 

He was Perfect Tommy and he liked to show off.

 

They had the audacity to say they wanted to tame him. Only three people in his life would he ever tame anything down for and they weren't one of them.

 

He looked with disdain at the garment. He just couldn't see him wearing it.

 

Tommyboy came through the curtain dressed in her brown cocktail dress. "Tommy what are you waiting for?" she asked.

 

"Look at that thing?" he said gesturing to the offensive suit.

 

"Well, brown is in dear. Besides, you're escorting me down the aisle, so get a move on."

 

 

 

 

 

TB walked into the greenhouse looking for Green Jeans. GJ was in charge of the Institute's gardens and greenhouse. She was a connoisseur of flowers with carnations and roses being her passion.

 

Walking down the rows of tables holding flowers and greenery, TB found GJ on her hands and news pulling on a tube that was sticking out of the ground.

 

"Hey Greenie, what's up?"

 

GJ sat back and looked at her friend. "Sprinkler system went kaput."

 

"I'll send Rawhide down to take a look at it. I came to get the flowers you were talking about."

 

GJ stood up, dusting off the dirt off her jeans and headed to another part of the greenhouse, "I'm really happy with this. I can't believe the color came out so rich. I can only hope I can continue the line."

 

She held up an orange red rose. She cut it off the stem and handed it to TB. "What ya think?"

 

"It's lovely. May I?"

 

"Take it, go show it off."

 

TB took the rose and headed off to her office. "I'll send Rawhide down to check out your watering system."

 

"Appreciate it."

 

 

 

Evolution

 

Scientist loved to study evolution, seeing how things evolved, to look back in time to see how life started.

 

And now, with the experiments going as planned on Mars, the makings of life are shown to exist there.

 

Already Buckaroo was hearing his team pondering, planning, and conception, how they can get humans to Mars. Little did they know that he was ahead of them? He was already in negotiations with NASA and RKA. Soon he would be naming the team that would be designing such a space ship to make the long journey.

 

With the economies of the largest countries in struggling demand, he could fund the venture. The best of the best free to do what they were best at, his same motto since starting the institute.

 

 

He had never known pain like this.

 

He had known pain. Broken bones while growing up, been shot a few times, getting flesh wounds. But this topped them all. What was it that hit him?

 

Buckaroo was looking at him, holding his hand as another wave of pain hit him.

 

He watched as the black man talked to Buckaroo and took the barb and stomped it. He had heard the hiss. It had been a living thing.

 

The pain rocked through him. It was intense. He had so much to say and he knew there was no time to say it. So much he had yet to share with his dear friend. But it was getting to much.

 

One nice thing about living at the Institute, you didn't have to go far for a good drink. Being a student of human nature, Buckaroo and the board designed the grounds to have several watering holes for the staff to enjoy.

 

Tonight he needed a good stiff drink. It was days like this he thought what was he thinking by taking on the administrative duties of the Institute. Days like today made him want to go gather a team and god looking for bugs in some remote locale. But no, he was working on a budget for the next fiscal year.

 

He sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey with a beer chaser. It was going to be one of those evenings.