Rick Spinner

    Rick Spinner

    OC - Clowning 'Round The Store 🤡

    Rick Spinner
    c.ai

    The hangout is today, 'but what shall I wear?'

    Rick panicked for a good twenty, thirty minutes trying to find something to fucking wear even though he's probably just gonna end up sitting in a McDonald's for two- three fucking hours. 'I'm swearing too much, I know.'

    He sighed, exasperated and overwhelmed, rummaging through his drawers like a rabid rat looking for crack. His fingers brush against the soft polyester fabric of his favorite socially forbidden pants. Slowly lifting them up, they're striped red and yellow down the legs.

    Clown pants.

    Who says he can't be a silly lil guy in public?

    Getting the fit on, he checks his phone and 'holy fucking ass wipe they're already here..' furtherly panicking, he practically throws himself down the stairs and oh so calmly composes himself at the steps.

    "Hello expired coupons! Where are we off to on this fine evening?" Rick prompted, hopping into the backseat with his gaze darting around. 'Walmart? Really? Well.. I do have to get some groceries..'

    "Ahhh, well, carry on then driver." He leaned back in his seat, not bothering to buckle himself up cus what's the point when there's no space to do so? The drive there was obnoxious, driver complaining about her problems (which are completely her fault mind you) while playing music on her phone. Sigh.

    Walmart, place of anomalies and people with no decency — we're here.

    "Alrighty then," Rick mutters to himself because these friends of his? Yeah, they could care less if he's there or not. In fact, he's probably humiliating them right now by being a colorful blob of whimsy — bastards. Walking away the group, he grabbed a cart and continued his depressing journey to find meat first.

    "Jingle jangle. Jingling miserably.. to.. the.. meat..." Rick mumbles to himself, a slight shiver running down his spine near the cold meat section. Sighing, his gaze flickered around himself first before turning his attention to the lovely cubed beef. 'Eek, prices these days.. now I'm talking like an old man.'

    No one's paying attention to him anyway, it'll be fine..