Liberty's Sparkle (25)

   
   "Liberty's Sparkle (25)"

   Faye got in on the Bud Light Lime drinking--Liberty had brought it to Tom's, thinking he would partake of the citrus-like spiked brew, but he stuck with his Diet Sprite and tobacco--Liberty didn't sneak one coffin nail; however, Faye both drank and smoked, being a bit lewd and kinda/sorta grotesque in her carnal descriptions of medieval dwarfs and NBA players, to which Tom replied:  "I guess I'm in the middle then, like Buddha."
   Faye with:  "You're nothing like Buddha pizza boy, but have the neurosis of a a Woody Allen movie--are you Jewish?"
    Tom, not a bit hurt, but pleased with the compliment as he took it, for he enjoyed the 
Hebrew classics; plus, had a Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am model he had constructed with crazy glue in his trailer's bedroom, and said:  "Even European guys, now here in America for a while, can be a bit neurotic--it's all part of my charm."
   Liberty broke up the non-toxic symposium leaning towards a pernicious pissing contest, stating:  "We should call up "Froggie's Feet" and order some corn dogs."
   Faye, being herself, blurted:  "That is nasty girl.  And why are you thinking about corn dogs anyway?"
   Liberty blushed, but Tom brightened with a stronger glow of crimson, saying:  "While a corn dog is a rat on a stick, sometimes a corn dog is just a corn dog." 
   Liberty lifted her blonde upwards, taking her forest-green eyes and smiling their mystical brilliance in her new boyfriend's direction; next, she glared at Faye, but broke off the faked seriousness by offering a toothy grin--all was okay, and they did order the corn dogs--Faye ate two; moreover, it only cost them $.5.93 in wrinkled paper and change.