Loup Soup (15)

   
   "Loup Soup (15)"
  
   As Alicia wended her way home in her humble Honda, she was reminded of the physician and Disciple Luke, especially his Gospel, which offered these words of Christ:  "Whoever rejects you rejects Me."   She wasn't probing the depths of the theology, just happy things went nice with lovely Jasper.  He was awkward, guarded, and yet polite as hell--pardon her mental French.  Furthermore, he asked her out for a second date, to the movies, where she might steal a kiss.  So, as she anchored her economically-inclined car on the gas station's asphalt--a place she not only worked at, but lived within, having a studio apartment upstairs that she shared with her one and only girlfriend, Stephanie.  Stephanie being a modern woman, into heavy dating after her divorce, and liked to experience the joyous juices of life.  Alicia entered, totally aglow from hopes of love, and Stephanie immediately cackled at her innocent and oncoming bullshit, noticing her pseudo-friend lit up with romantic brilliance.

STEPHANIE
Did you get any action babe?

ALICIA
More than that--I made a seemingly spiritual connection--I'm pretty sure.

STEPHANIE
You're so naive.  Guys just want lubricated love and delicious discharge--me too.

ALICIA
Not in the mood for her night to be spoiled by sex slang.  It's a wonderfully free country, and I get you like high vibrations, but did you know that Catholic women, wrapped up in guilt, experience the best orgasms, for they are going against their pure nature.  Regardless, we all are different, and some might need a man to enter their head.  Liked a molested girl.  Her creepy step-father telling her that his way of screwing her is the only way she should ever experience sex.  Hard and hurtful, bringing pain and darkness into her soul, unless she shakes it off and submits to treating her body like a temple.

STEPHANIE
Whatever.  Life is to be lived, not thought about.  We must grab the largest fruits, that nectar which propels us to promote our internal bliss.

ALICIA
You can win this argument, because I don't give a hot damn about it.  I adore your perspective sometimes, but please don't insult my choices if they don't gel with yours.  I don't preach more than necessary, and you don't boast more than needed--it's a decent friendship, and we should keep it that way forever.  Even if you like dragons, and I like unicorns.

   Stephanie retreated downstairs to fix herself a pickle sandwich.  Alicia had a point, but Stephanie would not stop being herself either.  She figured:  "We're all a bunch of sons and daughters of bitches anyway." 

Doc Holliday vs Johnny Ringo from Tombstone.

Loup Soup (14)

   "Loup Soup (14)"

   Buster couldn't help but check to see how his buddy was doing.  Remembering Starsky and Hutch reruns from the 1970's when he was a kid in Iceland, he went covert with a cheesy, fake mustache that was coal black, purchased at the local drug store--in the toy aisle no less, it not matching his golden mane, yet he wore a cap with the Saskatchewan Roughriders logo on it, being a fan of CFL football, and a pair of sunglasses.  He just wanted Jasper to make the score, get some, lay the pipe, be a man of today's time, not living in a bizarre state of sublime eternity--it was not to be so, and he knew it somehow, just as his shrink intellectually knew Tebow would not accept the lascivious invitation to hang out with Madonna when he got chosen to play for the Jets in New York.    
   Still, Buster wanted to see Jasper happy, truly--even if he was only a wise ass friend to Jasper, which is a paradoxical term; regardless, armed with the big, fake mustache, he remembered Wyatt Earp and the gunfight that happened at the O.K. Corral, knowing that according to witnesses, Earp had not moved a muscle during the gunfight; moreover, was not injured, having only symmetrical aim, and his buddy Doc, as well as Earp's brothers, who rolled around like Starsky and Hutch during the combative anthropology, were hit with the high velocity of bullets--art does not always imitate life, at least not on that occasion.    
   So, as he drank a hot cup of java with cream and brown sugar, he noticed Alicia was all laughs, playing with her hair, which means:  "I love you."  If of course a lady does this while engaged in conversation with a man, according to some body language experts.  Too, he noticed Jasper was stoic, keeping his Squirrel Girl comments on the inside, attempting a state of normality; next, he felt Jasper fly into his eyes telepathically, turning to look at him and right through his cheap and totally gaudy disguise.  Buster simply smiled, gave a humble nod, and made his exit.  He knew the dude with the dog's name was a werewolf, on some level, and left not stupefied, but in a state of mystic bliss to have such a comrade in the comic book arms.         
   
   

Loup Soup (13)

   
   "Loup Soup (13)"
   
   At the coffee shop, glaring into the eyes of each other, knowing only:  AGAPE.
   There was no tension.  No carnal cravings to thrust and mush.  Yet a love of humanity and the only One, True God.  A chance of growing old.  Suffering together as a Holy Family on the Cross, with only confession by way of something greater than faith--knowing.  Knowing that true love, in a higher form does eternally and truly exist, outside of the box of time, which Christ split in half by way of his beautiful birth.
   Nevertheless, Alicia played with her hair.  And Jasper licked his lips--if only out of anticipation for a gregarious gel of agape.
   His wolf was tame and domesticated, following a mentally mad Francis, him having served a year in the gore-smeared Crusades; next, transformed into a holy man, always saluting a priest before an angel, knowing you must eat of the body; plus, drink of the blood--if you want forever.
   Then, Alicia said:  "I think I'd like to take a ride on your motorcycle."
   "To where?"  Jasper asked.
   She didn't answer, but knew:  his heart.  

Stripes - Meet Psycho - HD

Loup Soup (12)

   
   "Loup Soup (12)"
   
   Adorned in his Hawkeye Pierce-like Hawaiian shirt; plus, his crappy winter jacket bought at a thrift shop and with loose khaki pants hanging over his moccasins, Jasper throttled his Ninja 300 to the local coffee shop, where he was to meet Alicia for their date.  He harnessed none of the nefarious aspects of the Canis lupus, yet only the loyal and lethally-loving sublimity of Saint Francis' friend, which the Saint hung out with for an approximate two years.  Still, Jasper was worried about conversation, making sure he wouldn't bring up Squirrel Girl and how to hide your nuts for the winter, thinking Alicia might think him perverted, when in fact--he was only wily and weird.
   On the other hand, Alicia decked herself out in preppy fashion.  Though the French girl, armed with dual citizenship had no real money, her simply working at the local gas station--she did own some designer jeans, cool Nancy Sinatra boots, and a fashionable sweater hued in the frequency of aqua-blue, which she ornamented herself in, covering the conservative ensemble with a denim jacket to match her jeans.  
   Alicia was a bit anxious as well, for she had been crushing on the shifty Jasper for quite a while; hence, she used her French Catholicism to invoke Saint Joan of Arc for courage in speech, yet humility in bodily persuasion, her wanting true love, and not a mere roll in the hay, knowing intrinsically that Jasper was out for only true love as well.  

Loup Soup (11)

   
   "Loup Soup (11)"
   
   Jasper, though in his mid-forties, had never been on a date before.  Had always lived with his Grandma until she passed, leaving him a collection of Hawaiian shirts, some old-printed Savings Bonds, and Boxer the cat--better than bubkes.  He had loved Grandma so much, and even though she had passed on--he wrote her letters of adoration everyday in his bizarre diary, for she had been the only biological family the man had ever known.  Anyway, he called his boss Buster, the tall and handsomely blonde Icelander over for some dating advice.  Buster was astonished that the reclusive Jasper would ask for anything, yet happy to see that the weird, little man was coming out of his teenage turtle shell.  Hopefully, this would be a great New Year for the dude, and he would finally develop a Napoleon Dynamite Complex.  So, the twosome sat in Jasper's garage-converted home, and even the Icelander was cold.

BUSTER
I can't believe you live like this dude.  And you've never been on a date?  What, are you a monk?

JASPER
Never got around to it--was always taking care of Grandma, and I have trouble evacuating my bowels in public.  Have to go on newspaper like a dog, and on pseudo-sacred territory.  But never the front page, for that would be strange.   

BUSTER
What a confession.  And I always knew you were a werewolf.  That seems a werewolf thing to do--I mean crap while in a squat-like position, and on newspaper.  

JASPER
Just tell me what I should wear boss?

BUSTER
Do you have any shirts besides those Hawaiian ones?  No, wait!  If she decided to go out with you, having always seen you in them; then, just wear one with plenty of flowers, like Magnum always did on that cool television show.  Damn, you're a weird one.

JASPER
But I like to think I got some couth.

BUSTER
And a total will to be weird, but I think it comes natural to you.  You are a true freak--in the most flattering of terms I mean.

   Boxer the cat entered through his kitty door, giving Buster a suspicious look; next, meowed for some more albacore tuna and spicy mustard.  Jasper obeyed his best friend.