Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Jave Joe's new betting pool

Marissa looked at the huge dry erase board Mooney had installed along the short back wall of Java Joe’s on the second anniversary of her opening the coffee shop. It was huge, ran floor to ceiling and had little whimsical baskets to hold the dry-erase markers and erasers. It also, at the moment, had what looked like a betting pool. In one column, the bet was for what White Fang was going to change his name to. The next column was for who was going to change their name next. And the third was… coffee vs beer? She shook her head, knowing full-well her kids were behind this. Rattigan’s was famous for their betting pools. Her stepsons were famous for being pissed about not being able to join in, since it was a bar.

“So, you going to get rid of that thing?” Sheriff Coltrane asked. Marissa looked over her shoulder at the wily old peace officer. She had long since stopped jumping when he snuck up on her.

“Na,” she replied. There are worse things than giving the youngsters of the Peak someplace to blow off a little steam. Besides, if they are committing their mischief in plain view of me, then they aren’t committing it elsewhere for us to find later.” The sheriff chuckled.

“True enough, Miss Marissa. True enough. But what if they end up having to pay out all those bets?”

“The bets are all for baked goods, frappies, and hot chocolate,” Marissa said with a smile. “If they lose their shirts, they can pay out in IOUs and I’ll get it back outa their hides through hard work.”

“Well, that does make this all sound better,” the sheriff agreed with another chuckle. “I have to say, you sure have been good for those McMahon boys. And their daddy, too. I never would have expected a tiny little thing like you to handle them so well.”

“It’s because she’s meaner than she looks,” Mooney said as he swooped up from behind her to lay a reverse bear hung on her. Marissa leaned her head back and kissed his chin.

“I’m not mean,” she replied with a smirk. “I just know what carrot to dangle before you. You do what I want, you get what you want…”


Pat C. said...

So is Mooney going to dangle his carrot now?

The next one in the name change category might be Rattigan's itself. I named it after the bad guy in "The Great Mouse Detective" (voiced by the legendary Vincent Price). However, since nobody in the cast is actually named Rattigan, and there's never been a Louie Delavecchio (name or personality) in a Disney movie, we may be good on this one.

Serena Shay said...

LOL...those McMahon boys are industrious, but Marissa has their number alright! Great post!

Love that puppy pic...I've been that hot, so go puppy!!

Savanna Kougar said...

Yep, the pup in fridge is too cute, especially since he looks to be a husky. That would make a cool flash story in itself.

Marissa is one cool customer, and knows just how to make Mooney dangle his carrot for her. I love those two together.

Savanna Kougar said...

Rattigan's is probably just fine... it's kinda universal too, in the nature of the word.

Rebecca Gillan said...

Yeah, Rattigan's is fine. It's owned by a rat and makes a nice play off of Benigan's, which was a faux irish eatery/bar. That's actually what I had though you did when naming Louie's joint.

Mooney has no carrot, by the way. He's a carnie, so he's got a snausage. Though Marissa is a vegitarian, so maybe having a carrot would not be a bad idea...

Pat C. said...


So how does Mooney feel about Beggin' Strips?

Savanna Kougar said...

lol!... it's been so long since I heard SNAUSAGES!

Rebecca Gillan said...

Hmm, my mind went off in all kinds of raunchy directions at the thought of what kind of Beggin' Strips Mooney might like.