"Did we finish it?" Chris asked Kyle as he got off the couch.
"Yup, done." Kyle replied as he put his wine glass in the dishwasher and headed for the back door.
"Sweet, now I don't need to move. Later on man."
Chris fumbled for the remote, trying to find the list of programs that have been recorded by him, for him, on some machine. Chris hasn't seen a commercial on television in over two years. Which is kind of amazing when you consider he has 40 shows on "season pass" and watches over 5 hours of television a night. A night. Meaning, getting home from work, making dinner and then settling down to TV at around 7:30-8PM. You could argue that he is productive during this time, but Facebooking and Tweeting don't really qualify as "productivity". Oh well... there is always more wine.
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(Tenz)
Ripples bloomed in the wine glass as Chris emptied into it the last few drops of Cabernet. Letting the empty wine bottle drop to the floor, he slumped back in the lazEboy armchair. If you asked him, he wouldn't be able to tell you what the last programme he had "watched" was called; he'd spent the last hour sharing his vision from the TV to the laptop that lay across his knees.
He leered at the image as a red haired woman with huge breasts, dressed like she was living in the '50s' raised her eyebrow at her boss, a man wearing a sharp suit, hair slicked back, smoking a cigarette on the screen.
A brief, blinding light from his laptop stirred him, and he squinted as tried to focus on the screen. Taking a sip of wine and blinking rapidly, he clicked on the mouse. Nothing happened. The screen stayed black, with an eerie, cloudy green tinge around its edges. He held Alt + Ctrl Del, but nothing happened.
On the TV a blonde haired Marilyn Monroe lookalike with scarlet lips was caressing a man's shoulders, but Chris ignored it.
On his laptop, in green letters across the centre of the screen read: "Hello Chris. I've been waiting for you."
He leered at the image as a red haired woman with huge breasts, dressed like she was living in the '50s' raised her eyebrow at her boss, a man wearing a sharp suit, hair slicked back, smoking a cigarette on the screen.
A brief, blinding light from his laptop stirred him, and he squinted as tried to focus on the screen. Taking a sip of wine and blinking rapidly, he clicked on the mouse. Nothing happened. The screen stayed black, with an eerie, cloudy green tinge around its edges. He held Alt + Ctrl Del, but nothing happened.
On the TV a blonde haired Marilyn Monroe lookalike with scarlet lips was caressing a man's shoulders, but Chris ignored it.
On his laptop, in green letters across the centre of the screen read: "Hello Chris. I've been waiting for you."
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(Lek the Creator)
Chris' jaw hung slack, the wine glass began to slowly tilt to an angle that would surely cause the wine to spill.
"We see you Chris, we know what sites you were looking at. Others may think you are being a good little boy on your computer, but we know the truth."
Instantly, thoughts of fetish websites ran through his mind. 'She had to be 18?!' he thought.
Kyle did everything he could to keep his laughter down. Chris was always naive about computers, security and Kyle's hacking skills. This was almost too easy. The best part would be tomorrow, when Chris got to work and saw an email sent out to all his friends. An email that would contain a youtube video of Chris' reaction as Kyle hacked into his computer.
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Chris exited through revolving glass door and leant against a wall as the reception room span. Wine's revenge. Wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead, he walked on, slowly, trying to forget the vodka shots that washed down the cabernet. Palette cleansers he told himself.
"Feeling well today Mr. Kaye?" said Lotus, the building's receptionist.
"I've been better," said Chris, wiping his forehead. "Afraid I was a bad little boy last night."
Lotus stared intently at the monitor in front of her.
"Too much wine" said Chris.
Chris entered the office to a hushed silence. People turned their heads as he walked by. A blonde haired girl wearing a short skirt drank from a water bottle, then sprayed some out when Chris nodded at her. She mumbled apologies before quickly walking away.
Scratching his ear, Chris sat at his cubicle. His regular neighbors seemed to have drifted away, all deep in conversation yet still glancing towards him. On the screen of his monitor a rectangular box flashed, reading: "You have mail."
He clicked the box.
"Feeling well today Mr. Kaye?" said Lotus, the building's receptionist.
"I've been better," said Chris, wiping his forehead. "Afraid I was a bad little boy last night."
Lotus stared intently at the monitor in front of her.
"Too much wine" said Chris.
Chris entered the office to a hushed silence. People turned their heads as he walked by. A blonde haired girl wearing a short skirt drank from a water bottle, then sprayed some out when Chris nodded at her. She mumbled apologies before quickly walking away.
Scratching his ear, Chris sat at his cubicle. His regular neighbors seemed to have drifted away, all deep in conversation yet still glancing towards him. On the screen of his monitor a rectangular box flashed, reading: "You have mail."
He clicked the box.
Ripples bloomed in the wine glass as Chris emptied into it the last few drops of Cabernet. Letting the empty wine bottle drop to the floor, he slumped back in the lazEboy armchair. If you asked him, he wouldn't be able to tell you what the last programme he had "watched" was called; he'd spent the last hour sharing his vision from the TV to the laptop that lay across his knees.
ReplyDeleteHe leered at the image as a red haired woman with huge breasts, dressed like she was living in the '50s' raised her eyebrow at her boss, a man wearing a sharp suit, hair slicked back, smoking a cigarette on the screen.
A brief, blinding light from his laptop stirred him, and he squinted as tried to focus on the screen. Taking a sip of wine and blinking rapidly, he clicked on the mouse. Nothing happened. The screen stayed black, with an eerie, cloudy green tinge around its edges. He held Alt + Ctrl Del, but nothing happened.
On the TV a blonde haired Marilyn Monroe lookalike with scarlet lips was caressing a man's shoulders, but Chris ignored it.
On his laptop, in green letters across the centre of the screen read: "Hello Chris. I've been waiting for you."
Chris exited the revolving glass door and leant against a wall as the reception room span. Wine's revenge. Wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead, he walked on, slowly, trying to forget the vodka shots that washed down the cabernet. Palette cleansers he told himself.
ReplyDelete"Feeling well today Mr. Kaye?" said Lotus, the building's receptionist.
"I've been better," said Chris, wiping his forehead. "Afraid I was a bad little boy last night."
Lotus stared intently at the monitor in front of her.
"Too much wine" said Chris.
Chris entered the office to a hushed silence. People turned their heads as he walked by. A blonde haired girl wearing a short skirt drank from a water bottle, then sprayed some out when Chris nodded at her. She mumbled apologies before quickly walking away.
Scratching his ear, Chris sat at his cubicle. His regular neighbours seemed to have drifted away, all deep in conversation yet still glancing towards him. On the screen of his monitor a rectangular box flashed, reading: "You have mail."
He clicked the box.