[Storiesmaniac]

Kyle, Robin, and Shawn meandered through the aisles of the local supermarket, staring at the grocery list Whit had written for them in confusion.

"Tomacheaus?" Shawn scrutinized Whit's obnoxious cursive scrawl. "What the hell are tomacheaus?"

Robin ripped the piece of paper from Shawn's hands. "That's not tomacheaus, you idiot. Clearly it says tampons."

The three guys exchanged smiles at which Robin muttered quiet enough so that no one but the three could hear them, "DIVACUP!". They burst into laughter until Kyle ripped the list from Robin's grip and squinted at the text.

"You two are nimrods." Kyle rolled his eyes. "It says tomatoes." And with that he made his way over to the produce section.

"You sure?" Robin asked, tailing close behind. "Maybe we should purchase a box of tampons just in case."

"Oh yeah," Kyle scoffed, "and maybe while we're at it, we can pick up a box of tomacheaus, whatever the hell they are."

"Hey," Shawn cut in. "I don't like your tone."

"Tomacheaus, anyone?" Robin sniggered while Kyle filled a produce bag with ripe tomatoes.

"Why are we the ones shopping, anyways?" Shawn rolled his eyes. "You're married. This is Whit's job."

"Gaston, you're positively primeval," Robin said in a high girly voice.

"Huh?"

"Never watch Disney movies alone with the girls," Kyle said recognizing the phrase. "Bad things come of it, like quoting. Besides, Whit's working tonight."

"Working women." Shawn rolled his eyes. "Ha, what a joke."

"You're not really funny." Robin shook his head.

"Oh, you know I love a woman with a contract and a salary." Shawn stopped being an ass. "Hard working career women are the best."

"Yeah, because it means you have to work less," Robin said quietly.

"Was that a shot?"

"I don't know, could have been..." Robin whistled.

"Shut up the two of you." Kyle shook his head. "Go pick up a twelve pack of beer, and we'll get the fuck out of here."

Kyle made his way to the check out while Shawn and Robin grabbed beer in the drink section. They returned with two twelve packs in hand, and Kyle eyed them suspiciously.

'Two for one," Shawn shrugged as he put the cases of booze on the conveyor belt. Kyle nodded and swiped his card, pressing the green button to authorize the purchase. When he had signed the pad and gotten the receipt, he gave it a once over.

"Hey," he said, checking out the prices. "That beer wasn't two for one."

"We know." Robin smiled deviously. "But on the plus side, we got you to buy twice as much beer."

Kyle just rolled his eyes, and the three made their way to Shawn's slightly abused truck.

[EternalPen]

Although it would probably bee ROOT beer with me, sounds like something I would do. lol two for one...
I love this, and I think your going somewhere good with this. keep it up!