Argh!I slammed the door in his face, quickly brushed my teeth, went pee, and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I slipped on running shoes just in case. Then I shoved random clothes and toiletries in a backpack because I think he was serious about needing to go to some Greek island.
When I went to the fridge to grab breakfast, I saw that everything in there had been eaten. Including the condiments.
Eww, human garbage disposal.
I gave Cronus an accusatory look and he just shrugged.
After catching another Uber that Cronus quickly warded, we headed over to the pawn shop. I was hoping the dude who worked there would give me something for these silver coins. “While I’m in here getting cash, you need to go next door and get normal human clothes,” I told the Titan of time, and pointed to the Big and Tall store right next to the pawn shop. My eyes grazed across his mostly bare chest and the metal plating he wore. Dude looked like he’d stepped right off of a movie set.
Our Uber driver, Minnie, raised an eyebrow at us.
“I’m a method actor!” Cronus declared, and I tried not to giggle. “But remember the bond? I don’t think this will allow for that.”
#TheFuckingBond!
I sighed.
She pulled up to the pawn shop and we both exited the car.
“Stick with me! Don’t talk.” I snapped as I waltzed into the pawn shop and he hung by the door fiddling with something.
As I approached the guy behind the desk, I felt that painful slicing sensation in my gut, and I knew that we were literally on the edge of our tether to each other. I flicked my giant an annoyed look and he shuffled closer to me. When the pain eased, I focused on the task at hand.
Pawn shop negotiations.#IveSeenThisShow
Twenty minutes later, I had seven grand cash and Cronus looked like a super tall American basketball player. He wore Nike shoes, dark denim wash jeans, and a pale blue t-shirt that saidLife’s a Beach.
I couldn’t help but grin.
We were now with Minnie on our way to the airport.
He held out a beefy hand. “Give me the small computer phone.”
I unlocked my phone and handed it to him. “Do you even know how to use it?”
He glared at me and started to button mash, pulling up a ticket purchase website.
“Damn, I’m impressed.”
Another glare. “Your limited brain function is barely passable. But I’ve learned enough to adapt.” He somehow managed with his big-ass fingers to checkout with two tickets to Greece, placing them on hold at the airport.
I reached for the phone. “Whoa … whoa, those are first class seats, buddy. That’s going to take all of our money.”
He scoffed. “I’m not sleeping with the rest of the humans in economy.”
Snob!
But hey, if he was buying … I wasn’t going to complain. Let this idiot figure out that we’d need food and hotel money when we landed in Greece and that they didn’t take gold bars he kept next to his dick as payment.
#DickBarsAnyone
We were just getting off the express ramp to the airport when that slicing pain ripped through my stomach. Cronus shifted next to me, his chest rumbling—he was feeling the same.
“Everything okay back there?” our Uber driver asked.
“Method. Acting,” Cronus grit out.
“Mother fudger, that hurts,” I whispered to him. “What the hell is up with this?”
