Chapter Text
It was that time of the week again: groceries. Ugh. You hate this part of your routine. There's something so tedious about grocery shopping that you'd rather drive a nail through your head. Hey, it saves money on food.
Leaving your apartment in the cold NYC winter, you don't want to venture too far from home, so you go to the nearest market, regardless of the savings you get from your usual place. It's cold out, and you'd rather not lug your groceries across transit lines in this freezing chill.
As you walk through the market, you're reasonably surprised at the selection and value. It's not too bad. You gather your normal selection or veggies (salad prep is so easy for a work lunch) and pantry staples such as pasta, sauce, and cereal. The only things left are the milk and a few other dairy products. You take a small sigh of relief as you walk around the corner to the final aisle.
Where you see a couple of idiots holding balloons.
No way.
No. Way.
You knew Impractical Jokers filmed in NYC but come on, theres at least 8 million people in NYC, and certainly bigger markets than this to film in.
But, to your disbelief, Sal Vulcano and Brian Quinn are standing right down the aisle, balloons in hand.
You take a deep breath. Yeah, you're gonna play. This is too awesome to go fangirl.
You start down the aisle, reminding yourself to breathe on occasion, as you browse the cheeses. You turn your back to the aisle, knowing what's coming.
*clip* and one balloon on your jacket. You hear someone scurry off, but don't look, too interested in that Munster.
*clip* another one. Someone slides behind and next to you. At this point, it's hard not to smile. But you can't help but look up and see which one is there.
“Yeah, uh, Munster is supposed to be a good melting cheese. Have you heard that?” it's Q. Fucking Brian Quinn. Right next to you. Asking you about cheese, trying to be nonchalant.
“Yeah, I've heard that.” you smile and join in. He smiles back a bit, trying to hold his laughter as Sal sneaks behind with another *clip*. Part of you wants to give up the ghost and bust him on this, but…
Busting Q sounds more fun.
You pick up the Munster and some 2% and make your way to the end of the aisle. You hear someone try not to be too loud at running, but it's not working. You know it's Q. He's running pretty hard, he's trying to get that balloon on you.
And then a *clip* on your sleeve, followed by a loud thud against the ground.
That's it, you have to see what he did. You turn to see him face down on the ground. Sal is down the aisle, rolling. You wanna play it up, for good measure, at least for Joe and Murr’s hidden entertainment.
“did you do this?” you look with mock confusion at the balloons on your jacket. Brian looks at you with a defeated laugh. “what the hell man?”
Q comes to his feet, with a small amount of assistance from you.
“You're a pretty good sport, miss.” Brian says as he shakes your hand, removing the balloons.
“honestly, I'm a big fan. I just wanted to play.” you confess.
“oh, really?” Brian is surprised. “it's always nice to meet a fan.” he pulls you into a small hug.
“it's pretty awesome to meet you. Honestly, you're cuter in person that I imagined.” fuck why did you say that
Brian just laughs. “thanks. You're pretty cute yourself.” ohmygodohmygodohmygod
He notices your ‘deer-in-headlights’ look and furrows his brow. “look, here's my number. I don't usually do this, but why not. You're a pretty good sport. Also, don't forget, I like cheese.” he furrows again as he walks away.
Yeah, so it's not a great parting line.
But he's too cute.
And you've got his number.