Jessica strolled into the theater building. She wasn't sure how she wound up on this side of town, but she knew exactly who she wanted to see. It was Mike. She hadn't seen him in years, but she knew he was still living at their old stomping grounds of the theater. The theater had been named so by the weird displays that was contained within its walls. Mike was living there due to a weird inheritance that never made sense to any of them.
Jessica wandered into the room known as "the lodge"; she eyed its long tables and rows of chairs. Nothing had changed other than some of the skin had peeled back on the old moose head on the wall. It had given her the chills then, it just amused her now. She pushed open the door in the back.
The sight in front of her almost made her laugh. In the auditorium, a play had been arranged on the little stage. Barbie dolls arranged in some weird production of what looked like a cross between the wizard of Oz, and high school musical. Mike hadn't changed much it seemed. He was forever down here working on the latest joke. A soft barking caught her attention.
Jessica slowly, quietly ascended the stairs, to a place she remembered all to well, to a sight she had been longing to see. She looked up in the giant fake tree's bough. Mike was sitting there in a green t-shirt and plaid boxer shorts casually smoking a cigarette while a golden puppy ran in circles below him, yapping for attention.
"Mike! When did you start smoking?"
At Jessica's abrupt shout, Mike almost fell off his favorite thinking spot. He stared at her wide eyed. He had no idea when he'd seen her last, but God she'd gotten gorgeous. She was wearing a red v-neck shirt that perfectly displayed what had to be the Promised Land to him. He was so caught off guard by her appearance, that it took him a moment to notice two large gashes across her left breast, something like a battle scar, proudly shown on a field of snow.
"Ahh, well, it's a long story..." He began. He smiled sheepishly at her, pulling the cigarette away from his mouth. "But enough about me, what are you doing here?"
"Was in town for some business; I had to stop by of course. I see you got a new puppy. What happened to your other dog? Lady I think?" She stooped down in the floor, and Rufus gladly jumped in her lap for attention. She giggled as the dog nuzzled her skin.
"Ya, she got old. It's lonely without a dog around the place, so I got a new one." He hopped down out of the tree. He took a drag on his cigarette and eyed her casually as he could. "I do believe I'm jealous." He muttered when the dog licked her soft creamy skin.
She winked at him slyly. "Oh really now? I think I may have waited years for you to say that." She stood up and strolled over to him.
He caught her off guard when instead of a kiss to the cheek; he leaned down and kissed the scar on her chest. She gasped and giggled.
"What happened there?" He ran two fingers on the deep gashes and frowned. Carefully, he ran his fingers along the edge of her dress, and pushed it back, trying to see the full extent. They were old he could tell.
