[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmZiOWYyMy5TR0Z1YzJWc0lFdHlZWFZ6WlEsLC4w/wonderbar.regular.png[/img][/center] [center][color=f7941d][b]Location:[/b][/color] [b]G' Whiz[/b] Sweets Shop[/center] [i]Ding! Ding![/i] Hunched over a wooden work desk with what appeared to be a pistol magazine, but what was actually a PEZ dispenser, was Hansel. The bounty hunter had several pill-shaped candies on his desk that he was feeding into the cartridge. Currently, he was feeding mints into it. [i]Ding! Ding![/i] “Gretel! Jemand ist am Schreibtisch! (Someone is at the desk)” Hansel informed loudly. Hansel raised the light-blue pill before his caramel eyes, inspecting it for chips or protruding fragments. The last thing he wanted was for his dispenser to get jammed. [i]Ding! Ding![/i] “Gretel!” Hansel shouted. He paused, listening for a response, and when he didn’t get one, he sighed in exasperation. The G’ Whiz was her sweets shop and yet he found himself working the front more than her. Setting down the magazine and tart, Hansel scooted back in his wooden chair and stood. With an irritable scowl on his face, he walked over to a white apron he had hanging up on an iron nail and donned it. Grasping the ties, he drew them behind his back and tied them into a slipknot. His footsteps were heavy on the wooden floorboards, creaking his way up from the basement to the shop above. Opening the basement door, Hansel closed it behind him and turned into the next open room to where the register and glass case with various sweet things were. Standing on the other side of the glass case, was…the most gorgeous babe he had ever seen! [url=http://img03.deviantart.net/772a/i/2015/118/3/2/heart_of_cogs_by_nanfe-d859imm.jpg]The girl[/url] stood before the glass case in a white dress with a puffy skirt. The dress had a corset built into it that cradled her bosom like two marshmallow buns. Her stark-white hair hung like a curtain from her head and was cut to frame her face. It didn’t seem like her natural hair color for her brows were a dark brunette, but it didn’t distract from her overall beauty. Heck, even Gretel was a fake-blonde (good thing she can’t read minds…wait). Her eyes were large and blue like a doll baby’s and she had appeared to be frustrated until she noticed Hansel. Her pink, bow-shaped lips curled into a warm smile as though she were excited to see him. Folding her hands in her lap, the darling greeted: “Good Evening, Sir!” Did he have a grin on his face? He did didn’t he? Hansel brought a hand over his mouth to hide the [s]lewd[/s] happy smile that had been on his face. He then turned his head to shout over his shoulder: “Gretel, I got it! Don’t worry about it!” It was time for the Candy Man to work his magic. Hansel stepped up to the counter with a lopsided smile on his face. “Evening. What can I do for you? Everything I hope,” said Hansel. The girl seemed to catch on to his flirt rather quickly as her cheeks flushed pink. Her hand rose to her mouth to hide her amused smile. “I was craving something sweet, and then I saw your shop…” “You’ve come to the right place. Is this your first time?” “Yes. I don’t think I’ve been here…” “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” The girl brought both hands to her face to hide it as it glowed in her embarrassment. Hansel grinned at her reaction and figured that he should reel it back a little. “Sorry I don’t get too many hot customers. I’ll behave myself,” Hansel promised. The girl lowered her hands so that her blue eyes peeked over her fingers at…she read the name tag on his apron, “Hansel.” Dropping her hands from her face, the girl tossed her head to throw a few layers of her white mane over her shoulder. She tried to hide her smile behind a firm and mature expression as she said, “Well, Mr. Hansel. I am looking for some chocolate turtles. They’re my absolute favorite.” Hansel picked up a yellow notepad next to the register and slid the pencil free from its spiral binding. He jotted down “chocolate turtles” and “favorite” and paused to look up. “Favorite; go on…” he said innocently. The girl arched a brow at him and turned her back on him. “Maybe I’ll just go look for them myself.” Setting the pad down, Hansel bent over to cross his arms on the countertop. Resting his weight upon his forearms, he watched the girl as she browsed the store. “The turtles might be on the shelf you’re facing.” The girl paused and looked back at him before she then looked forward at a shelf with several rectangular shaped boxes stacked on it. She curiously walked over to it, picking up the first one that read Assorted Chocolates. Resting his chin in his hand, Hansel directed, “A little lower.” She put the chocolates back and checked the second shelf. “Lower.” Hansel’s brows slowly rose when he noticed the more the girl bent over the higher her dress seemed to rise. Lifting his chin from his hand, the bounty hunter watched her closely. “Just a little more. Lower…looo~wer. Lower.” The girl realized what Hansel was trying to do when she felt some air catch under her dress. Hansel was gripping the glass case as his metaphorical tail started happily wagging. He saw some frilly panties and the start of her cheeks until she suddenly killed it by crouching. Hansel groaned, grasping his heart and turning away from the counter as though he had chest pain. How could she do that to him!? [i]So close…[/i] Hansel whispered to himself. After finding the box of chocolate turtles, the girl stood and walked back over to the counter, staring at the store clerk’s back while he was leaned over, clutching the back wall in what appeared to be pain. The girl’s brows rose curiously. “Are you all right, Mr. Hansel?” Hansel dragged a hand down his face and turned back to face the girl with another innocent grin. “Just a cramp. I’m good. Is that all?” She glanced down at the assortment of cakes in the glass case, and then slightly leaned down to get a closer look. Hansel peered down at the cakes with her…more like down her cleavage. Her breasts looked ready to spill from her top, spill out like jello pudding. Oh God…this girl and some pudding was sounding very delicious at the moment. His conscience was already yelling at him to behave himself. Suddenly the glass case came rushing toward his face. His forehead smashed against the glass, cracking it and startling the girl. Latched onto the back of Hansel’s head was the hand of a really large black man who looked absolutely pissed off. He wore a black tank top with black jeans and Timberlands. Black was just his theme it seemed. His lips were twisted into a vicious scowl as he growled, “You son ova’ bitch. You think I didn’t see you peepin’ at Peep!” Hansel slowly turned his head to the side so that the side of his face was smashed against the case. Blood was streaming from a cut on his face from the glass having cut it. “Peep? As in Little Bo Peep?” Hansel questioned. “Yeah, and I’m her Sheep she keeps puttin’ an ad in the paper about, Sucka’. Except she don’t really lose me. She just got short-term memory loss. She won’t remember yo ass tomorrow. I’ll make sure ov’ that.” Short-term memory loss? That was…spectacular news! Bo grasped Sheep’s forearm and looked up at him. “Sheep! Let him go. I don’t want you going to jail again.” Sheep wrinkled his nose down at Hansel and pushed off his head as he withdrew his massive hand. Hansel bore his teeth, wincing as he slowly slid off the counter and sank to the floor. Bo gasped and quickly rounded the counter to crouch at Hansel’s side and inspect the cut on his forehead. “I am so sorry! I forgot that he came with me,” Bo apologized. [i]You forgot that Big Bastard?[/i] Hansel thought. Reaching a hand up to the counter, his fingers walked over to the yellow notepad and snatched it up. He over-dramatized the pain he was in, peeking up to make sure the Black Sheep wasn’t watching him. “No; I’m sorry. He’s right. I wasn’t being a gentleman,” said Hansel pathetically, while he quickly scribbled down his number and “Call me” on the notepad. Bo peered down at the message and quietly tore it from the pad as Hansel talked over the sound of the page ripping. “Just take the turtles for free. On me. I won’t call the cops on [i]Blackie[/i].” Sheep snatched up the chocolates and snarled, “Let’s go Peep!” Bo folded the message and tucked it into her cleavage. “Again I’m sorry, Mr. Hansel, and thank you.” She stood and quickly followed Black Sheep out of the sweets shop as he scolded, “Next time you want somethin’ sweet, go to the other place (The Goody Basket)!” Hansel remained seated against the glass case, grinning and laughing victoriously. The Candy Man scores again. The Black Sheep was right. She wasn’t going to remember him tomorrow or the next day or the next day or the next. Reaching a hand into his pocket, he removed a sucker and twisted the wrapper free before inserting it into his mouth. Crossing his arms behind his head, Hansel just smiled as he thought about all the naughty adventures he was going to have.