[Drabble] Lying-to-impress!Salome & isalsogreat

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        “I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.”  The boast came in the middle of a lull in the conversation.  They were sitting around the outside swimming pool of the hotel they were staying at, eating ice cream.  It was a rather odd turn in the conversation, considering they had just been conversing, at length about the best ice cream flavor.  The conversation quickly deteriorated into their usual, “is NOT!” and “is SO” argument.  Which he won since he pulled out the infinity card, which she of course thought was cheating, ESPECIALLY after only one round of  ‘not’s’ and ‘so’s’.

     “I don’t believe you.”  Bobby calmly continued to eat his ice cream, unlike Salome who was trying to keep it from melting all over her hand.   There was just something odd about the Iceman eating ice cream.

Shaking her head she brushed blond away from her eyes.  “No, I totally did, he was asking for it.  I got away with it too; no one will ever catch me!”  She wasn’t sure where the lie came from, and it sounded so absurd that she didn’t even know why she continued with it.  Now that it was out, she had to see it through.

      “Until I tell the cops on you,” he reminded her with a wise nod.  That earned a gasp from her, “you would not!”
 
      “I would, you can’t just go around killing people and expect to get away with it.  That’s wrong.”  Always the voice of moral fortitude, Salome found it irritating in a little sister kind of way.

     “People kill other people all the time, and sometimes they get praised for it.  When you kill a bad guy, people call you a super hero!”  She pointed out, wrinkling her nose as she licked at the ice cream on her hand.

      “I work for the greater good.  You just shot him to watch him die, there’s a slight difference.”

      “He could have been a bad guy, you don’t know.”

      “And was he?”  There was a moment of silence as Salome thought about it.  Considering that the whole thing was a lie she didn’t know why she was taking so long to answer.  Imaginary men had no morals, or ethics of which to speak.

      “Well, kind of.  Maybe, well, he was misunderstood.”  Bobby rolled his eyes and gave her a look.  “I’m getting the impression that you have a hard time believing anyone is evil.  There are, really horrible people out there, without a shred of goodness in them, you need to protect yourself.”

She gave a deep sigh, and went back to her ice cream, sulking for a moment.  “The only bad guy here is you, Bobby bee.”

       “Me?” His eyebrows lifted, “what did I do?” 

       “Bein’ mean to me, of course,” she harrumphed.

       “Oh, yes, I know, using logic and years of human experience is such a mean thing.”  With another roll of his eyes, he lent over and pushed her head.  Salome fell over and then came right back up like one of those BoBo the clown punching bags. 

       “THAT was mean!”  She cried even as she was grinning.  “You know, this means war.”  Shaking his head he laid back in the lounge chair, a hand behind his head, looking as cool as . . . well . . . an Iceman.  “Save your strength, kiddo, I could beat you with one hand.”

Which was very, very true, but that wasn’t going to stop her.  Pouncing on him she pushed her ice cream cone in his face, smearing the cold cream over his nose and mouth.  He sputtered, and batted it away before grabbing her arms and pulling her to his chest, when she was safely restrained he stood up.

      “You fight dirty, kiddo, real dirty.”  Giggling, she still tried to fight her way out of Bobby’s arms, even though she knew it was pretty much useless.  “Heeyyyy I gotta work with what I got!  Use what ever is at my disposal!”  The justification was broken up by hysterical laughter as he tickled her and walked closer to the pool. 

      “So you’ll understand when I do this.”  He picked her up, and tossed her into the pool as if he was simply tossing a pillow back on to the bed.  She disappeared under the water, and reemerged some time later sputtering and brushing hair away from her face.

     “I’M TELLING MOM!”