1-800-Flowers #LoRy

So Ry and I are planning his wedding!! Yes we are! This is the scene from the flower shop.

Walking in to the flower shop Ry immediately spots some flowers he "absolutely adores" and walks off. I am the more polite one of the two so I introduce myself to the two ladies behind the counter. There older woman (I'm guessing in early sixties) introduced herself as Emily. A younger little thing kept running from behind  the counter to the back. She paused long enough to introduce herself as Marisa. 

Emily: So your friend is getting married?

Me: Yes ma'am were just trying to get a feel for the flowers and arrangements and things. Nothing overly fancy. Simple is better. 

Emily: Alright I think I can help you with that. Here are some of our smaller arrangements. 

She shows me a book of examples. This entire time we have been making regular eye contact and the what not.

Looking up from the book I notice her looking at Ry. Not me.

Oh God what he he doing now....

Me: Do I want to know what he's doing?

Emily still looking at Ry: Well...

Me: It's that bad?

Emily: Well...

Me: Are we going to be asked to leave?

Emily: Well...

Turning around I see Ry. Standing there with a long neck fluted vase (I loved it) holding the bottom next to his crotch while slowly stroking the long fluted neck slowly simply staring at us. 

I groaned.

Me: Ry what are you doing?

Ry: Nothing.

Marisa walks out of the back carrying a bulbed vase with daises. She does a double take of Ry nearly dropping the vase. She swallows. Hard. Her face going scarlet. 

Shaking my head I glare at Ry: Would you hurry up and put that back we do have business to discuss you know. This is your damn wedding!

He snickers turning around making a giggly sound before putting the vase back. He casually walks over throwing an arm over my shoulder.

I give him the look: Did you have fun?

He smiles looking to Marisa: Honeybee haven't you ever seen a man jack off before?

Poor Marisa stutters almost dropping the vase again: I uh...

Ry: Honeybee don't worry. You'll lose you virginity soon enough.

Emily can't help herself. She bursts out laughing.

Poor Marisa becomes a very unhealthy shade of red. 

I shake my head. 

Ry points to a arrangement in the book: Sweetie! I love that one!

And business continued for the most part. 

You know the glass doors on a business have those shutting arms at the top so they don't slam shut? Well some are fast, some slow, and some average. Well this one was slow. Very slow. As we walked out I heard Marisa: Well that was weird.

Emily: True but they're the most entertaining customers we've ever had.

I glare at Ry. He only smiles.