Taking a Walk

It had been a busy day; Theresa had bought a ton of food to restoke the sad but functioning fridge in the hideout. Not being one to have much forsignt in these trivial chores ,she was holding two giant bags full of food in both arms. They more or less blocked her view of the street ahead. The fact that she was wearing sunglassess didn't help either. And as fate would have it, she tripped on something in front of her and ate the floor.  " Puta madre. " she cussed quietly, picking up the spilt produce and putting it back into the bags.

Theresa rolled her eyes as the boy walked pass. " Asshole. " She muttered under my breath at the boy that walked past. Was it really to much to ask for a little common curtesy? She angrily shoved a pack of marshmellows into one of the bags, uttering more curses under her breath.

Theresas hands and kneese were scraped but it was not anything too serious. She sighed and pushed her glasses up. Next time she would make the idiot do it.  Everything was back in the bag except a little container of vanilla extract that had rolled down the sidewalk infront of a certain annoying boys path. Theresa noticed and called out " Oye niño! Watch out for the container!"

Theresa had not learned her lesson after falling. Not five steps forward she bumped into someone. Luckily all her groceries were still intact but that didn't stop her from cussing at said person. " Watch where you're goin ya asshole!" She growled, glaring up at said asshole. The Reaper looked down at her and frowned. " Why don't you watch where your goin ya whore?!" he barked in response.

Theresa had opened her mouth ready with a snappy remark but she stopped realizing who it was. A former reaper fighting with a current reaper couldn't go very well. She had groceries to get home and an idiot to feed, along with the kid. She swallowed her pride, mumbled a "Nevermind." and brushed past the Reaper. The obscenities she was thinking were far from family friendly at the moment. But aperantly, the Reaper wasn't as stupid as she assumed. She knew she was screwed when he roughly grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. " Hey! Weren't you a Reaper?" he growled, tugging close to him by her arm.

" It's none of your Damn Business ya creep!" Theresa growled in response. The Reaper growled and took out his gun. SHIIIIIIIII-is that a folding chair?! Theresa jumped out of the way spilling the contents of the grocery bags on the floor again.The Reaper had it worse. The folding chair making perfect contact with his shoulder. He cussed looked around for whoever threw it.