24/7 Title: Supermarket Mayhem

"THIS IS WHY I DON'T DO THE SHOPPING!!!" Thought Clyde as he groaned from within his beer can burial, having been covered from head to toe in the cans, barely moving as the shopping cart rested over his body. Things were not looking good for him. If he hoped to escape with his belt, Clyde needed to get some distance to take Kelli down... Even if that meant facing Heather's wrath for coming home empty handed.

As Kelli uncovered his body, Clyde would sustain hard stomps to his arms, legs, torso and head, causing him to grunt out with each hit he took, wincing from the pain a bit. Eventually though Clyde tried to turn over and grab a lone beer can but not to drink it, rather he would try and shake it up bit before swiftly turning to Kelli in order to desperately spray the contents in her face.

"HAHAHAHA!! Yeah! Git Sum!" Clyde would exclaim loudly and proudly as he sprayed the contents of beer on Kelli's face in an act of desperation, apparently blinding her as a result, along with wetting that tight white T-shirt of hers, causing Clyde to grin devilishly at the site as he watched Kelli stumble back. He'd be lying if he said he didn't take a moment to stare at her wet perky chest but he didn't take too much time to admire the view.

Clyde's package was STILL hurting from that low blow he received from Kelli but could otherwise continue fighting. He then scrambled up to his feet as fast as he could on the large pile of beer cans despite the pain between his legs, looking over at Kelli as she stumbled back and wiped her eyes. Wasting little to think about a plan of attack, Clyde charged The Italian Rebellion Hellion at full speed, attempting to spear her hard into the Western Domestic Beer rack behind them, most likely causing the large box of 12-pack's at the top of the shelf and fall over them due to the impact.



(OOC: Example)

Keeping his shoulder plugged into Kelli's stomach, Clyde would grit down tightly on his teeth while the boxes of beer fell over them, closing his eyes as few cans bursted open and sprayed the two, soaking their bodies and heads, wetting Kelli even more. Heather wasn't going too be happy if Clyde came home smelling like beer, let alone being soaked in it, but he didn't have much room to care as he felt he needed to put Kelli away.

"That's an intoxicatin' aroma you got there, missy..." Clyde would tease to Kelli with a sly grin as he pulled his head out of her stomach and tried to grab her by the back of her hair and haul her down the asile before he reached the Produce department, trying to get her close enough before attempting to preform an Irish Whip and fling her into the collection of peaches.

Upon pulling Kelli away from the rack of beer, Clyde's eyes would in fact scan Kelli's chest, seeing her bare breasts through her soaked white T-Shirt, emitting a slight chuckle and smirking a bit at what he discovered, but otherwise not making a big about it yet. Perhaps he'd make a teasing comment to her in a moment after whipping her into those peaches. However, as Clyde tried to do just that, he would find his Irish whip completely reversed by Kelli as she swapped the momentum and whipped Clyde right towards the stack of peaches.

"Aww Shit... Gaah!" Clyde would let out as he went forward, his legs hitting the small boxes below, causing him to fall forth with the momentum that sent his upper body and face right onto the peaches that would scatter and fall onto the floor as Clyde crashed into them. He only remained there for a moment before his body slid off to the side, falling onto his hands and knees with a few peaches raining over his back, trying to hurry and get back on his feet.

"Agghhhh!" Clyde would let out through his gritted teeth as Kelli pulled at his hair and forced him up to his knees, wincing at the yanking feeling upon his scalp as she held his head in place with a rough grip at his hair. He was about ready to push away from Kelli but she took a step back and would end up lunging forward to ram the side of her thigh hard into Clyde's face, striking his nose and lips, making his head whip back a bit from the impact.

"Guh!" He grunted from the hit before his head returned to Kelli's leg, finding his nose and lips mashed against her thigh from the way she held him by his hair tightly "Uuummphh..." Clyde let out with a muffled groan from against Kelli's thigh, slightly dazed by the hit she gave him.