It was a nice day for a walk in the park, a bit on the warm side for April, but cloudy and threatening rain. Jon wasn't too concerned about it though. A little water never hurt anyone, and Cosmo was pestering his master for a romp out of doors, so a walk in the park it was.
It was Jon's day off, and as such, he was dressed casually in khakis and a light blue button-down shirt. It was about as casual as Jon got, unless he was hanging around the house with Vicki in sweatpants and t-shirt. They'd stopped for a hotdog as they'd passed by a vendor, and Jon had bought one for each other them, including the walking garbage can that was his dog. He was arm in arm with Vicki on one side, Cosmo just ahead leading his master by the leash.
As much as she loved Jon, he did have moments when he forgot one important thing about her. But Vicki didn't point it out, surreptitiously feeding the sausage from her hotdog to Cosmo when Jon wasn't looking and feasting herself on mustard and onions in a bun. It wasn't a bad trade-off, really. Dressed as usual in her jeans and a checked button down shirt of her own, she wound her arm around Jon's as they walked along, utterly unafraid of the threat of rain. "You know, you really shouldn't let him drag you around like that," she laughed as Cosmo tugged on the leash.
His memory, though a steel trap when it came to scripts, left a lot to be desired when it came to other things. The doctors had said it had something to do with the damage the bullet had done to his brain, but Vicki never seemed to mind when he had these little occasional spasms of forgetfulness. Her loss was, apparently, Cosmo's gain as the dog was thoroughly enjoying both sausages - a rare treat as Vicki usually kept the dog on a pretty healthy diet. Jon smiled over at Vicki, thinking he had the dog completely under control, which of course, he didn't. "He's not dragging me. He's perfectly..." Jon yelped as Cosmo suddenly took off in a run, dragging Jon along behind him, trying to keep up, Vicki trailing behind.
The redhead couldn't help a bark of laughter as Jon was dragged roughly out of her grip, stumbling along a couple of steps behind them before she regained her balance. She watched the pair of them heading at full speed toward the fountain, wondering vaguely if Cosmo was going to stop before taking pity on her fiance. Swallowing the last of her bun, she wet her lips and let out a loud whistle. "Cosmo! Stop!"
It wasn't so much the fountain Cosmo was after but the cute little girl dog that he'd spied from afar. Spring was in the air and it was lust at first sight. Thankfully, Jon was used to being taken for a walk or a run by Cosmo on occasion and was in prime physical shape so had little trouble keeping up. It was no secret that he spoiled the dog a little, sometimes undermining Vicki's attempts at discipline. He was obviously as fond of the dog as the dog was with his master. "Vicki!" Jon shouted as the dog yanked him along. It was hard to tell who was taking who for the walk sometimes.
"Oh, for ..." Dissolving into laughter again, it took a moment or two for Vicki to break into a run of her own. She wasn't in as good shape as Jon, but it was good enough, and besides, she wasn't chasing. She'd spotted the pretty little poodle that Cosmo was fully intending to mount in front of her elderly owner. Cutting across the grass, Vicki launched herself in front of the Collie, landing on her knees on the damp grass as her fingers wrapped into his collar. Of course, this did rather put her directly in Jon's path, but hey, you can't have everything.
He skidded to a halt or tried to, watching helplessly as Vicki very nearly dove in front of the collie to head him off at the pass, or rather, the fountain. Jon's forward momentum got the better of him and he fell arse over teakettle into the fountain with a huge splash of water that more than likely doused anyone in the near vicinity, including Vicki and Cosmo.
A chorus of squeals went up around them, not least from Vicki as she clung onto the collie, both of them drenched by the backsplash as Jon went headfirst into the fountain. The dog shook himself out almost immediately, splattering Vicki even further as she leaned away, eyes closed and laughing. One hand rose to wipe her face as she wrapped the leash around her other wrist. "See what you did, you daft dog?" was the fond accusation levelled at the excitable Cosmo as she pulled herself to her feet, moving over to the fountain. "Bit of a cold day for a swim, isn't it, stud muffin?"
The dog didn't seem in the least beat upset about the whole ruckus, wagging his tail happily and barking at his master and mistress as if to encourage more hijinks. Jon climbed out of the fountain, thankful he wasn't wearing an expensive Gucci suit. He looked like a wet rat, but he was smiling in spite of it all, knowing it was sort of his own fault. "I thought I'd test the water." He pushed his now soaking wet hair back from his face. Without any fussing, his hair was going to turn into a mess of curls in no time. He sighed as he looked himself over, his shoes squishing uncomfortably. "Bad dog," he scolded Cosmo, waggling a finger at him, but the dog didn't quite seem to get it.
"Too late to say that now," Vicki snickered, bracing herself as Cosmo attempted to lunge away again. Her free hand rose to curl into Jon's shirt, pulling him into a cheeky kiss. "Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you're wet?"
The pout on Jon's face turned to a smile as she pulled him close for a kiss, despite the fact that he was soaking wet. "Several times, but I don't mind hearing it again." And since she was already wet, he wasn't overly concerned about her getting too close. It didn't much matter if it rained either. But his shoes were probably ruined. Oh well. He had others. He kissed her back, a warm, enthusiastic press of lips against hers.
It was just as well Rhy'Din didn't have paparazzi, or Jon's reputation as a ladies man would have been well and truly destroyed by the picture of happily coupled bliss he'd just created. Which was, unfortunately, destroyed in itself when Cosmo forced himself between them. At speed.
He chuckled against Vicki's lips when he felt Cosmo trying to nose his way between them, and he broke away from her kiss. "Someone's come between us," he quipped, glancing down at the dog, blue eyes shining happily. At that moment, there was very little that could disturb his bliss.
"Someone's going the right way for a bath," Vicki countered, the last word spoken in a playfully ominous tone to the dog himself. Cosmo was a very smart dog. He caught on quickly, abruptly backing up and setting himself down in the I'm-An-Obedient-Dog-Honest pose. Laughing, Vicki slid her arm around Jon's back, leaning into him. "Come on, boys, let's get home before one of us gets ill."
"I can't afford to get ill! It's Hamlet!" Jon whined, tugging his shirt out of his pants and squeezing the excess water out onto the grass with a sigh. Thankfully, Luks wasn't far and they'd be home in no time. "I was kind of surprised Taya cast me as Hamlet. She knows I have a fondness for Laertes." But a death scene is a death scene and the star had little choice in which part he played. "I hope Max doesn't mind that I got the lead."