#blbcikea

“So you buy this furniture in boxes and then you have to put it together yourself? That’s so cool! It’s like Lego for adults, right?” Jay asked out loud, not too phased by the fact that the only reason he was inside Ikea for the first time in his life, was because the weather outside was too crazy for him to stay out. He’d received some angry looks from employees for the dog he was carrying in his arms, but it wasn’t like they could tell him to leave -- a lot of people seemed to be seeking shelter in the big building and Jay was one of the few who’d actually walked past the entrance and was now checking out the furniture, in complete awe of the many colors and possibilities. “All these little rooms are so cute!”

“I don’t give a fuck if someone complains about this, but I’m laying down. I’m tired and my feet hurt from walking around in heels all day.” She propped her feet up and lied down on a bed. A bed that was far too firm for her comfort. “Fuck...why couldn’t I have been stuck in some luxury hotel or something?”

“All I wanted was some fucking storage boxes.” Flint grumbled to the nearest person. He’d grown more tense each moment he was trapped in the building and each attempt to leave into the storm outside had resulted in an employee convincing him back. The cabin fever was growing, resulting in manic pacing by the large cafeteria window. He’d hoped it’d make him feel less trapped but the outside world and the view of the violent storm served the exact opposite. “Fuck, I gotta get out of here. There has to be a Taxi driver crazy enough to be out in this weather.”