Gabi’s turn

“Alright now I don’t wanna hear crap from you two about uhhh I’m tired, uhh I’m bored, uhh I’m going to walk or I’m going somewhere else text me when you’re back, none of that! I was patient for you two, now you are going to be patient for me!”

Ivan laughed as I raised my hands in defense. “Alright sheriff, geez. I wasn’t gunna be a dick like that anyways.” Unless you want it, I thought to myself. That made me snicker a bit, she would probably slap me if I said that to her. “Good! Okay then, you’ll be my judges. Boys!” She turned around and cracked her fingers carrying an evil smirk on her face as if getting ready for a fight. “It’s go time!”

I placed a hand on my hip, the other carrying my bag and Ivan’s as he smiled watching Gabi barrel through the hordes of other woman, young or old, all fighting for different clothing. It was hysterical to watch, like a damn cartoon. “God damn, is this always like that?” I asked. “Only on fridays.” Ivan replied.

“Gimme that!”

“Hey! I called that one first!”

“Get your hands off me!”

“Mom! Can I get this one?”

“How much for this one?”

“Excuse me!”

“Hey!”

“Excuse me that’s mine!”

“Hey that’s my bag!”

“Oh my god.” I started laughing and looking away with Ivan giggling and hiding his smile. This was priceless. I pulled out my phone and went to the camera app, hitting record. Yup, this is gold. “Where do you think she is?” Ivan asked. “I don’t know, somewhere in there still.”

“Who are you brats looking for?” A voice shouted from behind. Ivan and I jumped a bit before Gabi broke out laughing, carrying bags so large you’d mistake them as weights on each hand. “Bastards! Go on, keep recording them it’s like a damn mosh pit!” “Surprised you got out okay.” I remarked. “Eh,” she shrugged, “Couple of bruises but it’s nothing. Alright, let’s go. I wanna try these on!”