The Box Part 1

     "So how did you get stuck with Archie anyway?" Arnold asked Cappuccino.
     Cappuccino finished off of a bottle of spirits and put her head down in shame. "He made me an offer I just could not refuse."
     "Is that why your apartment is the hide out spot?" he asked.
     "Yup, oh and he brought the building," she explained.
     "I see."
*BOOM* Cappuccino and Arnold both jumped up from where they were sitting to see what was going on.
     "Oh shit," Archer mumbled as he hauled a colossal box in the apartment.
     "Oh hell no what is this?" Cappuccino demanded an answer.
     "Arnie I thought you said you were going to talk to her," Archer looked at his frozen friend.
     "Umm," Arnold couldn't find any words. Archer continued dragging the box through the apartment until he reached the living room. Then he grabbed Cappuccino's hand and sit her down on the couch.
     "My apartment isn't a storage locker Archie," Cappuccino blurted out.
     "No it is not, but from the smell of this place it could be a bar."
     Cappuccino left the bar comment alone and refocused her attention back on the box. "What's in the box?"
     "Open your mouth Cappuccino," Archer said as he slowly crept towards her.
     "Why?"
     "Just do it."
     "No, open the box!"
     "No!"
     "What's going on?" Arnold interrupted.
     "Arnie," Archer looked his way, "you've been here for some time. At any point of you being here did Ms. Jones have a drink?" Cappuccino glared into Arnolds soul. Arnold unsettled by the look slowly mouthed the words no. A smile slowly appeared on Cappuccinos face. "Your eyes are telling me yes but your mouth is saying no. So which one is it?"
     "Why does it even matter she's a grown women," Archer ran over to Cappuccino and covered her ears.
     "No Arnie, we don't say that around here," Archer told him. Cappuccino pushed him off of her tired of his shit.
    "Anyway," Arnold said shaking his head like an etcher sketch trying to forget what just happened, "did you bring everything I asked for?"
     "Yes siry, Cappuccino do you have any scissors?" Archer asked with a foolish smirk on his face. Cappuccino left the living room in search of some scissors. "Psst, hey Arnie?" Acher whispered.
     "What now Archie?" he whispered back.
     "Was she though?"
     "Was she what?"
     "You know," Archer starting pretending he was drinking a bottle.
     "I CAN HEAR YOU!" Cappuccino yelled from another room.
     "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Archer shouted back.