*BurntIre*
“Are we even headed in the right direction?” HRAD asked.
“Of course!” Elisabeth declared. “You just have to trust me on this.”
Suede snorted. “And they say MEN are direction-challenged.”
“Let’s check out that house over there,” Kris suggested. “The one with a light on in the kitchen.”
“Maybe they’ll have Mt. Dew,” Suede said hopefully.
PinkQT whispered to Linz, “Men DO only have one thing on their minds.”
“Hold it.” I held up a hand. “Who’s going to open their door to a bunch of trampish-looking folks like us?”
“She has a point,” HPA said after a moment of silence. “I sure wouldn’t. Maybe only one of us should knock. How about HRAD? She doesn’t look like she crawled through somebody’s backyard.”
PinkQT grunted.
“I’ll go too,” I said. “It might not be a sweet dear lady behind that door.”
“OK,” HRAD nodded.
“Don’t forget to ask for a Mt. Dew!” Suede hissed.
I generously let HRAD knock.
The back door opened, revealing a pretty young woman.
“Yes? Can I help you?”
“Do you have a Mt. Dew?”
The sound of Suede’s voice made me jerk. “You were supposed to wait–”
“Stay right where you are.”
HRAD sucked in her breath.
The girl was holding a pan over her head, ready to chuck it at the first person who moved.
Elisabeth came up behind us. “It’s OK,” she said. “We’re not robbers or anything…”
The pan moved threateningly.
“Good move, Suede,” PinkQT said.
“Suede?” The pan lowered. “As in SuedeKnight?”
I glanced up at him. “My, but you do get around.”
“Are you all from the forum?”
Linz stepped up. “Yes, we are. I’m Linz.”
“PurpleKryptonyte. Sorry about–” She giggled and placed the pan on the counter. “I didn’t quite know what to expect.”
Kris laughed. “Suede does look a little… questionable. I’m Kris–a fellow Canadian.”
“What are you all doing here? And at this time of night?”
“We’re trying to get to Texas,” HPA explained. “You wouldn’t believe how many members we keep running into. Do you want to come along?”
“Hey, it sounds exciting! OK.”
“Do you have a Mt. Dew?” Suede tried.
“Nope, sorry,” PurpleKryptonite shook her head. “Would Coke work?”
“Coke!” Suede gagged. “Let’s get going before I pass out from lack of Mt. Dew…”