a hunting we will go Who: Shard, Torrent; tag anyone (two more!) When: Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 (8:30 AM) Where: X-Mansion; then Twin Lakes Village, NY (3 miles from Salem Center) What: gathering supplies Status: in progress Rating: R (for language)
So there were minor rations on meals - big deal. The world was their oyster - or at least all the towns within a few hours' drive. Despite the decreased portions, it wasn't as if Troy was running on empty. He could get by with less food. But without a cigarette? Jesus Christ. They were gonna be stopping at some convenience stores come hell or high water. And he could rig the high water. The Native cut into the last quarter of his waffle and looked across to his honky roommate. "Just two more, huh? And we can't go without two more... We should find some chicks to take."
Will sat across from Troy looking over the last of the supply list. "Hey look, you're not the only jonesin' for a smoke. People are starting to get brand specific, no one else wants Kool's though. You're so ghetto." Will said with a smile. He rubbed his eyes still not completely awake, even though he was ready to leave. "Don't treat me like a dog this time."
"Kool's ain't ghetto, shit. What else is on there? I bet Northstar needs some Misty Menthol 120s." Torrent craned his neck to see the list, more serious now. He'd forgotten that other people we looking to get stuff, too. They had set up a log book in kitchen that comers-and-goers had written mini-wishlists in for whoever was going out for supplies next. Whatever was brought back got scratched off the list. "Everyone else thought it was a good idea, by the way. It's not our fault that you can smell if there're shitheads in a dark place or not."
"Yeah, but you asked me to bark if it was clear, Troy. And you picked up a box of dog biscuits before we left the last place and tried to feed them to me in the car. Then you rolled down a window for me..." Will rebutted.
Half way through this, Troy was laughing so hard he couldn't swallow the last bite of waffle, and he didn't even hear the last bit about the window. When he finally was able to breathe again, Troy set his fork down and rolled his shoulders, "You did mention this to people, right? 'Cause I'm not waiting. We'll Starsky and Hutch this bitch."
"I left e-mails this morning at six when Storm asked me to go out." Will assured his darker counterpart. "I said, 'We need two people to come with Troy and me to go supply-gathering. Be in the kitchen by 9.'"