Jerry ran the last five blocks and could see the dojo in sight. He busted through the doorway, giddy to the extreme. "Guys, you're never gonna believe what happened to me!"
"You've finally found a brain?" Kim teased as the group gathered around him.
"No," he said, reaching into his jeans pocket, "Power Slurp!" He pulled out two plastic passes.
"You got two passes to the Power Slurp tour?" Eddie's eyes bulged from their sockets engulfed by the luxury.
"Not only that. I get to meet the Power Slurp girl herself."
"Holy mama," Milton sighed and fainted into Jack's arms. Kim shook her head at the foolishness before her. She couldn't believe how naïve the guys were acting over some skintight-bearing, overzealous celeb teen girl who drank some watered down blue Kool-aid. It disgusted her.
"You get to meet Power Slurp girl?" Jack voiced, dropping Milton and approaching Jerry hypnotized. "And she'll be wearing—?"
"The signature trademark sports bra."
"Holy mother of—" Kim cleared her throat, threatening Jack to finish his statement. He obliged, careful with his words, "I mean—you've seen it once, there's not much to look at after that." Kim rolled her eyes at his attempt.
"Well that rules out one of yous," Jerry said, turning to Eddie and Milton who were practically on their knees on the floor. "Milton, Eddie—now which one of yous should I take to meet Misses Power Slurp?"
Eddie stood up, wrapping his arm around Jerry's shoulder, "Us playas have to stick together, right Jerry? It'd only be fair if you took me—to, you know, be your wingman."
The Latino teen mused over the thought before Milton interjected them, "Jer, Jerry, baby, you've gotta have some sympathy for me. According to statistics, the average nerd doesn't even have interaction with the opposite sex until his mid thirties. Think of it, you could be starting a whole new scientific revolution."
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Jerry silenced them; "I've made my choice. Eddie—let's go." The black youth and Latino rushed from dojo without a second to spare.
Milton opened the glass door and called after them, "That's okay, Jerry. When she reaches her late twenties, she'll realize that its security she wants and who will have the Benjamins then, huh?"