A/N: This was the consequence of extreme boredom. And it was actually my own idea, so that makes it even better. My last two stories were more serious, so I'm purposely making this one light-hearted. This is set a little after The Final Warning and is in Max's point of view. Enjoy!
Ok, everyone knows I like to take things seriously. Not much time to mess around when you're running from Erasers, y'know? So, I like to wind down with the Flock every now and then, just chill and hang out. (Not that we don't already spend every waking moment together, but, hey, that's an unnecessary detail.) Anyway, I know how to have fun once in a while.
But this was going too far.
We had been flying east from New York for most of the day, and ended up somewhere in Maine. The Flock was pretty tired and so was I, so we decided to rest the wings a bit at a small motel.
We still had some money leftover from Mom and Jeb, so dinner wouldn't be much of a problem. Except for the whole wing business, that is. Sure the American (and most of the world's) government knew about us, but we were still leery about the "going into public" thing. But, I guess that's what jackets are for, right?
Anyway, we were headed to a little take-out diner down the street. My stomach was already gurgling, and I thought I heard Iggy's, too. The smell of overly-expensive cheeseburgers and chicken and fish wafted (wafted, oh man, I must be starving) from the diner. I looked through the joint's windows. It seemed to be a slow night, maybe about three families eating at the tables and one cashier at the front counter. Good. That's how I like my day; slow and unnoticeable.
The Flock and I walked through the door, and the Gasman sped over to the counter before I could even tell him to keep a low profile. I looked at Fang who just gave me his usual blank stare, shrugged his shoulders, and loped after Gazzy. So much for his input.
Rolling my eyes, I took Angel's hand and walked over to stand by Fang and Gazzy. Iggy and Nudge followed me, and we stayed in an orderly line to get our giant orders of food. I ordered three double cheeseburgers, a strawberry shake, and two orders of French fries for Angel, Nudge, and I. (To split, you ask? Ha! Let's see you try to be satisfied with one burger and a freaky metabolism! No way, Jose.)
We were almost done ordering when the cashier asked if we would like anything for dessert.
And that's where things began to get bad.
No sooner had the question come out of the poor guy's mouth than Gazzy, Nudge, Angel, and Iggy started yelling what they wanted.
"Apple turnover!"
"Peach cobbler!"
"Chocolate sundae, no nuts!"
"Cherry pie!"
I gave the cashier a look that I hoped was reassuring and tried to calm everyone down (with Fang's help of coarse.) After buying our actual meal, we still had about 200 bucks left. I figured we could blow about 20 extra dollars here. So, we ordered four big pies; two banana cream, one cherry, and one apple.
Big mistake on my part.
We walked back to our motel room to eat our dessert. There was no way we were staying in public when the Gasman ate a pie. Can you say "disturbing?" Anyway, we were back in our room when all heck exploded. Gazzy and Angel yanked a banana cream each, and Iggy tore after them with his own cherry. Leaving me, Nudge, and Fang with the apple. Ugh, I never cared for apple much, but a life of hardship had helped me muscle my way past the gag reflex.
Everything was going fine. We were all noshing our pies with reverence. (Well, except me, but I wasn't about to complain.) Then Angel let out a little indignant shriek. I whipped around to see that some pie had been dropped on her lap. Angel's cheeks turned a dangerous shade of pink (Did I ever mention how Angel can look totally evil sometimes? No? Well here's the memo.), and she took a handful of her own pie and tossed it at Gazzy.
The Gasman ducked and the pie ended up hitting Fang in the back of his head. Good, if anyone could stop this before it even began, it was Fang. But before that thought could leave my mind, Fang gave an evil little smirk, scooped up some apple pie, and promptly tossed it at me. Quick reflexes saved me, but Iggy's well-aimed shot hit me on the shoulder.
And so the pie war began.
Angel and Gazzy were pretty much focusing on whaling each other, while Iggy and Nudge teamed up on me and Fang. I narrowed my gaze, picked up the remains of the apple pie, and hurdled it at Iggy's head. He dodged it and the pie ended up splattering against the wall.
Completely out of ammo, I hid behind Fang as another piece of cherry flew my way. Fang and I ducked at the same time, letting that hit the wall, too. I pitied the cleaning people.
The remains of the cherry pie lay in the middle of the room, and I ran towards it with a sudden surge of speed. I scooped it up and chucked it at Nudge, managing to hit her wing. A handful of banana cream smacked me in the face, and I turned to see matching innocent smiles on Angel's and the Gasman's faces. Yeah, and Antarctica had purple snow.
The fight turned one-on-one, and we ended up having to scrape pie splatters off the walls. I threw a very small amount of apple at Gazzy, which caught him on the leg. Not even two seconds later, I felt a huge, moist plop! on the back of my head. Oh, Fang was so dead!
The fight went on for hours, and I was amazed that no one had come to check up on us because of the noise. Eventually, we all just flopped down and fell asleep. I didn't particularly like going to sleep as a sticky mess, but oh well.
After all, I know how to have fun, too…
But there was no way in heck this was going to happen again!
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