Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just having a little fun.
PREPPING FOR PYROTECHNICS
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Steve stared askance at the numerous items Danny was carrying. He shook his head and held up a forestalling hand.
"Whoa, whoa—Danny, we're just going to see the Fourth of July fireworks. What's all this stuff?"
"This stuff as you derisively put it, is supplies. Essential supplies. A wash cloth, a towel, bug spray, a flashlight, my reclining lawn chair, drinks, and snacks."
Steve shook his head. "You're like an old woman packing for a trip!"
Danny scowled. "It's called being prepared. You were a Navy Seal, right? Isn't that your motto or something?"
"Uhh...that would be the Boy Scouts."
"Same difference," muttered Danny.
"Well, whatever. Let's get going. I wanna get a good spot." Steve picked up the blanket he intended to lay on to watch the pyrotechnic display.
"I don't see why we have to get there two hours early. I mean, they're fireworks. They go off in the sky; you can see them practically from anywhere."
"Yeah, but if you find the perfect spot, you can feel the fireworks when they go off."
"You're a freak. I know I've told you that before but I'm just reiterating that point. So what're we going to do for two hours until the big show."
"I don't know...talk?"
"Talk! For two hours? What could we possibly have to talk about for two hours? I mean, I could tell you what's going on with Grace—THAT would take two hours...or more..."
"Danny? Danny...RELAX! You're off the hook. They have entertainment at the park—you know, bands, game booths, even food trucks. It'll be fine."
"Well, why didn't you say so. I don't need half this stuff then."
"Nope."
"I'm not giving up my chair though. Or the bug spray!"
FIN