THE STORM

I checked to make sure I had everything for the storm. Extra batteries for the laptops and flashlights, propane stove and gas, hot coco mix, phone is fully charge, fireplace lit, super warm and soft comforters for all. Perfect! I checked the clock 11:30 almost midnight awesome a kick ass storm in the night and an all-night swtor gaming night. While arguing who has a better romance Corso or Aric. Also, who is cuter out of all the romance options. "Grace let us in its fucking freezing out here." Zoë's Scottish voice breaking through my thoughts. Oh shit! I've been standing there for 10 minutes. I bolted towards the door like Hell its self was chasing me.

"Thank God I thought I was gonna see the devil himself before my real appointment with him." Annette grumbled as she walked in and took off her soggy winter jacket.

"Oh you're just pissed because this weather makes your hair curl more than usual." Zoë stated matter-of-factly.

"I am sooo sorry I was just thinking of the perfect night we were going to have." I apologized embarrass I was a soldier for the love of God I didn't lose focus like that! Annette obviously picked up my thoughts and teased,

"I'm surprised you lasted so long. I bet that if every person knew that you got sidetracked that easily the U.S itself would kill. Hopefully not every soldiers like you or we would be in deep shit."

"Oh shut your pie whole asswipe." I retorted.

"Girls let us go into the wonderful world of swtor we're we can look at the adorable scientist (Tharen)." Zoë sighed dreamily thinking of the rather strange Tharen. Then, she caught Ann's eye, "And mandalorian." She added quickly. I had to laugh when Ann nodded approvingly.

"Like you should be talking you're torn between Quinn and Corso." Annette accused.

"Hey they are both as hot as Hell, true Corso's country notions are out of date, but still." I jumped to my defense.

"Are we going to argue or go play swtor and moon over fiction characters?" Zoë cut in.

"Was that rhetorical?" Ann and I asked in unison.

"You two are so helpless." Zoë shaking with silent laughter as she said this.

"We know." We chirped together.

"Let us go into the wonderful world of swtor." I said brightly.

"Alright!" Zoë and Ann cheered. Laughing we went into the brightly lit living room, booted up our computers and opened up the game.