Chapter 4 How're yer eyes?
Eventually, Reno and Rude managed to reach the relative safety of Aunt Eva's front drive. Drawing up their stances, the two Turks strode up to the front door and knocked.
Cid sighed, sinking into his seat again, as Gene drove them home. He'd drank a couple of beers, even disgustingly warm as they were, but felt no better. It was getting dark outside, and they had a long ways to go still. The back of the grubby old car sank on its axel with the load of groceries (mostly several cases of beer). Cid leaned out the window, lighting one of the cigarettes he'd bought. He hadn't smoked before, but suddenly, a nice rush of the promised nicotine high seemed incredibly welcoming. He finally snuffed the cigarette out and pulled his head back inside the car when the sun had set, and bugs started colliding messily with his face. "How long?" He asked. Gene perked up.
"Eh?" "How long till we get the hell home?" Cid repeated. Gene shrugged.
"Bout forty-five minutes… why?" Cid sighed.
"Just wonderin'…" Gotta get the fuck out of here…
"The hell you knockin' for, Rude?!" Reno snapped as Rude withdrew his fist from the rickety old door. Rude turned and gave Reno a blank look, and then turned away just as slowly, to watch the door.
"Ah dun wan none, gawd damnit!" Came an spunky, but elderly voice. Moments later, the door creaked open, and an old woman poked out. "You sellin' vacuums?!" She croaked, looking from Reno to Rude and back.
"No, mam. We're looking for a man named Cid Highwind. Do you know him?" Rude said, voice crisp and professional.
"Sydney?! Why yes! Sydney's my nephew! Ooh! Are you boys friends 'a Sydney? Come in! Please, come in!" She beamed, gesturing the two gaping Turks in. "Here! I'll bring us out some cookies…!" Reno and Rude exchanged startled glances, and shrugging, followed the old crow inside.
Twenty minutes later, they were seated at a rickety old table, nibbling stale cookies and over-brewed tea, wondering when the hell this crazy old woman would tell them just where Cid Highwind had gone off to. Rude squirmed uncharacteristically, looking forlornly down at his empty teacup. Reno caught his eye when Eva wasn't looking, and raised an eyebrow.
"The heck's up with you, man." Rude simply squirmed a moment in response. Finally, he gave up his loosing battle, and stood abruptly.
"Um, mam?" Rude said, voice tight. Eva looked up pleasantly, squinty eyes widening enough to show her whites.
"Yes, honey, what is it?" She said sweetly. Rude squirmed a little more.
"Uuh…Do you have a restroom I could use?" He finished. Eva's face lit up.
"Why, yes dear! Right down the hall and around the corner to the left." Rude hurried down the hall, leaving Reno to sit alone, across the table from a now smiling Eva. Reno squirmed. He didn't have to pee, but she was looking at him, gumming her lip in a way he didn't like. The silence stretched on, when suddenly Eva looked up.
"How're yer eyes, son?" She asked casually, standing. Reno blinked, then grinned.
"Sharper than a hawks', when I'm sober!" He declared proudly. He took pride in that. Nobody would know it, but Rude was horribly farsighted, and spent hours with his office door locked so that no one would see him reading his little oval reading glasses. It was a sight to be seen, indeed. Eva's face lit up again. "Oh wonderful!" She said, walking up to stand over where Reno sat. "Would ya do me a favor then?" She began. Then, without any warning, without giving Reno any chance to respond, she turned around, dropped her drawers, and bent over, displaying her white, wrinkly old lady butt to a horrified Reno. "Do I have a tick on my butt??" Reno reeled, nearly falling over backwards out of his chair in his panicked move to get his face further away from her very close rump.
"Uh, uh.. Um, No! I dun see anything!" He said, looking away quickly. Truth be told, he hadn't taken a close enough look to be certain, and with good reason, but he hadn't spotted anything in that moment of horror before he had the wits to clamp his eyes shut and look away. "Oh, okay." Aunt Eva said, straightening up and pulling up her pants. "Thank you!" Reno sank into his seat as Eva wandered off further into the kitchen absently. It was at that moment that Rude returned from the restroom, looking much more composed. He took one look at Reno and the gray look to the redhead's face, and raised an eyebrow over his sunglasses.
"What happened to you, man?" He asked. Reno's eye twitched.
"Dear god… Shit, screw Highwind, lets get the hell out of here!" Reno replied, providing no explanation whatsoever. Rude opened his mouth to deny Reno's request, when the front door flew open, and Cid and Gene burst in, oblivious to the trouble waiting in the kitchen.
Aunt Eva smiled. "Ooh! Good! The boys are home, finally! SYDNEY! HURRYAH IN NOW, YOU'VE GOT GUESTS!" She called, grinning over at Reno and Rude.
AN: The tick on the butt question, and the actions revolving around it, are true. :)
Hehe.... This was fun. Sorry I've been so damned slow w/ updates... but hey, I'm doin' it...
MRE.
Eventually, Reno and Rude managed to reach the relative safety of Aunt Eva's front drive. Drawing up their stances, the two Turks strode up to the front door and knocked.
Cid sighed, sinking into his seat again, as Gene drove them home. He'd drank a couple of beers, even disgustingly warm as they were, but felt no better. It was getting dark outside, and they had a long ways to go still. The back of the grubby old car sank on its axel with the load of groceries (mostly several cases of beer). Cid leaned out the window, lighting one of the cigarettes he'd bought. He hadn't smoked before, but suddenly, a nice rush of the promised nicotine high seemed incredibly welcoming. He finally snuffed the cigarette out and pulled his head back inside the car when the sun had set, and bugs started colliding messily with his face. "How long?" He asked. Gene perked up.
"Eh?" "How long till we get the hell home?" Cid repeated. Gene shrugged.
"Bout forty-five minutes… why?" Cid sighed.
"Just wonderin'…" Gotta get the fuck out of here…
"The hell you knockin' for, Rude?!" Reno snapped as Rude withdrew his fist from the rickety old door. Rude turned and gave Reno a blank look, and then turned away just as slowly, to watch the door.
"Ah dun wan none, gawd damnit!" Came an spunky, but elderly voice. Moments later, the door creaked open, and an old woman poked out. "You sellin' vacuums?!" She croaked, looking from Reno to Rude and back.
"No, mam. We're looking for a man named Cid Highwind. Do you know him?" Rude said, voice crisp and professional.
"Sydney?! Why yes! Sydney's my nephew! Ooh! Are you boys friends 'a Sydney? Come in! Please, come in!" She beamed, gesturing the two gaping Turks in. "Here! I'll bring us out some cookies…!" Reno and Rude exchanged startled glances, and shrugging, followed the old crow inside.
Twenty minutes later, they were seated at a rickety old table, nibbling stale cookies and over-brewed tea, wondering when the hell this crazy old woman would tell them just where Cid Highwind had gone off to. Rude squirmed uncharacteristically, looking forlornly down at his empty teacup. Reno caught his eye when Eva wasn't looking, and raised an eyebrow.
"The heck's up with you, man." Rude simply squirmed a moment in response. Finally, he gave up his loosing battle, and stood abruptly.
"Um, mam?" Rude said, voice tight. Eva looked up pleasantly, squinty eyes widening enough to show her whites.
"Yes, honey, what is it?" She said sweetly. Rude squirmed a little more.
"Uuh…Do you have a restroom I could use?" He finished. Eva's face lit up.
"Why, yes dear! Right down the hall and around the corner to the left." Rude hurried down the hall, leaving Reno to sit alone, across the table from a now smiling Eva. Reno squirmed. He didn't have to pee, but she was looking at him, gumming her lip in a way he didn't like. The silence stretched on, when suddenly Eva looked up.
"How're yer eyes, son?" She asked casually, standing. Reno blinked, then grinned.
"Sharper than a hawks', when I'm sober!" He declared proudly. He took pride in that. Nobody would know it, but Rude was horribly farsighted, and spent hours with his office door locked so that no one would see him reading his little oval reading glasses. It was a sight to be seen, indeed. Eva's face lit up again. "Oh wonderful!" She said, walking up to stand over where Reno sat. "Would ya do me a favor then?" She began. Then, without any warning, without giving Reno any chance to respond, she turned around, dropped her drawers, and bent over, displaying her white, wrinkly old lady butt to a horrified Reno. "Do I have a tick on my butt??" Reno reeled, nearly falling over backwards out of his chair in his panicked move to get his face further away from her very close rump.
"Uh, uh.. Um, No! I dun see anything!" He said, looking away quickly. Truth be told, he hadn't taken a close enough look to be certain, and with good reason, but he hadn't spotted anything in that moment of horror before he had the wits to clamp his eyes shut and look away. "Oh, okay." Aunt Eva said, straightening up and pulling up her pants. "Thank you!" Reno sank into his seat as Eva wandered off further into the kitchen absently. It was at that moment that Rude returned from the restroom, looking much more composed. He took one look at Reno and the gray look to the redhead's face, and raised an eyebrow over his sunglasses.
"What happened to you, man?" He asked. Reno's eye twitched.
"Dear god… Shit, screw Highwind, lets get the hell out of here!" Reno replied, providing no explanation whatsoever. Rude opened his mouth to deny Reno's request, when the front door flew open, and Cid and Gene burst in, oblivious to the trouble waiting in the kitchen.
Aunt Eva smiled. "Ooh! Good! The boys are home, finally! SYDNEY! HURRYAH IN NOW, YOU'VE GOT GUESTS!" She called, grinning over at Reno and Rude.
AN: The tick on the butt question, and the actions revolving around it, are true. :)
Hehe.... This was fun. Sorry I've been so damned slow w/ updates... but hey, I'm doin' it...
MRE.