The next day
I drive into town to pick up Alia and Eric. Pulling up to their little bungalow, Alia comes bouncing out of the house. It's five in the morning. How does any one come 'bouncing out' at five in the morning? I barely have the jeep in park when she opens my door and gives me a big hug.
"Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun. Last night, I baked some goodies for us to take on up and I just took out some cinnamon rolls from the oven." I swear the girl could give Richard Simmons a run for his overly happy money.
"Are you really this peppy naturally or is there some narcotic floating in your blood stream?"
She steps back and crosses her arms. "So I guess you don't want cinnamon rolls."
"I didn't say that. I just want to know why the persona and image don't match. Did you mind and body get switched at birth?" I ask as I climb out of the Jeep.
"Narcotics known as sugar. Lots of sugar. There's a reason my baked goods are good." she leans in to whisper. "Sometimes I confuse the sugar bowl for the cocaine dish."
I narrow my eyes. "I'm not 100% sure that's a joke."
She laughs and grabs me by the arm. "Come on in Ty and have a cinnamon roll before we go."
I shrug. "Might as well. I'm already an addict for your goodies, might as well get a fix while I'm here." I scratch my arms for added effect.
Stepping into the little bungalow, I see Eric come out of the bathroom in just a pair of pajama pants. I raise my arms to shield my eyes from his blinding paleness. He raises his arm to give me the bird, then stumbles into their bedroom.
"Two things, Eric, while you're in there. Get dressed and some skin color." I hear a mumble from inside the bedroom that sounds vaguely like fuck off but I'm sure it was 'Rodger Rodger'.
I go into the kitchen to get a cinnamon roll and pass their altar room while I'm at it. Everything we're going to need is boxed and ready. While eating the gooey concoction I make a visual inventory. Candles, silver, athame, boline, herbs crystals. Good.
-Wow, I keep forgetting how insane these rolls are.- I keep telling her she should sell these but she just doesn't seem to have the capitalist gene.
Eric finally comes out dressed and ready to go. I look up and really look at what the two are wearing for the weekend. Long black thermal shirts with skulls on hers, black jeans and real hiking boots. They did alright. I was expecting something less sturdy.
"You guys actually own jeans? I'm impressed I thought you guys would come out wearing fishnet and a Jack Skellington skirt."
Alia blushes at the comment. "Of course not. I know you said to wear clothes more suitable to the environment."
"That's what she says, but not what she did." Eric tips over bag and out spills a frilly skirt. To her credit, it's not Jack Skellington. It's Edward Scissorhands. She squeals a little bit and hits Eric on the chest.
"That's alright, she'll need to change into something for the drive back." I finish off a second roll and get up. "Well, let's go. It's a half hour drive so we better get started."