Urban Fantasy

Chapter 3- Fanny P

"Okay. Okay… Almost g-got it." Abs grumbled, his head out the window as he backed into the parking space. Devin looked out his window and covered his ears, waiting for the screeching sound of sheet metal scraping together, only to be met with silence and an awkward bump as they hit the curb. "Nailed it!"

Devin could only shake his head and smirk as he heard the sound of sheet metal against sheet metal he was waiting for, thankfully it was only a smack instead of a screech as the drivers side door hit the car next to them.

"Yup." Devin nodded, looking out his window and saw that his own door was only a few inches to the car on his side. "Ya nailed it."

"Well then." Justin smiled, closing his door shut before he slid between the two front seats to the back. Fallowing Abs, Devin shielded his eyes as Abs opened the rear doors and flooded the vehicle with light before they both jumped out. "Careful man."

"Justin?" Devin asked, turning back around tilting his head at the sight of the large van squeezed between two compacted cars, and from the new angle looked like they had even less room than Devin thought. "I still don't know how you sandwitched that thing in there. If I didn't know better, I'd say you slathered the van in butter or something."

"I know right." Abs cheered, closing the van's rear doors shut as he walked around one of the compact cars to the meter on the sidewalk. "Nailed it."

"Hey Just," Devin asked, fallowing Abs and finding him digging through his pockets. "...You forgot to bring the quarters, didn't ya?"

"...Maybe. Weird thing, I always carry around a silver dollar." Justin shrugged, pulling out his necklace from under his shirt, and in its center was a shining polished chrome disk. "You'd think it'd be lucky."

"You sure its cool to take out the company car like this?" Devin asked, tapping the yellow 'A' in the purple stripe on the van's hood. "Pretty sure all-time fitness is going to have your balls in a vice for this."

"Duuude, its cool. Its totally cool." Abs nodded with a grin as he pulled out a card from his pocket. The card was green, holes punched in neat rows, and a sandwich in the center. "Its company policy that if personal trainers get enough holes stamped in their 'client above and beyond card' they get to take the van out, no questions asked. It took me years to build this up. Quite frankly, you're lucky to be along for the ride."

"Uh-huh," Devin smiled, pointing at the card. "And from the looks of it, you also get a free five dollar foot long. I thought they discontinued that."

"Good eye." Abs smirked, grinding his teeth as he put the card away. "But man, if there's anything I learned as a personal trainer, the less questions asked, the happier everyone is."

"Makes sense I guess, but I got three for ya." Devin shrugged, holding up three fingers with one hand as he pointed to Ab's belt with the other. "Why are you wearing a fanny pack, and why does a gym need a company van?"

Justin was wearing what looked to be the same olive green V-neck shirt the girl had been wearing as a dress that morning and Sam accidentally used as a napkin, Devin could only hope that he washed it or it was just a matching shirt, along with blue jeans and a pair of black shoes. Now thanks to pulling out his necklace his silver dollar pendant shined in the gleaming street light. All of that seemed fine, but for some reason the personal trainer and lost Greek god of spray tan commercials was wearing a fanny pack that matched his V-neck. If he was wearing an old film camera, aviators, and a fisher's hat Abs would look like a stock tourist in an action film.

Though, Devin had to admit he wasn't much better. The delivery boy was wearing his vintage green Jedi Knight shirt and an old pair of jorts. Devin probably wouldn't have made it past the first audition.

"Sorry bro, no spoilers for the fanny-P." Abs smirked, both hands pointing toward his a... Devin could only hope he meant the pack. "Second, a number of reasons. The gym gets hired by companies for all kinds of stuff: trust building camps, self-defense classes- I personally teach Tai Chi. Just last year, the city sponsored charity group workouts at Dyson Memorial park. That's just the usual stuff, one time the military hired us for a spin class at their base."

"You know tai chi?" Devin asked, tilting his head at the personal trainer.

"Its a great way to start and end the day, but you're focusing on the wrong thing. When you're the only dude everyone around is looking at, the bright morning sun shining off your muscles-" Abs gestured down his arms and, well, abs. "telling people what to do through the speakers while pump up music is blasting in the background... I might've taught a class on fitness but the real workout was right after in the van."

"O-oh, heh heh." Devin stuttered, his laughs sounded all kinds of uncomfortable, even to him as he turned back to the black company van. "I'm officially calling permanent dibs on shotgun."

"Unless your the DD."

"What?" Devin asked, turning back around.

"Uhhh, nothing." Abs shook his head. "Wait, what was the third question? You never asked."

"Well," Devin pointed back at the dorky everything repellent. "any chance that the money for the meter is in the 'fanny-p'?"

"R-right. Yeah, great idea." Abs stuttered, opening up the pack a little too quickly and after a few moments of pretending to search Justin pulled out a few coins duller and smaller than the one around his neck. "Well whadduah know? Good call."

"Nuther fallow up there mate." Devin crossed his arms, growing a lopsided smirk. "Were you also gonna forget your wallet was in there and stick me with the tab?"

"Uhhh, look du-"

"Did you like pulling o'l roommate into your shenanigans?" Devin asked, tilting his head to the side and waving a hand at the personal trainer. "Want me to keep going... I think you're right, i would be good at improve."

"I got no doubt man. I might just not lose my ticket to that show." Abs smiled, turning away from Devin a little too quickly again as he put money in the meeter. "But today isn't about me. Its about you. This is your welcoming party, and I'm taking you to the best joint closest to our apartment."