Author's Note: This prompt was suggested by Kinola.


R is for Rum


There were few things more tiring than fighting a large, multiweek fire…but there were also few things as sweet as a 48 hour leave from the fire front. It was just long enough to get properly drunk, sleep it off, get cleaned up, and stock up on snacks for the next two weeks on the fire front. Normally the Smokejumpers would just head into the closest town to do this, but today they managed to convince Cabbie to give them a ride into LA.

"Have fun, don't be too stupid, and don't be late to for your pickup." Cabbie stifled a yawn as he drop them off at the general aviation side of the airport. "What time am I picking you up?"

"TEN O'CLOCK SHARP ON WEDNESDAY MORNING!" The entire line of smokejumpers chimed in at the same time, but no one could be heard over Avalanche.

"Correct." Cabbie winced slightly at the sound. "And remember if you are late you are covering the cost of having me sitting on the tarmac and the parking fees at this airport are ridiculous."

"Like…" Drip asked with wide-eyed curiosity

"Like over 2,000 dollars an hour. We are just lucky that tower waves the landing fee for emergency services or we wouldn't be here." Cabbie yawned again. "Now you all better scoot because Lift offered to bunk me for the next two days and I am not going to say no to a proper scrub down and a nap in a climate-controlled hanger."

With that the Smokejumpers were left to their own devices for the next two days. Normally the they would go and hit one of the firefighter bars before cashing hard at a local motel, but a couple of weeks ago Dipper had introduced the crew to the series 'Worth it.' They had of course binge watched whenever they had access to YouTube and now that they were in LA the needed to go check out one of the bars that had been profiled in one of the episodes. So they had jumped on public transit and headed to the heart of downtown in search of the Pacific Seas Bar.

Rolling up to the door the bouncer looked the firefighters, still scruffy from fighting the nearby wildfire, with a look of distain. Clearly this bar had some sort of dress code and it was one that the Piston Peak's Air Smokejumpers had failed to meet. Worried that they were about to be turned away, Avalanche opened his mouth to try to plead their case with the bouncer, but it was Pinecone beat who beat him to the punch.

"We apologize that we weren't able to get properly cleaned up before coming, but we just got rotated off the fire line for 48 hours of rest after and are in desperate need of a round of two of drinks before we sleep the next two days away." Pinecones southern drawl instantly made the group more likeable. "And while we would normally just grab couple of beers and shots at the corner pub, those two," she motioned towards Drip and Blackout, "have been talking about your Scorpions ever since they saw the reviews for them online. Though the fact that fighting fires make me crave Rum Runners something terrible didn't exactly make it difficult to convince me to tag along. Especially when we all have some hazard pay to spend." Pinecone smiled and batted her eyes…they were then ushered into the establishment without any further argument.

With it being a Monday night, bar was comfortably filled, and the crew was able to snag a seating area on the edge of the party. As the team lead Avalanche ordered the first round of drinks and made sure that they were delivered to the table. Once his crew as happily sipping their fruity cocktail of choice, the dozer snuck of to use the facilities…when he returned, he discovered that every drink on the table, included the two he had order for himself, had been already downed.

"SO…WHERE'S ALL THE RUM GONE?" Avalanche smirked at his fellows and then sidled up to the bar to order another round for the team. After all, the night was still young…