Chapter Four

The plan was formulated somewhere between the tequila Meredith had produced and the Margarita's Cristina had made. It was quite simple really. They were going to steal the sign. Meredith had decided she had to have the sign. She just wasn't sure how to go about getting it. That was when the planning started.

"Can't you just take one of those holder thingies and take the little bolts off or something?" They all turn to look at Cristina. She was really getting tired of them looking at her. There had been a lot of looking at Cristina on this trip. It was old. "What?"

"Channel locks," George says. He was leaned against the bar that separated the living area from the kitchen. It doubled as a table. The only real table the place sported was out on the patio, next to the pool and hot tub. "The holder thingies are called channel locks."

"Channel locks? Well that is just a stupid name for a tool." It was Izzie's turn to be stared at. It didn't seem to phase her. She just sat there, sipping on her margarita's, legs crossed, boobs almost spilling out of her bikini top. She had thrown on a pair of cut off shorts after leaving the beach, but nothing else.

"I don't care what the holder thingies real name is. Will they get my sign?" Meredith weaves a bit as she pours herself another shot. She widens her eyes a bit before downing the fiery liquor. She grimaced, despite the fact that she had already done six other shots.

"Don't see why they wouldn't," Alex slurs. He had a tumbler of tequila wedged between his legs. Meredith hadn't been willing to part with her bottle. Instead, she had grabbed a glass and filled it. Alex had been sipping it ever since.

"Okay. Good. Now, where do we get the holder thingies?" Meredith looks around the room. The answers came in shrugs, frowns, and shakes of heads. "Great."

"You won't get that sign down using channel locks." George sighs, setting his margarita down. He grabs Meredith's bottle of tequila and takes a long gulp. "Gah, that shit is horrible!" he shakes his head, eyes bulging a bit. "There are only three sure fire ways of getting a sign down. One, you do it the red-neck way. You get a logging chain and a truck. You wrap the chain around the pole, connect it to the truck, and hit the gas. Bastard usually flies right out of the ground. Gotta watch to be sure it don't hit the truck, though. My brother Jerry had his back glass shattered once." He takes another drink, this one not as long. "Second, you get yourself a good pair of bolt cutters. Not the cheap ones. You have to have the heavy duty kind. They'll cut through anything."

"Anything," Cristina asks. It seemed to her that George knew an awful lot about stealing a sign. She wasn't going to question him on it, though. The sooner Meredith had her damn sign the better. She was tired of hearing about it already.

George nods. "Anything. So, you cut the use the channel locks to loosen the bolts a bit. Get them away from the sign. Then, you take the bolt cutters….this part is important…and you clip the bolts off. You have to put all your weight into it, though. Otherwise, it's a bitch."

Alex stares at him. His tumbler was almost empty. "What's the third one?"

"Yeah. You said there were three ways. You only told us two." Cristina drains her glass, sighs. Damn. She would have to get up and pour herself another one.

George frowns a bit. "I can't remember. It's not important. We're going with way number two." He rubs the back of his neck. "Oh. Yeah. We use a hack saw. For number three. It isn't all that effective though, and it kinda takes a while. My brothers always liked using the bolt cutters."

"Yeah, but where are we going to get bolt cutters?" Meredith blows a lock of hair out of her face. Her cheeks were flushed; partially from excitement, partially from alcohol. "I don't remember packing any."

Izzie snorts. "I don't think they'll let you on a plane with bolt cutters." She rolls her eyes. Her boredom was written across her face. "Why don't you check the shed out back?" She takes a sip of her drink, bouncing her leg.

"We have a shed?" Cristina blinks. How had she missed that? Oh well. It didn't matter. If Izzie said there was a shed, then she had no choice but to believe her.

"Uh. Yeah. It's were the cushions for the patio furniture are. As well as the grill." Izzie shakes her head, as though they should have known all that.

"Then let's go! I want that sign!" Meredith rubs her hands together, a gleam entering her already dancing eyes. She let's out a giggle. "This is going to be so much fun!"

Cristina grins. Yeah. It was going to be fun. She stands up, swaying a bit. Alex was doing the same. They meet Meredith and George next to the open French doors that lead out onto the back terrace. The only one who remained seated was Izzie. "You coming, Iz?"

Izzie shakes her head, she points to George. Cristina sighs. She wanted to yell, tell Izzie that people screwed inappropriate people all the time, it was time to get over it already. She didn't though. Instead, she made her way toward the shed and hopes of a sign. Literally, a sign.

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