Present Day, Tamblin, South Dakota
Aislinn turned the stereo up louder as Jesse McCartney's Body Language floated through the speakers filling the house with noise. Lucy looked up from her book and rose an eyebrow at her.
"You know Bobby hates it when you do that." Lucy said quietly returning to her book.
"Well Bobby's not here to hate it now is he killjoy?" Aislinn retorted slinking around the room shaking her hips mouthing along to the words. Unbeknownst to her Bobby had stopped in the doorway.
"Now he is." Bobby announced. Aislinn spun and grinned sheepishly.
"Hehe hiya Bobby." Aislinn said as she twisted the volume way down.
"I'm goin' to the store. Behave, lock the doors and salt them behind me. The windows are already salted." Bobby ordered. Aislinn nodded saluting him.
"Sir yes sir, salt the door behind you and lock all the doors and windows. Got it." Aislinn repeated. Lucy rolled her eyes, marked her place and stood.
"Don't turn the stereo up loud," Bobby said as he walked towards the front door. Lucy stared in disbelief as Aislinn stuck her tongue out at the older mans back.
"I saw that!" Bobby said as he grabbed his jacket from the closet. Aislinn snapped her tongue back into her mouth staring at Lucy.
"How does he do that?" Aislinn whispered as Bobby closed the door behind him. Lucy shrugged and picked up the salt laying a line across the threshold.
"Can I make us lunch without you getting into to much trouble?" Aislinn looked offended at the prospect.
"Me trouble? you act like I get in trouble or something." Lucy rolled her eyes and walked towards the kitchen.
"Yeah cause I'm the reason we got kicked out of school three times." Lucy reached the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Empty. Damn. except for the beer, well guess they were going hungry till Bobby got back. Lucy shrugged and picked one up twisting the top off taking a long pull. She rolled her eyes when the stereo was turned up loud once again, at least it was a decent song. Something in Your Mouth by Nickelback, Aislinn could have a lot worse taste in music that was for sure.
Aislinn rocked out, semi head-banging semi-jumping around, she sang along quietly to the words as she spun and faced the window looking out to the junkyard. A black car; Chevy probably pulled up, Aislinn backed up towards the kitchen spinning on her heel when two men got out.
"Luce!" She exclaimed as she dashed for the kitchen. Lucy looked up beer bottle suspended paused on it's route to her lips. "Two guys just showed up and we're not expecting company." Lucy set the bottle down and followed Aislinn to one of the windows. Sure enough two men were outside talking.
"Guess we'll have to take care of them ourselves." Lucy said. Aislinn grinned slowly and nodded. The men split up and her grin widened.
"You take sasquatch," Aislinn said motioning towards the tall one."And I got pretty boy," she said motioning towards the other one. Lucy nodded and followed Aislinn back into the kitchen Aislinn tossed her a walkie shoving it into her pocket.
"Be careful." Aislinn nodded closing the door silently behind them.
"You too," she whispered, disappearing into the cars that she was so comfortable around. Whoever these guys were, Lucy and Aislinn definitely had home field advantage. This junkyard had been they're playground since they were kids and they knew it better than Bobby did and it was his junkyard. Lucy listened carefully. Whoever this guy was, he walked quietly. She was worried for herself, and Aislinn. Then again, Aislinn probably didn't need the worry. She had the smaller one but then again Aislinn herself was proof that big things came in small violent packages, anyone who could make a pipe bomb epic enough to take out nearly a whole block out of household items deserved respect and very little worry. Lucy disappeared behind a pile of cars when she heard a noise. Someone had tripped over a metal hubcap. Lucy picked up a metal tire iron and adjusted her grip. She saw the shadow first, too broad for Aislinn even in full sunlight. Definitely the guy. Lucy could just see him when she swung the tire iron and she managed to see it connect solidly with his jaw. He crumpled to the ground. Lucy grinned, setting the tire iron down she grabbed him by the wrists and started dragging him back to the house. 'Christo this s.o.b was heavy,' she thought to herself.