A/N: Thanks for the reviews - 140, fudgebrowne, Doyles-always

Snow and Fire Don't Mix!

Ch. 7

Sticky Fingers Pt. 2 & An Obnoxious Iceman

"By the way, she's coming over," the bartender mentioned to John.

"Thanks for the heads up, Matt."

Matt gave him a nod in acknowledgment.

She had long blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was wearing a light blue sweater and black flared jeans with flowers at the bottom.

She whispered in John's ear, "My name is Brooke, maybe I'll see you around."

He didn't have a chance to respond. He didn't even get to see her face. All he saw was her behind.

'Nice ass.' John noted. He was about to get another drink when he noticed his wallet was missing. "That bitch", he mumbled with a smirk. 'With a nice ass,' he noted again.

He left the bar and went back to his room.

"You're back early," Bobby said gleefully.

"Some chick stole my wallet," John grumbled.

"How much was in it?

"Two hundred fifty dollars...I just stole two hundred like a half hour ago and I brought fifty with me."

"How did you get the fifty bucks in the first place?" Bobby was back to asking a million questions again.

I 'borrowed' it from Scott." John sighed. "That was a waste of my time." John's bed creaked a bit as his weight shifted it.

"See, if I went with you this would never have happened," Bobby stated matter-of-factly.

"It wouldn't have made a difference. You're as oblivious as...as...oh forget it! I'm going to bed." Hastily, John got undressed and placed his lighter on the table next to his bed. He lay on his side, his back facing his friend.

Bobby started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" John asked.

"You stole that money and in the same night someone else stole it from you...that's pretty funny."

"I'm not laughing."

Bobby was laughing even more now.

"Will you cut that out!"

"Make me!" Bobby had a big grin on his face.

John smiled, turned over, and sat up on the bed. Still grinning he took his lighter from the table and started the flame. "You asked for it."

Bobby's eyes widened and that big grin on his face was wiped off in a flash. "What did I just do?"

John answered while making a fireball in his palm, "You played with fire, and now you can't handle the heat, but I can."

Bobby waited for John to act.

"Dude, I'm just playing with you...I wouldn't ruin your precious little vacation." John put out the fireball and went back into his bed. "Like I said, I'm going to bed so shut the fuck up or I'm going to throw you out."

Bobby was about to say something but he shut his mouth after thinking about the consequences. You don't want to mess with Mr. Pyro when he's pissed off.

A/N: Reviews are very much appreciated and they make me write faster. Plus, if I'm having a shitty day...they totally make the day better.