Barlights

THIRD PERSON POV

Marco and Marie Collinger were sitting in a bar in New York. They were older then the average age the bar pulled in (twenty to thirty) at almost forty-three (Marie) and forty-two (Marco). Their home town was thousands of miles away, and they took comfort on the fact that there no one knew them.

"How late can we stay?" Marco wondered as his wife sipped her wine.

"I'm not going home till midnight, no matter what," Marie informed him. They had two kids waiting for them back in the trailer they were travelling in. It was October, and they had left Blaine, Washinton in September. The plan was to drive from Blain around the US, down to Florida and up through California.

"Those guys look familar," Marco remarked, nodding to where three men sat in the corner, talking in low voices.

"They do," Marie frowned, trying to remember where she had seen them before. "Oh! Aren't those the men Letty has all over her walls at home?"

Scarlett, their oldest daughter at eighteen, was their proud and joy in life. Their oldest, Andrew, and then their youngest, Ross, both adored her, also, and the phone seemed to ring constantly to talk to her.

"Yeah!" Marco grinned. "We should go say hi!"

Marco and Marie were the kind of people who were still hippies in their forties, who ate granola all the time and enjoyed tyedying. Achohol wasn't the best idea when it came to them.

Marco and Marie stood up and went over to their table.

"Excuse me?"

The young man with the poofy hair looked up, smiling politely. "May I help you?"

"Um... we wanted to know if you were.... what's their name again?"

Marie squinted. "Something like light, I think. Bouncy, almost."

"I can't remember!" Marco groaned. "Letty talks about them all the time and I can't remember!"

"Ice cream!" Marie shouted suddenly. "Are you guys the band Ice Cream?"

The three men glanced at each other. "Um, no. We're, uh, fun."

"That's what I meant," Marie rolled her eyes. "Duh."

"Cool hair, man," Marco complimented, eyeing the curly Mo-hawk.

"Um... thanks."

"We're getting off subject!" Marie announced. "My daughter is a huge fan of yours. Would you come and meet her?"

They exchanged looks again. "I'm sorry, miss, but we-"

"Please? My daughter is amazing and it's her birthday soon and she's only with us for a little while because she has college and please-"

"Okay!" The man finally cut in. "Fine."

"Yay!"

They had no idea who (or what) they had just brought into their precious daughter's life.