The Blue Mustache Squad (a fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter Tres

It was dark in the living room. Rian wasn't really one for the dark, but the movie wouldn't be that scary with all the lights in the apartment beaming. I am not a weenie, I am not a weenie, she had chanted over and over an hour before. The fear had passed though. Now she was shoveling handfuls of freshly popped popcorn past her lips quickly, almost ravenously, as Halloween 4 faded out into a commercial break. Something about hemorrhoids came on, followed by a bright jack o'lantern orange stick of gum dancing on the screen. She rolled her eyes at the randomness of television marketing and rose from the couch. She hated this freakin' commercial anyway. She'd seen it 12 times already in the past two hours.
Rian shook her head, grabbing the empty red and white striped popcorn bowl from atop the cushions in one sweep. Where the hell was Channa with her chicken Alfredo?
Lightning suddenly lit up the walls with a boom, startling the popcorn right out of her hands and onto the floor. She rushed over to the window not missing a beat and pulled the shades out of the way. It was pouring down hard outside. Was Channa still driving in this? Her spot was the only one empty so she assumed so. This made Rian really nervous. And Sophie was still due to show at any time. This only added to her anxiety.
"Oh great," she groaned. The bones in her bare feet popped a few times as she turned and hurried across the freezing hard wood floors, into the kitchen to call them.
"Come on Soph, stop sucking face long enough to answer the damn phone for once," Rian muttered, pressing her cell against her ear. She tapped the granite counter top with her gnawed off finger nails. Her calls kept going straight to voicemail. "Son of a bitch."
She gave up and scrolled through her contacts for Channa's number instead.

~NOW CALLING 'Boo Boo Kitty Fuck'-

It rang for a moment.
"...leave a message after the beep. *Beep*"
"Channonaaaaa! Why aren't you guys picking up? Damn. Well it's obviously Mother Nature's time of the month outside. I think you should stop somewhere and wait 'til the storm calms down a bit. I tried calling Sophie but that was a bust. Give me a call when you get this! Love ya lotta days! Byeee!"
"Love ya too Ri," a creepy high pitched voice whispered behind her.
"God!" Rian screamed, spinning around, and smacking her back up against the counter. "Fuck Soph! Are you trying to make me shit myself?"
Sophie gave Rian a wide Cheshire Cat smile, biting her own tongue with her teeth and laughed. "Ha, you sound like your mom!"
"I didn't hear you come in," Rian said, still a tad flustered. The kitchen lights flicked on. Channa stood in the doorway dressed from head to toe in her usual business attire, a white blouse, navy blue jacket and matching skirt, with her curly brown hair loose about her shoulders.
"Geez Nips, I didn't think Sophie was that scary."
"I got you good Ri!" Sophie sang, twirling around in her cocoa colored coat a tad wet from the rain.
"Your a booty hole!" Rian stuck her tongue out at Sophie, who danced all the way to the fridge.
"Do you have any Koolaid?"
"You can make some, the packets are in the drawer next to the stove," Channa said, hanging her keys on the key rack.
"Sweet," Sophie giggled, plucking a black cherry mix out of the bunch, before scurrying over to the cabinets for a pitcher and sugar. Channa walked over to where Rian was, and nudged her with her elbow.
"She didn't really scare you, did she?"
"Did Soph scare me? Psh, no."
"Then how did that popcorn end up on the floor?"
A sudden crack of thunder vibrated throughout the room, halting everybody in their tracks. The lights flickered on and off, then on again. Sophie let out a squeal.
"That's why."
"Don't even worry about it dawg," Channa grinned, pulling a bag out from behind her.
"You still got my pasta!" Rian cried with nauseating joy. "Kick-Ass!"
Sophie hurried over to them, handing them each a cup filled mid-way. "So Ri, where's this penis costume at?"