Alternate: 300 years into the future

Chapter 10

"Best fucking day ever." Nyla gave a mischievous grin.
She began running down the hill excitedly.
"You coming?" Queno asked me.
"Yeah." I replied hesitantly. "I'll catch up with you guys in a sec."
Queno smiled and ran after Nyla down the hill.
I shook my head and sighed.
"What the hell." I smiled, before running down the hill after them.

*

I felt like a tourist in a big city. The streets were busy and everyone rushed past me to their destinations.
I wondered if this place was maybe A dystopian New York City.
"So, what's first?" Queno looked at Nyla.
"First," Nyla began - still smiling. "First, we're going to that rooftop party I told you about. I know a few guys who could get us in for free."
"You know people?" Queno asked, confused. "Zion said we're not allowed to have 'connections' outside the HQ."
"He also said we're not allowed to leave the HQ without his consent, but look where we are now, Queno."
I shuffled uncomfortably, looking around at the people who passed by. People gave me strange looks - I wondered if the best thing wasn't to wear the Tymo uniform outside.
"Whatever. Fine, we'll go to a party."
"Wait. You think we're really gonna go to a party without booze?"
Queno looked over at Nyla as if she'd just been electrocuted. "Lower your voice, Nyla. God, if anyone hears then we'll be arrested."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Arrested? For alcohol possession? What, you guys underage or something?"
"What? No. I forgot what year you came from." Nyla rolled her eyes.
"Alcohol is not really permitted. It's mostly used for medicine now. Just think of owning alcohol now the same as owning cocaine in 2016." Queno explained.
"How the fuck do you know all that?" Nyla looked at her suspiciously.
"No reason." Her face flushed red. I wanted to question her about it but I just let it slide.
"Guys," I began. "Are we just gonna stand here all day arguing or are we actually gonna do something?"
They both turned to me. There was a moment of silence before I looked to the ground. "Or not.. I mean - I dunno."
"Where are we gonna get..booze?" Queno whispered to Nyla.
"We'll take some from from the Supe'."
"What, like stealing?"
"Don't think of it like that. Just think of it as borrowing before anyone notices it's gone."
I started giggling and they both turned to me, confused.
"Borrowing before anyone noticed it's gone. Like Mr Krabs, right?"
They both exchanged glances as if to say I wasn't making sense.
"Mr Krabs? Like, from Spongebob? Seriously, you guys haven't heard of Spongebob ?"
They exchanged glances again and I looked down in embarrassment.
"Nevermind."
"Whatever. We better get going to the supermarket to get some. Zion'll be looking for us soon."
"A few hours isn't soon. Nyla."
"Whatever Queno. Let's go."
She started walking down the path and quickly, Queno followed after her.
I paused for a moment. It's weird how they had no idea what I was saying. I mean - seriously - who doesn't know Spongebob?

*
We arrived at the Supermarket about ten minutes after. I was still receiving weird glances off the street and I honestly just wanted to go home. Well not home home. I mean, back to Tymo. Which is kind of like my home, temporarily at least.
Nyla and Queno both entered the store with their caps shielding their eyes from the cameras. I imitated their actions, poorly though because I swear to God I bumped into about five people who didn't speak English but sounded pretty mad.
We arrived at the medical section of the store.
"Nyla, just grab it and go. We're on a tight schedule, remember?" Queno demanded impatiently.
"Calm, Queno. Chill out, Spire isn't going anywhere."
Her face flushed red again and she looked down at the ground.
"Alyssa, go look out from the corner. And tell if anyone's coming."
I walked to the corner of the aisle and peeked around to seek for anyone near.
A man wearing a black suit with glasses looked at me for a moment. He looked sketchy - like one of the Men In Black.
He whispered something into his earpiece for a moment and then began to walk towards the aisle.
"Um, guys?" I began.
"Liquor or tequila? Which one do you think Kat would like?" Nyla asked Queno on her choice.
"I don't even know Kat, Nyla. But get none. Get like, wine or something."
Nyla scoffed. "Wine? Queno, this isn't 1994."
"Um, guys?" I highered my voice. He quickened his pace towards us.
"I don't think wine was a big thing in 1994. More like 2010 or something like that."
"Did your boyfriend teach you that, Queno?"
At this point he was practically running towards us. I ran to them and grabbed the first bottle I could find.
"Someone's coming!" I yelled.
We ran through the side entrance of the supermarket.