“Drop that hose here, Ryan. Hook it up fast. I want to wash off the road and get out of this uniform.”
“I hear you. Having to wear the oxygen tanks as well isn’t fair. How did we get stuck with solo clean-up duty?”
“You know darn well why. How did you ever talk me into a lime Jell-O balloon toss?”
“Everyone at the street festival had a blast, especially with the Jell-O balloons. Food scraps are everywhere. This is more than just our mess. The rest of the squad should be here.”
“Well, maybe if you hadn’t smashed a balloon on the captain’s daughter they would be.”
“She sure looked hot in that white dress, soaked and clinging to her skin.”
“You mean green and sticky. I’d rather face a five alarm fire than the flames in the Captains eyes. Jenny may never speak to you again.”
“I don’t know, James. There she is now.”
“Hi, boys. Either of you need a drink? Got some fresh lime-aid.”
“Cute, Jenny. I’d love some. Sorry about your dress. Hope there’s no hard feelings.”
“Of course not, Ryan. You were just havin’ fun. Want some, James?”
“No thanks, Jenny. Hey, Ryan, you okay? Your face is turning bright red and your eyes are watering.”
“Oh dear. So sorry, Ryan. I must have gotten some ghost pepper in that lime-aid you just guzzled. Hope there’s no hard feelings.”
“Wow, that’s hot stuff, Ryan. Good thing we have a fire hose.”