The road was free of cars at 3:30pm and only a distant, lonely train on its elevated track punctuated the quiet of the suburb. They were marching up an incline past two houses which had been recently dismantled. So there were piles of yellow brick across the street, while on their side the sidewalk was bordered by a stretch of green, the grass threaded by a bike path which looked like it had gotten lost on the way to somewhere.
Lana: overly casual, “It’s crazy that its taken me this many years to realize that the little pockets in push up bras are the perfect spot to keep that tampon that I’m going to need around x o’clock.”
Rob: “The hell, Lana?”
Lana: “What?” innocently, as if she hadn’t planned that little speech.
Yves: “Ahaha-ha,” he laughed uneasily, “you know, guys -”
Kou: “Of course its a push-up,” he muttered acerbically.
Lana: “Hey!” Rounding on Kou. This is not where she thought her tidbit of wisdom was going. “Everyone wears push-ups! How else do you think we’re supposed to approach the ridiculously high standards set in people’s minds by billboards like-”
Rob: “For King Kai’s sake, shut up Lana.”
Lana: “-that one?!?!” she cried, pointing wildly.
Kou: to Rob, “Nice one.”
Yves: already too carried away to remember that he was trying to change the subject a moment ago, “Oh man, remember when Goku and Piccolo had to get their licenses?”
Lana: a loud harrumph.
They were almost at the top of the hill when,
Rob: “So I count ahead another thirty days or whatever so I know when to avoid you next, huh?”
Lana: “What do you – WTF ROB, I AM NOT EVEN ON MY PERIOD RIGHT NOW!”
Thus began the battle of Brick’s Hill.