So…it’s Wednesday again. That mean’s there’s a new #1lineWed theme and a snippet from a WIP. This week, authors are sending their characters out for FUN, TRAVEL AND ADVENTURE. Around here, we just say “FTA.” It has a different meaning but when translating for civilians, we say Fun, Travel, and Adventure. This week, we’re back with Wizard and Jen. This is still early in their relationship. She’s still at the Nightrider compound outside of Kansas City. She’d only packed a weekend bag for the wedding party. Jen has convinced Wiz that she needs to go shopping–which for an outlaw biker is nothing but FTA. 😉
Wizard eyed the food court like he was sizing up a rival gang. I managed to hide my eye roll when he glanced my way.
“Babe, you can’t be serious.”
“It’s just the mall, Wizard.”
“Don’t you go to the mall?”
“Oh, hell no!” He growled. At me! I started to laugh but then I got a good look at his face. He was totally serious.
He was the one who insisted on coming with me. While I wasn’t a huge fan of shopping, there were some things a girl can’t get at the local Gas-n-Go or truck stop. Since this particular mall had a Victoria’s Secret, I planned to shoo Wizard into some guy-type store then duck into Vicky’s to buy something to wear for him as a special surprise. Why? Because this man made me—despite my extra padding—feel beautiful. I wanted to do something special for him. I mean, even bikers would like their women is something frilly and sexy from Vicky’s, right?
That was the plan. Except Wizard was a biker. No auto parts store or Harley shop in sight. I’d totally miscalculated. Plan B was to park him in the food court, head to the ladies room then sneak away.
“C’mon. I need food,” I said.
We got drinks, snagged a table and I made my excuses.
“No? I can’t go to the bathroom?”
“Yes, you can go to the bathroom. No, you aren’t going alone. I’m going with you.”
I didn’t screech. Much. “You can’t.” All my plans were collapsing. I inhaled deeply, squared my shoulders and with as much dignity as I could muster, informed him, “I’m quite capable of walking from here to the restroom, strolling inside, doing my business, and returning.
He shook his head, totally adamant. “Nope. Not happening. You aren’t leaving me here alone.” He swept out his arm. “Teenage girls.”
“They always travel in packs.”
Who knew? My big, bad biker was afraid of teenagers.
“And they’re staring at me.”
They were staring, like they wanted to eat him for dessert. Maybe I didn’t need sexy lingerie after all.
So that was Wizard’s Mall Adventure. Writers, do you have any FTA words to share? Readers, what fun, travel, and adventures have you had lately?