Road Trip

“Beer?” Ssam said, reading down his list.

“Check.”

“Towelss?”

“Two for everyone.”

“Two?”

“In casse we end up with… y’know, company.”

“Right. Good thinking. Ssnackss?”

Ssidney held up a small, squeaking wicker cage. “Ssumatran,” he said significantly.

“Awessome.”

“And check thiss out,” Ssidney said, opening up the car. “Heated sseatss. We can keep driving all night, even in the cold.”

“Thiss iss going to be the besst weekend ever,” Ssam said, nodding. They turned as the door opened and Ssteven came out, fangs extended with irritation.

“Ssarah can’t come,” Ssteven said, making a rude gesture with his tail. “She’ss molting.”