Fun times
After losing to Sara in a motorcycle race, Throttle and Vinnie are forced to do something embarrassing as part of a bet they made with her
Chicago, Illinois 1994, a week after The Big Shock
"Whew!" Sara said to Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie as they watched the final quarter of the football game between the Chicago Bears and the New Orleans Saints from the Quigley scoreboard hideout. "What an excellent game!"
"Yea, it was a great game." Vinnie sulked because the bears lost at the last quarter. "Whoo. yea."
"My, my." Throttle teased, "Such a sore loser you are, Vinnie."
Vinnie shot him an angry look
"Aww, cheer up Vinnie." Modo said to him with a hand on his shoulder, "Let's head back to the Last Chance Garage for some chow."
"Yea." Sara said as the four of them hopped down to the lower part of the scoreboard and approached their motorcycles. "I've got a little holy terror to see. I'm just glad Charley agreed to babysit him."
She and the guys mounted their motorcycles and stood beside them. She wore a black leather motorcycle jacket over a black sweater, a pair of black leather pants, stilletoes, and black makeup, including her black lipstick. Her thick, waist-length, snowy-white hair flowed freely down her back. On the back of her jacket was a flaming skull, and she wore studded leather fingerless gloves.
"I have an even better idea, babe." Throttle said to Sara, "Lets have a race to the garage. If we win, you pick the spot for our next meeting of our date."
"If I win," Sara said with a malicious grin, "You guys have to wear pink ballet costumes and dance the ballet for both me and Charley."
"WHAT!?!" All three of the guys said in unison.
"Dance around like ballet dancers?" Throttle asked
"Complete with pink tutus." Sara added
"You gotta be kidding, Sara-ma'am." Modo said.
"Yea, babe." Vinnie added in protest. "I can't look studly in a.......p-pink tutu!"
"What's the matter, boys?" Sara asked teasingly with her hands on her hips, "Afraid you boys are gonna lose to a girl?"
"It's not that, Sara." Throttle replied, "It's just ballet costumes are not really our style."
"Oh really?" Sara said as she approached him, "Well, how does this fit your style?"
She grabbed him by the sides of his black leather vest and planted a kiss on his lips. Throttle didn't expect her to do this. His eyes went wide. He wrapped his arms around. She broke the kiss off. At the same time, she used her telekinetic power to tie Vinnie's bootlaces in a knot together.
"How about now?" Sara breathed with small streaks of smoke coming out of her mouth.
"Like I'm ready to roll." Throttle replied with a grin
Sara returned to her motorcycle and mounted it, then slipped her helmet. All of them returned to their motorcycles (although Vinnie tripped and fell due to falling for Sara's prank) ignited their engines. Sara revved up her engine then looked behind her shoulder. Vinnie untied his bootlaces and mounted his motorcycle, while cursing at Sara at the same time.
"LOOK GUYS!" She shouted to the guys, "LIMBURGER'S BEHIND US!"
"LIMBURGER?" The three guys said in unison looking behind them.
"SUCKERS!" Sara shouted with glee as she rode out of the scoreboard while laughing at the same time.
"I don't believe she did that!" Vinnie cried as he, Throttle, and Modo rode their motorcycles out of the scoreboard and onto the main road. "I DON'T BELIEVE SHE DID THAT!"
"Some people can be like that, Vinnie." Throttle said driving his motorcycle between him and Modo.
The trio roared down the road towards the Last Chance Garage in a desparate attempt to catch with her. Despite driving at top speed, they couldn't keep up with her. After all, they all knew she was Stoker's daughter, and motorcycle riding was in her blood. Throttle remembered her telling him she lived for this kind of life.
At the Last Chance Garage, Charley opened the door to Miles's bedroom and carried a sleeping Miles into the room. They had spent the whole evening watching a few Disney movies, and it was time for Miles to go to bed. She laid the bedsheets on him.
"He looks alot like his dad." Charley thought as she looked at him with a sweet smile.
She heard the sound of a motorcycle enter the garage. She went down there to see who it was.
"Yes! YES!" Sara shouted happily as she dismounted her motorcycle and removed her helmet, "I WIN!"
"Not so loud, Sara." Charley told Sara just as the trio finally arrived, "I had just Miles down for the night."
"Sorry, Charley." Sara replied just as the three of them dismounted their motorcycles and approached her.
"Boy, if I didn't know you any better," Modo said as he and the others removed their helmets, "I'd say you got a mean streak, Sara."
"Better believe it. I got it from mom." Sara told them before turning to Charley, "So, how was my and Throttle's little holy terror tonight?"
"He was great." Charley, "We got something from Burger King and watched a few Disney movies."
"Great. I'm going to turn in for the night." Sara said, turning her attention back to the trio, "Till tomorrow, boys."
She turned and carried her helmet into the living quarters of the garage. Vinnie gulped at the thought of having to wear a pink tutu.
"Beaten by a girl." Vinnie complained with a hand covering his eyes, "How humiliating!"
"That's not the half of it, Vinnie." Throttle said, "I don't wanna think about tomorrow."
The next day, Charley helped Sara prepare for the event by having a friend of hers bring some pink ballet uniforms over for the guys to wear. Because Modo couldn't fit into his, Sara allowed him to be excused, leaving Throttle and Vinnie to do the dancing. She even provided some music from The Nutcracker. She and Charley were waiting in the garage, while Modo took Miles to the park.
"This is gonna be good." Sara said to Charley as she sat sideways on her motorcycle with her legs crossed.
"Getting Vinnie and Throttle to dance and wear pink tutus?" Charley asked with a smirk as she put her cassette player on a wooden stool. "You can be so devious."
"Proud of it." Sara replied, turning to the doorway. "Are you guys almost ready?"
"Almost, Sara." Throttle replied from in the living room.
"Man, I cannot believe we gotta do this!" Vinnie complained as he slipped on a pair of pink tights, "Sara, you better not take any pictures of this!"
"Shut up, Vincent!" Throttle growled as he smacked him in the back of his head.
"OW!" Vinnie cried, "Throttle!"
"A bet is a bet." Throttle said, finished putting on his costume by putting on a pair of ballet slippers.
"I can't look studly in this." Vinnie told him.
"Oh, Vincent." Throttle sighed with his head in his hands. "Start the music, ladies. We're ready."
Charley pressed the play button on the cassette player and both she and Sara tried to hold their laughter when they saw Vinnie and Throttle enter the doorway and danced the ballet horribly in their pink ballet costumes. Unfortunatley, they failed when Throttle failed to hold Vinnie by the chest with his hands due to Vinnie's weight. Even worse was when Vinnie accidently kicked Throttle in the kneejoints when Throttle lifted him by the waist. They tried and tired to dance ballet to the waltz but failed because both girls laughed uncontrollably with tears in their eyes.
"Thanks, guys." Charley said, "The best thing you guys had done."
"One more thing." Sara said, pointing to her shoes, "Start kissing them, boys."
Both Vinnie and Throttle got down on their knees in front of their girlfriends and starting kissing their shoes
The End