Team Tiger Trouble (+1)
“What on Earth is with this traffic?” Kaylie grumbled, as yet another car cut them off to then make an immediate turn, lane change, or just slam on the brakes for no apparent reason.
“It’s Chicago, Kaylie. You have to be a special blend of crazy to want to live in a place where they have to build upward in order to fit more loco locals in town. Crazy breeds crazy, and only the crazy would want to live in one of those giant steel dicks thrusting upwards into the sky. Whole city’s compensating for something.” Kiva said.
Jaden groaned, then said, “That is not an image I needed in my head. Sometimes I wonder why I signed up to be the Tigrilan Cultural Liaison back home.”
“I don’t get it.” Kayden said, and Jaden instantly grabbed Kiva’s muzzle to keep him from explaining in his own crude way.
“The humans have an unfortunate cultural obsession with phallic objects. I think it’s subconscious, but once you point it out, everything starts looking like, well…” Jaden said, letting Kiva go.
“It’s not an obsession with phallic objects, it’s a cultural thing from mating being a taboo subject here, so everything reminds the humans of that.” Kaylie said, connecting the dots. “They are so obsessed about not mentioning any bedroom activities that everything starts to show signs of the suppressed instincts and unrelieved tensions.”
Kiva grinned, then said, “I was born in Nevada, but not in a place like this. Grow up around soldiers, you learn that those suppressed instincts aren’t so suppressed in those who, well, could die any day if a mission goes badly.”
Jaden grumbled out, “And like you’d know?”
Kiva turned in his seat, then moved brutally fast, clipping Jaden in the side with a rather savage left-handed punch. “You’d be surprised at what I’ve learned in my 30 years. The Lake isn’t that far from Vegas, and the humans have a wonderful saying about that place. ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ Some of us would head up there to piss away our pay, get drunk, and come back the next day. Occasionally someone found black and red fur in their clothing the next morning.”
Kayden shrugged, then said, “I don’t see a problem with that. As far as I’m concerned, you are a soldier first, and a hybrid second.”
Nova added in, “As the humans would say, ‘you are a hybrid, not a saint.’ They can’t create you and then expect you to ignore your instincts, or the instincts of others.”
Kiva looked up at the dashboard, then said, “Fuel light. There’s a gas station on the right.”
Kaylie pulled the car up to the pump, then shut it down, got out, and filled the tank. When someone tried to take their picture, Kiva got out of the car, his wolf-like face wrinkled in a snarl, his teeth bared as he looked at the guy, igniting a fireball as he stared him down.
“Fuckin’ crazy!” The man yelled, running away. Kiva could hear him cursing about ‘demons threatening to blow up the gas station’ for the next half a block. Kiva grinned, then said, “I love scaring stupid people.”
When they all got back into the car, Kaylie started the engine and they rattled their way out of the Windy City.
(OOC: No, I don’t actually have a problem with Chicago, other than I despise trying to drive through there.)