25DoHS: Winter Solstice

Humming to herself, Amira loaded the Silph up with what she would need for that night's stargazing. Straightening up, this was her favorite night of the whole year; she grabbed her jacket from the chair nearby.

"Going out again?" Zoom asked as she pulled it on. He plopped down in the chair her jacket had been laying on.

"It's the longest night of the year. I'm not going to miss it." Amira said zipping her jacket up. "I missed it last year since we were so busy with the war on the multi-verse."

"Weren't you up on the roof?" Zoom asked.

Amira paused; biting her lip as she remembered. "No. That was the first year I was here. You had to bring me down on the Chopper because Spinner took the ladder." She said smiling a bit at the memory.

"That was the two months you didn't know English right?" Stanford leaned on Zoom's head, grinning. "That must've been a fun conversation."

"Go talk to somebody who doesn't speak, let alone understand your language." Zoom grumbled, shoving the Brit off. "It was like trying to communicate with Sherman or Tezz when they were on a roll."

"I'm not that bad." Sherman protested from somewhere in the buster.

"Yeah. Right." Zoom muttered.

"You guys are welcome to come." Amira offered. "It's not like a big secret of where I go."
"Well since you're the only who does go…" Stanford began but Zoom elbowed him in the ribs. "No thanks love." He wheezed.

"Suit yourself." Amira shrugged. "Zoom, Sherman?"

"I'm good!" Sherman called before a loud clang echoed out of the buster followed by a string of curses. The other three winced.

"I'm good too. I'm not fond of the cold." Zoom told her.

Amira rolled her eyes. "It's not as bad as Canada." She retorted. "Lower fifties, tops. There…below zero most nights. I'll take Arizona nights over Canadian ones any day of the year."

Zoom laughed. "I think you mean nights." He corrected.

Amira rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm heading out. Call if anything comes up." She told them. She got in the Silph and was about to start the engine up when Sherman stomped out of the Buster, his hair smoking and his face blackened by soot and grease. The front half of his clothes was smeared with grease and had a faint tint of smoke. He glared at Stanford and Zoom who were staring before marching off.

"Oh boy." Zoom whispered.

"Yikes." Stanford squeaked.

They looked at each other, at the Buster and then at Sherman. "Amira! Wait up!"