Hi all,
As per my usual, I wrote two stories for my NYC Midnight. This one, written later, is the product of 3 o’clock in the morning and an abundance of caffeine. It’s also the one I like less and the one I didn’t submit. It has received considerably less editing/revising/attention/love than the other story, so keep that in mind when you encounter a typo or some such… But, of course, you’re welcome to read it, if you wish.
Prompt:
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Location: A Grotto
Object: A Ping-Pong Paddle
“Caught outside of his native environment, the young North American male creates as much noise as possible, in order to scare off predators,” she said quietly, affecting a ridiculous Australian accent.
Alexis drifted to the back of the group. She’d hoped to avoid them, this one time.
“Far from a rare species,” she continued, quietly speaking to herself in that same atrocious accent. “The young North American male has taken it upon itself to spread the population round the world, traveling to rare, exotic locales, and filling the air with its primary communicative call of “More beer!”
Thus far, this particular invasive species had been the plague of her summer. She’d been looking forward to spending her summer backpacking around Europe. Alas, every location she visited had already been invaded by the Common American Bro.
She’d hoped that by signing up for a group hike, instead of going down to the beach, she’d be able to avoid the worst of them. She’d been wrong, as evidenced by the flock of college-aged bros ahead of her on the trail. She sighed – she still wanted to see Aphrodite’s grotto, which was up the mountain at the end of their hike. It was supposed to be beautiful.
She wasn’t about to let a herd of bros stop her from seeing it.
What did you call a group of them anyway? A flock? A herd? A team?
“A pack of collegiate North American males, commonly referred to as “bros” will stick together in the wild, ensuring pack safety.”
The soft voice beside her almost jolted her to a stop. Around her own age – early 20-something – the girl kept pace beside her, wearing sneakers, jeans, a tank top, and a roguish smile. Her light brown hair was cut to chin length, and a baseball cap cast her face in shadow – although it was too late – sun-darkened freckles dotted her cheeks.
“I’m Jane,” the girl said, reaching her hand out for a quick shake.
Alexis took her hand for a moment, before raising a finger to her lips with a smile.
“We need to be quiet,” she said. “So as not to spook the pack.”
Jane grinned, and the girls returned their attentions to their anthropological observation.
Alexis caught Jane’s gaze and rolled her eyes at the bros, noting the ping-pong paddles that dangled from a strap on one of their backpacks, casually spanking the aforementioned bro on his khaki cargo-short-covered butt.
“The average collegiate North American male is ever-prepared for a ‘party’, as evidenced by their consistent supply of beer, chips, and red solo cups, contained within backpacks, which are a form of traditional garb, toted everywhere by these fascinating creatures,” Jane noted, faux-Australian accent still intact.
“While the ‘bro’ can survive on other liquids, such as water or soda, ‘beer’ or specialty beverages commonly referred to as ‘energy drinks’ are the primary source of hydration,” Alexis added.
Silently, they watched for a few more minutes as they continued hiking up the mountain, taking in some of the beautiful scenery that surrounded them, in addition to the obnoxious group ahead of them.
A whoop from ahead grabbed their attention, pulling their eyes away from the pine forest that surrounded them and the boundless blue sky above them.
“This particular species cannot survive long in silence, needing to draw attention to itself with loud, harsh cries that draw a response from the rest of the pack,” Jane smirked, as the rest of the bros whooped in reply.
“So many of the customs belonging to this species stem from a need for attention, from their brightly-colored plumage” – Alexis nodded at their idiotically bright t-shirts – “to their constant need to create noise.”
The girls smirked at each other as they continued up the path.
Thankfully, Aphrodite’s grotto wasn’t very much farther up the path. They followed the pack of bros into the cave.
The guide books had been right, Alexis thought – it was beautiful. Algae blooms created glowing blue light in the darkness, illuminating statue of the goddess that stood guard over the pool of water at the river’s mouth.
The bros didn’t hesitate, stripping off t-shirts and backpacks and leaping into the cool water. The splashing they made almost, but not quite drowned out the voice of their tour guide.
The tour guide stood by the statue and began to speak anyway, trying her best to ignore the bros, despite the fact that her trousers were already soaked to the knee from their splashing.
Alexis and Jane stripped off their shoes and sat down on the rim of the pool, dunking their feet into the water as they listened.
The guide explained that the cave was traditionally considered sacred to Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and the water that flowed from it was considered to be a boon from the goddess.
Girls from the village at the foot of the mountain were sent up to the cave on the eve of their 16th birthdays, the guide explained, to bathe in the goddess’s water, so that they could receive her blessing and ask for her help in finding love.
Emerging from the water at her feet, like an annoying dolphin, dark hair slicked back and teeth so white they almost glowed in the darkness, one of the dude bros splashed Alexis, grinning up at her.
“How about you, babe?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. “You looking to find love in Aphrodite’s grotto?”
“No,” Alexis said, thoughtfully.
She smiled, and reached over to take Jane’s hand, twining their fingers together.
“I wasn’t looking for love,” she said. “But I think I might’ve found it.”