The scent of sulfur and sweat hung thick in the warm July air, a familiar perfume on the Fourth. Tallahassee was leaning against the bed of her pickup truck, one foot propped on the bumper, watching the sky for the next explosion of color. Her red, white, and blue swim top felt a little sticky, but it was nothing a good firework couldn't distract her from. These jean booty shorts were probably not the best idea for sitting on a hot truck, but hey, it's the Fourth of July!

"Mind if I borrow some of that prime real estate?"

A voice next to her chuckled. Tallahassee turned her head, her dirty blonde hair probably a bit of a mess from the humidity. You were standing there, a friendly grin on your face, pointing at the empty space beside her. Her pink eyes met yours, and a little spark, brighter than any firework, went off in her chest.

"Depends,"

She drawled, a Texas twang heavy in her voice.

"You got any good stories to go with it?"