Titicaca
“Titicaca?”
“Titicaca.”
“That’s your password?”
“That’s the one.”
Silence ebbed between them for a few moments.
“Titicaca.”
“Yep.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Shannon said with an exasperated sigh.
Glen held his hands out in disbelief and said, “Seriously? You asked. Did you not?”
“Oh, wait,” Shannon started, “Yes I d–aaaand go fuck yourself.” This abrupt shifting of gears was common banter between the age old rivals.
Glen pantomimed fading back on the tennis court and smashing a lob back at Shannon. “You set them up. I knock them down. Why is that so hard for you to accept?”
“Oh, I can accept that you’re a juvenile asshole,” Shannon spat back, “I’d just like you to leave my tits and ass out of it. For once!”
Glen paused, raising a finger to get her focused attention. Then he said, “I’m sorry, but have you seen your tits and ass lately? They…are…unstoppable.”
“You know what else is unstoppable?” the girl replied in heated tones. Glen watched in belated appreciation as his best friend stormed from the room and slammed the door behind her.