Dimitri and Katcha were best friends for a number of reasons. When they worked together it was a common joke that they were different hemispheres of the same brain, they were so in sync. Complete and utter compatibility in picking what to eat was another reason. Katcha had found the food cart after turning the wrong corner leaving Fitzhugh’s one night. She’d been talking on her cellphone to Dimitri when she almost walked smack into the side of the wagon. She’d ordered Dimitri to get his ass there immediately after looking at the menu and trying the special. Thus their tradition of “Drinky Drinky Tacos” was born! There was something they disagreed on though, Katcha was all about the taco while Dimitri loved burritos. The dirty jokes that led to were endless.
The food the wagon served was always great but it had a high turnover due to the fact it was so popular. New guys just couldn’t keep up with the orders and the late hours so they rarely saw anyone there for more than a month or two. Luck was with them though and the owner happened to be there. Dimitri had to grin at the stocky gray-haired man handing out foil-wrapped goodness to the people ahead of them.
“Hey, Randy! You got some of the good shit, right? That sauce you’ve been passing off as ‘hot’ is child’s play!”
Randy looked past the customer in front of him and shook his head, “Child’s play? Only if you’re referring to psychotic dolls possessed by serial killers. I’ve got your devil sauce back here, masochist. Where’s your twin?”
“No idea. That’s why we’re here.”
That earned him a curious look from the older man but he had to wait until the rest of his customers were served before he could ask more questions. Dimitri used the time to peruse the menu and see what the special was for the day. It had been a while since their last visit, he wasn’t counting last night since he couldn’t remember most of it. Ooooo! The special came with “The Devil’s Money Shot” salsa. He loved that stuff. There was still a few people ahead of him when Kenric walked over with a concerned look on his face. He was getting really tired of that look.
“What’d you find?”
“Eamon’s car is in the parking lot but no sign of him or anyone else.”
“At least we know where he’ll be coming back to. If we can’t track them down then we’ll just come back here and eat burritos.”
Kenric’s scowl was all the comment he made on that plan but if they didn’t find everyone they both knew they’d end up doing exactly that. It beat waiting till Monday to ambush Katcha at work. The line finally moved and D grinned as Randy wiped down the counter before fixing him with a tired smile.
“That’s all my sane customers seen to. Take pity on me today, guys. I didn’t pack the gas mask.”
After D had drunk his hottest sauce straight, Randy had made it part of his mission in life to create a sauce so hot that it made Dimitri cry. So far he’d managed to make D’s eyes water, but actual tears of pain? That he hadn’t achieved. Yet. What he had done though, was almost blind one of his employees when the guy hadn’t taken his warning about the peppers seriously. Mixing the sauce a little too enthusiastically had gotten some of the mixture in the poor sap’s eye. That had ended in a milk eye bath and trip to Urgent Care. Small wonder, the guy had quit the next day. The sauce was really good though and they’d named it “The Eye Melter” in honor of the incident.
“We’ll take two specials, extra sadistic, and some info on last night.”
“I was off but Leia was on, I can get her on the phone. Did I miss something?”
“No idea. The Goddess of Tequila has seen fit to shield our minds from whatever fuckery happened. Normally I wouldn’t question her, but my phone’s missing and we have no idea where everyone else ended up, so we’re backtracking.”
That earned him a laugh from Randy and a long-suffering sigh from his brother. He just grinned, it was an accurate description of events. Their food was plopped down in front of them with a promise to call his night shift girl. Settling onto the picnic table to the side of the wagon Dimitri didn’t waste time digging into his burrito. Kenric took his time, not wanting to get anything on his shirt. That made D snicker. He was debating asking for more of the salsa when Randy came over looking concerned. What the fuck was up with today?
“Leia doesn’t know you guys yet but from her description, it sounds like one of your friends got arrested last night. Here’s the address for the station he got dragged to.”