Page 73 of Triple the Secrets
Fury took his phone, read the list, and then chuckled. “Well lucky for you, I know what a few of those are and we should be alright. Not sure about heated tampons and Aunt Flo pills, but I’m sure we can figure it out.”
Famous last words, because before long, the two of them were standing in the feminine hygiene aisle, with slowly melting ice cream, chocolate, and a heating pad in their cart. Both of them were scouring the shelves for the pads, tampons, and Aunt Flo pills, but coming up empty. “Why the fuck are there so many different options?” Fury demanded in exasperation.
Rogue growled under his breath and called Wren. “Hey, Uncle Ro-Ro,” she said brightly.
“Would you quit it with that stupid fucking nickname?” he barked at her.
“Tsk tsk, Rogue,” Wren gasped dramatically. “Scarlett isn’t going to be too pleased if she hears you talking to me like that.”
Rogue ground his teeth together and snapped, “Where the hell are these pads, tampons and pills at? We’re here and trying to find them and can’t. You better not be pulling some stupid shit on me, Wren, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
A gasp sounded from the other end of the aisle and he turned to glare at whoever had made the noise. It was a middle aged woman with silver hair and large purple glasses that made him think of the seventies. He narrowed his eyes at her in warning, and she turned and quickly hurried away. Damn nosy women, he thought to himself irritably.
“I would think it would be self explanatory, Rogue,” Wren said drily. “Look for the dark red package for the pads, and the pumpkin orange one for the tampons. The pills should be easy to find because they’re in a bright yellow package not far away.”
Rogue looked at the shelves again but saw nothing like that. “Well they don’t have that shit here so I’m grabbing whatever I can find,” he snapped.
“No!” Wren cried. “You need to get those brands, Rogue. The others bother us. Not to mention, the heated ones help stop the bleeding, and the pills keep us from getting all ragy like we did this morning. Ask a clerk to help you.”
Rogue huffed out a breath and hung up, turned to Fury and ordered him, “Go and find someone. Wren is refusing any other kind.”
Fury scowled. “You owe me for this, brother,” he warned him, before he walked off to find someone.
Rogue glared at the shelves again and then pulled up Scarlett’s number. Maybe she would have an idea where to find them, because he was quickly losing his patience. “Hey,” Scarlett said tiredly when she answered.
He frowned. “What’s wrong?” he demanded.
“Same as before,” she answered. “I woke up from a nap not long ago, but I’m starting to lose the headache. Was thinking of going over to the clubhouse to check on the girls.”
“They’re annoying the shit out of Code,” he said. “He’ll probably pay you to take them away.” Scarlett chuckled. “The girls gave me a list of shit to pick up,” he continued. “I don’t know where the fuck any of this is. We’re standing here and can’t find it. You got any idea?”
“What did they ask you to get?” He repeated the list, with the added color descriptions that Wren had given him. Scarlett was silent for a moment. Then she started laughing. Rogue’s scowl deepened. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious. I wish I had thought of that,” she giggled.
His grip on the phone tightened as he quickly realized that whatever the girls had given him, was a load of horseshit and he was looking like an idiot right now. “Scarlett,” he said in a dangerously low voice, “you better tell me the truth right now. Is any of that shit real?”
“I’m afraid you’ve been sent on a wild goose chase,” she finally admitted, still laughing. “There is no such thing as heated tampons, just normal ones; the pads are just normal large pads; and the pills are called Midol. “
“Did you know they put me up to that shit?” he demanded.
“I wish, but no,” she answered. “I figured they had something up their sleeves, but I thought it might be messing with your bike or something. This is almost better.”
“Either of those girls touch my bike and there will be hell to pay,” he warned her dangerously. “I’m serious, Scarlett. My bike is off limits. Everything else, I’ll deal with. As it is, I’m going to ground the shit out of them and have them scrub the clubhouse with a damn toothbrush for this little stunt.”
Scarlett chuckled and then said seriously, “Rogue, you need to understand that they’re girls and they are going push your buttons all the damn time. The more you react the more they’re going to do it. Take it as a compliment that they want to do it in the first place. Means they like you.”
He angrily grabbed a box of tampons, a package of pads, and then found the pills before he told her, “We’ll be back soon.”
“Don’t be too mad, Rogue,” Scarlett tried to say softly. “I’ll talk to them.”
He just grunted and hung up. He looked over and found Fury coming back with a laughing store clerk, a scowl on his face. Before either could say anything, Rogue said, “Girls made the shit up. I got the stuff and we’re going. Now.”
The clerk bit her lip, unintimidated when Rogue gave her a hard glare. “So you’re alright?” she asked tightly, but he heard the tell-tale sound of the laugh she was trying to hold back.
Rogue didn’t answer, just turned and stalked away. Fury said something to the woman, who snickered as she turned and headed back to wherever she had been before.
“I’m going to tie them up and put them in the basement for a few hours,” Rogue vowed when they got outside, putting the purchases in his saddle bags, minus the now melted ice cream. The girls could suffer without it.
Fury nodded, but Rogue saw the laughter in his friend’s eyes. “You could, but I bet that wouldn’t end well with Scarlett. Maybe just ground them and take their phones away or something?”
