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Celeste
Wow this is pretty hot.
Stoneman
Indeed! I got up at 430!
Black
It’s supposed to be 451 you moron!
Stoneman
Oh come on! You make me sound like an actual stone!
Celeste
You have the mind of one.
Stoneman
😐
All of the other men around her roared in laughter. Except poor Stoneman.
Montag
Ah, come on Miss! Just because you’re the only lady doesn’t mean you get to be rude.
Celeste
Shut up Guy! You have the name of an NPC!
Black
What’s an NPC?
Celeste
I dunno. I saw it on TV.
Beatty
Children, be civil.
Celeste rolled her eyes. But after several hours of sweating due to a 400 degree heat, she didn’t have the energy to talk back. Not to mention, she quickly learned his wits were hard to fight anyway. Soon enough, they were done burning the random person’s house and the books.
Celeste
Whew… I’m so sweaty.
Black
Yeah, it happens all the time because of the heat.
Celeste
Gross! Now I smell like kerosene!
Montag
It’s like a perfume.
Celeste
Shut up -_-
Beatty
About time we’re done. They always think they can outsmart us
Black
UGH. Tell me about it.
Stoneman
Wait, we’re done?
Beatty
Yes.
He opens the door to the driver seat.
Stoneman
Alright, letsgo!
Celeste
Hang on, HE IS DRIVING?
Beatty
He’s the only one trained to.
Celeste
OH HELL NO! I’D RATHER WALK!
Montag picks her up over his shoulder.
Montag
Come on, it won't’ be so bad.
Celeste
OH GOD-
All the men now strutted inside the firehouse. The 4 of them stuck together like a friend group while Beatty followed from behind. Marie wanted to gag at the smell of cigarettes. ‘Gross…’ She thought. For a second, she turned her head over her shoulder to glare at him. It took a moment, but he noticed her gaze and shot her an equally annoyed look as if to say, “What?” Right as she parted her lips, Stoneman snatched her attention back to the group,
Stoneman
Yo, Guy, did you see that cartoon?
Montag
Which one?
Stoneman
You’ll never guess it! There was this fish, then this other fish comes and EATS the poor thing! It was amazing!
Montag
Aha! I’m sure it was.
Black
Say, Miss. You got a husband?
He winked. Marie scoffed in response.
Celeste
Your mom.
Montag
Ouch! Let him off easy Miss.
Celeste
OK, fine. No Black. I’m not single.
Stoneman
Ooh really? Who?
She pointed at Beatty behind them.
Everyone
😮
Beatty
I suggest you watch it, Black.
Stoneman
Wow plot twist- OW!
Celeste kicks him and he falls over like a domino.
Black
Maybe lets’ just go home o_o
Montag
Yeah…
They were headed towards the pole when Celeste remembered the mechanical hound often rests on that floor in its kennel. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, she quickly jogged past the others up to it, raising a tennis ball.
Celeste
You want the ball boy?
Hound
-.-
Celeste
Ugh, right I forgot. Boy! You see him?
She points at Beatty, causing the hound to look up. Dramatically, her voice a conspiratorial whisper;
Hound
!
Celeste
He has ‘The Merchant of Venice’ from Shakespeare. I heard him murmuring something, “Satan quotes scripture.”
The blue and green eyes lit up as an archerer fixates on a target. Then began it’s pursuit right towards poor Montag.
Montag
OH SHIT-
To his surprise the dog bolted past him.
Montag
Huh?
Then past Stoneman and Black.
Black
Uh, Sir?
Beatty
What?
Stoneman
I think we should call the mechanic-
Hound
WOOF!
Beatty
AHHH!
And he is tackled by the hound who bites him on the arm, where thankfully the sleeve of his uniform protected him.
Black
WOAH!
Montag
Gee, and I thought it hated me.
Stoneman
Uh, Captain?
Before the hound noticed this however, it backed off just as quickly. Its programming allowing it to recognize Beatty. Annoyed, the Captain stood up, dusting himself off in his usual cynical demeanor.
Beatty
Who?
Celeste points at Stoneman.
Celeste
It was him.
Stoneman
No it wasn’t!
Montag
Yeah, he was here the whole time!
Captain’s voice lowered slightly, his patience resembling a sheet of paper.
Beatty
You’ll be lucky if I don’t give you the book treatment…
Montag
o_o
Celeste
o_o
Black
o_o
Stoneman
DAMN!