Even worse was my costume.
We had agreed to be unsung superheroes, the unpopular ones. The biggest challenge of course, wasn’t to be recognized, but to find the outfit. I spent hours putting together my Ant Man helmet, but the rest was my thrifty use of colorful red sweats and rubber kitchen gloves. Wendy some how scored a very impressive Scarlet Witch costume that got all the cat calls. Unfair. I don’t think anyone knew who she was suppose to be. And Kenny was constantly mistaken for an odd looking Jason Voorhees, from Friday the 13th, when we was Casey Jones, from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Come on. Jason never chased anyone down with a hockey stick and looked like he attended some 80′s metal concert. Guess it serves him right. Casey Jones had no super powers. And we were assuming super heroes from the Marvel and DC universe.
In any case, running in costume was far worse than I imagined. Sweat was beading around my balls and streaming down my face. I wasn’t even running that fast.
The sun was reflecting off all the sky scrapers and their fancy windows. Warming the streets to its usual stink. The city hasn’t seen rain in weeks. The smell of grime and baked urine polluted the air. Worse of all, we hadn’t hit the bad part.
One mile down.
I was parched. I had two big sweat stains under my arm pits.
“Get some H2O rocket man,” I heard people yell.
“Ant Man,” I pointed to my helmet like it would be obvious.
“Rock-Et-Man Rock-Et-Man”, the group started to chant. I’d imagine they were some fraternity, already drunk.
“Here,” a girl called out.
She was cute, no, hot, pretty damn hot. She wore these short shorts, turquoise and this white tank top with some colorful head bands and wrist bands. Your usual 80′s outfit. Though she’s look hot in any outfit, with the perfect tight body and these dark alluring eyes and lips that cute’n up that seductive look. So as spellbound as I was, all I could do was take the cup the girl ran out to me to give me.
“Refuel rocket man,” she shouted hands on her knees. “Woohoo!”
I got my wish. It was beer. But when you were expecting something like water, beer kinda shocks the system. I almost spit it out, because I thought they gave me something putrid as a joke. No joke. That was cool of them. It was cold and refreshing like the beer commercials. I chugged it, tossed the paper cup, and put my arms out like superman.
“Rocket Man!” The roars pushed me ahead.