Turtle Cove, Colorado, Monday Evening Fandom Time

[connernotconnor]

The impossible had happened: Conner's car had broken down. Naturally this would happen when he was on a road trip, on his way out to Illinois to meet with a few youth league coaches out there; he'd been thinking of forming a sort of buddy program between his league and theirs.

With nothing left to do but wait for AAA to show up and give him a tow, he was on the phone to Ethan, bitching his heart out. "Dude, how could this happen? She's never broken down on me before! Why now?"

"I don't know, man," Ethan replied. "Sucks to be you?"

"Shut up. It never sucks to be me," Conner griped.

"Where are you again, anyway?"

"Turtle Cove, Colorado . . . what? What?" Conner demanded, when his answer prompted a torrent of laughter from Ethan. "You know this is where the Wild Force R -- what's so freaking funny, man?"

"Turtle Cove," Ethan wheezed on the other end of the line, "Colorado. Do you know how much is wrong with that?"

Conner stared around at the completely landlocked expanse, listened to Ethan laugh some more, and finally shrugged. "Dude. I don't get it."

At least Ethan's hysterical guffaws, for the next ten minutes, were better than silence?