Richard unlocked the door to his house, sighing as he sat his things down after a long night at work. He made his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and peering inside it.
"That's odd," he thought, picking up the last can of Mountain Dew, "I could've sworn I had two left."
He walked out of the kitchen , and, popping the top of the can, savored the soda's lemony-lime goodness. He stopped abruptly in the doorway on his way into the living room.
"What the..." he started, trailing off. The girl sitting on his couch smiled at him innocently.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, surprised, "And is that my Mountain Dew?"
"Bedroom window," she replied, looking the soda in her hands, "and yes, it is. We were out. This my first one in two days."
Richard laughed at his younger friend, sitting beside her on the couch. No doubt the poor girl had been in shambles without her Mountain Dew fix. She was holding the can in both hands, smiling sweetly at him.
"I see you were poking around in my bedroom, as well," he added, nodding at the shiny bad that read "R. Philips" on her chest. She whistled innocently, before softly laughing.
"Yeah, I couldn't find your..." she trailed off, looking once again at her drink. Richard rolled his eyes, pulling the handcuffs from his belt and tossing them to her. She smiled brightly as she caught them with one hand, a mischievous look on her face.
"Don't handcuff yourself to anything obscure, Suzy," he chided, watching as she downed the rest of her Mountain Dew before fastening one of the cuffs around her left wrist. She smirked at him insidiously, leaning over and snapping the other cuff around his right wrist.
"Oh, great," he said, sighing as he rook another drink of his Mountain Dew.
