The First Mail
The Bikers look through Charley's mail, and find something very interesting...
The First Mail
The Mice pulled up to the Last Chance Garage around nine in the morning, ready for some breakfast and in Throttle's case to read the paper. Modo swung by the mailbox on the way in, saving Charley a trip. "Got your mail, Miss Charley."
She smiled at him, "Thanks, Modo." She flipped through the pile, picking out the bills and almost tossing the rest before she looked over to her boys. "Breakfast is on the table guys. Oh hey, here's some stuff you might like, have at it." She handed a few magazines to Vinnie and tossed the rest of the junk mail. Stretching her arms to completely wake up, she made her way into the garage bay to start work.
"Thanks, Charley-girl. Hmm. Motocross Monthly"--
"I call dibs!"
"All yours, Modo," and he handed the magazine to his bro. "Ah, Mechanics Weekly"--
"Here, bro," Throttle called.
"Sure thing, man. And then there's--hello. Now what is this? Victoria's Secret, huh? Think I'll take a look at that." Vincent sat down at the couch and flipped the magazine open. His eyes nearly fell out of his head at what he saw. "HOLY MOTHER OF MARS AND REMUS! Throttle! Modo! You gotta see this!"
Throttle frowned as he went over to his younger bro's side. "What the world's got into you so worked up--whoa. Whoa." His green and black shades nearly slid off his muzzle as he looked at the pictures. "That's a very tiny bikini."
Vinnie looked rather dazed. "Bro, I don't think that's a swimsuit."
"Oh. Whoa."
Modo blinked at his tan bro's reaction as he glanced down at the magazine. "Throttle? You okay there--OH MAMA! Vincent Van Wham, you can't be bringing smut into Miss Charley's house!"
Vinnie nearly flailed in shock, "But she's the one that ordered it! Here's the address on it! See? See?"
"Whoa," Throttle said again, his tail slowly flipping up to turn the page. All three Martians went silent at the sight of the girls on page 32. "Whoa."
"Whoa, momma," Modo said, a blush spreading across his fur.
"S-so. Does this mean that Charley swings that way?" Vinnie asked in shocked confusion.
"If she is, I'm not gonna be the one to ask her," Modo said, a brilliant blush staining his cheeks and ears through his grey fur.
"But at least she has good taste," Throttle said with a bright blush of his own. It took about a week for Vinnie to work up the courage to ask Charley about Victoria's Secret. And another week for Vinnie to get over the concussion she gave him.
