Aid Car 19, streets of Seattle, Monday, Fandom time

"This is great, isn't this great?" Vic said, beaming over at Travis from the driver's seat. "I can't believe we actually talked Maya into letting you work a shift again."

"Mmhm." Travis frowned at his phone. Really, Grindr? He had one more night before heading back to Fandom, and this was what you were offering him for hookup material?

"I hope we get a grisly one." Vic drummed on the steering wheel. "I mean -- I'm not hoping someone's horribly injured, but not all of us were stuck in a mine for three weeks. I gotta catch up."

"You reeeeeally don't," Travis said. He held up his phone. "This guy's profile just says 'SNAKES'."

Vic looked. "Do you think that means he's interested in snakes as a hobby, or is he into snakes like men?"

"Does it matter?"

( In which Travis sees something horrible on grindr that will stay with him forever )

God but he'd missed this. So much.

[open to phone calls if anyone should want to call him. NFB due to distance. Adapted from Station 19 ep 4x01, "Nothing Seems the Same", with all the pandemic crap strippppped right out. . . .]