Firey Passion and Pain
By: Heather Haskell
"What the?"
*crash*
"OUCH!"
*scream*
*moan*
*sizzle*
*crack*
"WATCH OUT!"
*thud*
"Dammit!"
*crash*
*groan*
"Don't stop now!"
*bump*
*sizzle*
"Teller!" Teller lowered the lit torch in his hand.

"What?"

Penn put his wire-rimmed glasses on after retrieving them from the floor, then quickly grasped his arm. "One," he gritted his teeth. "Don't do Fire in the dark when there are others around. Two, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Penn ignored the searing pain eminating from his burnt arm.

Teller cringed. "Three, better, but you have to make sure the torch goes all the way in."  Penn grimaced. "Now, do it again"

It was Teller's turn to moan. He began as Penn quietly took Teller's blue ice pack, wrapped it in a towel, and applied it to his arm. Teller cast him a wary glance. He tried to extinguish the torch. Penn rolled his eyes after Teller yelped in pain. "First rule of fire eating, PAY ATTENTION!"