Horsing around

“Eighty-two bottles of beer on the wall. Eighty-two bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, Eighty-one bottles of beer on the wall.” Carol gleefully sang as she swinged her arms around, the other two girls glaring at her. “Eighty-one bott-“

“Carol, I swear to God, if you don’t shut up right now, I’ll hit you with those ninety-nine bottles!“ Threatened Karen.

“Honestly, I’m more surprised that if you’re really from the future, that that means that they still sing that song centuries from now.”

“Indeed!” Cheered Carol. “The song even outlasted beer itself after the ‘Begone, Beer!’ movement from 2209.”

“God, could I go for a pint right now. The heat makes me perched!” Said Karen.

“Isn’t **** bad in these conditions?” Asked Cindy.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

“Look up ahead! I think I see a horse ranch.” Cheered Carol. “We might be able to rent a horse, and then we’ll be in Vegas in no time.”

“Great idea, Carol. Except neither of us know how to ride a horse.” Spoke Karen sarcastically.

“Actually, I know how to ride one. I’m a equestrian since I was ten.” Said Carol.

“…”

“…”

“Why are you two quiet?”

“Oh, we were just expecting some story from you about future changes about horses. They don’t have hovering horseshoes or cyberhorses?” Asked Karen.

“Nope. No changes at all. Now, mules on the other hand…”

“I don’t want to know.”

“So you girls want to rent a horse to travel to Vegas… naked.” Asked the rancher. “Y’know, normally people leave Vegas stripped.” Jested the man.

“It’s a long story.” Sheepishly laughed Karen. “But we have the money.”

“Mighty kind, but you three came at a bad time. Every horse is rented out, and the one still here will be picked up in half an hour.”

“I see. Thanks anyway.” Said Cindy.

“Now what?” Asked Karen.

“Guess, we gotta keep walking.”

“Girls, look over here!” Yelled Carol from behind. As the two looked at her her, they saw Carol on the back of the rearing horse. “Let’s take her anyway. I left enough Monetary Crystals back there to rent it for a week.”

“Carol, you can’t just-“

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY HORSE, YOU THIEVES?!” Yelled the rancher, running after them. The girls climbed up the horse like the floor was made of lava.

“Carol, you better not be lying about being a equestrian. Go as fast as you can!”

“You got it! Giddy up, horsie!” Carol grabbed the reins and the three sped off to Vegas!