"Grab me another beer, would ya?" Tim grunted as he shifted on his Rolling Stones blanket.
Although, in retrospect it was more like an itchy straw rug at this point since it was so old. I semi-reluctantly grabbed another cold Budwiser can from the cooler next to me and handed it to him. He cracked it, took a gulp and burped, without so much as a thank you. You're welcome, I thought. I should be having fun right now, we both should, but I can't bring myself to smile amongst the sounds of beer slurping and the subsequent burps that followed. The only good thing about right now was laying back down on the blanket to look up at the stars in between "refills". It is so peaceful here, except for the plethera of crickets in the background. I lose myself for a moment in the sheer beauty of the night sky. The wilderness looks so inviting, even in this light. Up here it's almost easy to forget the hustle and bustle of the city.

Some time has passed and I come to. It's midnight, and Tim is, not surprisingly, blacked out drunk, as always. I scowl at his face in the low light of the campfire, my eyes like the embers, shooting flames at him subliminally. God willing if they would just light him on fire, well not completely engulfed, just enough to wake him up and watch him flail ridiculously to try to put it out. I smile to myself at the thought. He promised he wouldn't drink so much this time, and me being the dumbass I am, I believed him. Then again, I guess, it is half my fault since I bought the beer. I only did that because I thought we could both get drunk and have some fun together, but that, like everything else about this weekend, has gone to shit. Why do I put up with this? I shake my head to myself. I could never figure out why. It probably has something to do with the fact that my father was an alcoholic and that I am just so conditioned to being around this nonsense, that it is just second nature to me.

His prickly, unshaven, face does him no justice as drool spills from his half-cocked mouth amidst the smell of hot dogs and beer. I pull myself up off the blanket and pack up what was left of the food and put it away. No sense in wasting good food to the ants. Like clockwork, as soon as I stand up, I have to pee. I retire to the bushes at the edge of the site. I go to squat when all of a sudden, the whole sky lit up, almost like someone hit the lights. The sky was lit clear as day. Immediately following the light, was what sounded like a loud boom, like a sonic boom almost. And all of a sudden, in the field down a ways from the site, a stream of light hit the ground and then another boom, this one was lower, almost like a dull thud. There was dust everywhere. At this point, I was so enveloped by what was happening around me, I peed all over my legs and feet.

"Shit! Urgh, really?!" I yell.

I frantically try to dry myself off the best I can. I pull up my pants and run back to the site. I go to wake Tim, when I realize, he's still out cold. Jesus, that fucker could probably sleep through an Atom Bomb. I second guess my decision to try to wake him up to come with me to investigate. I better leave him there, he'll only be a burden. I go into the tent, to my purse, and grab my knife, ya know, just in case. Yea like what am I going to do with this puny thing, but for all I know it's just a boring meteorite or a satellite. In either case, I'd better bring it.

I run through the field towards the crash site with the dim light of our campfire behind me giving me a little courage. There was a lot of dust and debris everywhere surrounding the embankment. I grabbed my knife from off of my pants, flipped out the blade, and gripped it with white knuckles, like my life depended on it. I squint as I make my way through the dust, trying to see what was in front of me.
"It's probably just a satellite, Raven, or some steaming piece of space junk, or maybe a Russian spy satellite." I giggle to myself.

All of a sudden, the dust cleared. Laying in the crater was, not a satellite, not a meteorite, not space junk, but a man! I look around to make sure I am still alone, as I walk closer to him. What the fuck is going on. Knife still drawn, I walk around to his feet so I could get a good look at the whole picture. He was white, I guess, with black medium length hair. He was wearing a faded green short sleeve shirt, black pants, and black boots. I walked up his side so I could get a better look at his face. Jesus! He was, despite the unbelieveability of the situation, ridiculously handsome. I raise my eyebrows in surprise at the "hot 'alien'" laying in front of me. I slap my face. Ow! Nope, I'm not dreaming. Hmm, what should I do? Call the cops? Yea, right, and say what, 'Oh hey officer, yea this man just fell from the sky and landed next to my campsite,' and he'll reply with, 'Wow, really?! That's the 3rd one today, It's raining men' Yea right, they'd lock me in a loony bin and throw away the key. I would have better luck trying to convince them I saw big foot. I shake my head and smile at myself.

I head back to the campsite to get my cell phone. I peer over at Tim. He's still asleep. Good. I take the phone out from my purse and dial.

"Alice? It's Raven. I need you to do me a favor. I need you to meet me at the campsite. No, the other one, the one next to that huge field. Urgh, you know, the one where we got hammered on Tequila. Yea that one, haha! I need you to bring you're brother too, he's going to need to drive Tim home. No I'm ok, everything's fine, just, well, it would be a lot easier to show you than to try to explain it. Trust me, you won't believe me if I told you, just get here quick. Ok see you in a little bit"

I press END and put the phone in my back pocket. Alice is my roommate, and my best friend. We grew up together. She was the book worm and I was the party girl. As cliche as that sounds. There's not much of anything that girl wouldn't do for me.

I make my way back to the dark-haired man from the sky. I reach the edge of the crater and see that he is still unconscious. I walk up to his shoulders and kneel beside him. God he's gorgeous! If he is an alien, he's the hottest I've ever seen! I run my left hand over his forehead, down to his cheek when all of a sudden he wakes with a gasp and grabs my hand. I grab my knife with my right and draw.

"Who are you!?" he questions emphatically.

"Umm, well, my name is R -"

"Where am I!?" he interrupts.

"Well, you fell from the-"

"What Realm is this?!" he shouts. I cut in quick in order to get a word in.

"Ok, well, you won't let me finish any of my sentences so, wait, what? 'Realm' what are you talk-" again I am cut off.

"Tell me who you are, right now!" he demands.

I answer quickly, "My name is Ravena, m-my friends call me Raven" I retreat inside myself like a child that has just been scolded. Our eyes meet, and in an instant, I feel, a connection, or something. I can't quite put my finger on it. Something subliminal.

He suddenly calms, softens and half smiles, "Rav-en-a, what a lovely name. I am Loki Odinson, of Asgard." He replies, much more quieter now.

"What's Asgard, is that like your planet or something?" I am so lost at this point.

"Well I would love to tell you but can I ask something of you?" he says.

"Um ok, sure," I reply

"Would you mind lowering your blade, I can assure you I mean you no harm," his voice sounding ever-more reassuring with every word.

I look to my right hand and realize I've had my knife drawn the whole time. "Oh, yea, sure, sorry. I didn't know who or what to expect." I chuckle a half-assed laugh.

"So, Asgard, where's that?" I re-ask.

"Asgard is the Realm of which I am from," he replies.

"What's a Realm?" I inquire.

"It is complicated to explain, perhaps we should save your query for a later time."

He speaks like he is DEFINITELY not from around here. He almost talks like a wealthy British lord, or, something of the sort.

"Ok, so, how did you get here, do you have a space ship or something?" I'm sure I sound foolish to him, because I sound foolish to myself.

"My father, Odin, sent me here, to this Realm. I was banished," His face lengthens and his head drops.

I go to start more with the Q&A when I hear leaves rustling behind me. I stand up quick and re-draw my knife and that cold chill goes down my spine. Loki stands up behind me and starts to brush the dirt off of himself. Great! It's probably the Men In Black. I stand motionless and in an attack pose just in case.

"Raven?" Whispered a soft, familiar voice. "You out here?" she continued.
Whew, it was Alice, she made it.

"I'm over here," I replied quietly.

"Hey, so, whats...going...on..." she trails off as she gets closer and notices Loki standing behind me and in front of an enormous crater. She outstretches her hands to signal towards Loki and the crater and looks at me all wide-mouthed and bug-eyed.

"Yea, about that, I'll explain when we get back to our apartment, for all we know the Men In Black are about to show up." I giggle.

"Good idea Raven," She agrees and we make our way back to the tent.

"In the meantime, what would you like Ben to do with Tim?"

I go inside and get my wallet out of my purse. I pull out a 20 dollar bill and hand it to Alice. "I just need him to take his car and drive him home. He's stone-drunk and out cold. Have him take him back to his apartment, his apartment key is the red one on his car keys. The car is a little low on gas but this should be enough to get you back to his apartment," she acknowledges and takes the money.

"What would you like Ben to tell him?" she asked

"Have him write a note to leave for him saying you had another anxiety attack and I left to be with you," I half cock a smile and lower my eyes, as does she, and I know I've done no offense.

I walk over to the blue 2012 Chevy Silverado that belongs to my dimwitted boyfriend to see Ben already loading him into the passenger seat. He was STILL out cold, Jesus! Ben also took down the tent and packed up everything else, as well as put my things in Alice's car.

"Hey Ben, how've you been, how's the new job going so far?" He secures Tim in the seat, fastens the belt, reclines the seat and shuts the door.

"It's going great so far, thanks for asking," he replies.

"I'm glad to hear that, you definitely deserve it," I smile.

"Thanks Raven," he answers. He climbs into the truck. Alice has already given him his instructions. He starts the engine.

"Drive safe," I say as he starts to drive away. I wave and watch the taillights disappear down the dirt road. We then turn round to see Loki mulling about the campsite touching everything. It was kind of cute, like a little kid. I shake my head and think 'Men In Black.'

"We gotta get out of here" I say as I grab Loki's hand and walk towards the car. Loki rips his hand from mine.

"What is this contraption?" He points to the car.

"It's called a car, it moves people around, it's completely safe, I promise." I chuckle to myself at the thought of my driving record.

We pile into Alice's Audi A6 and head on out.