<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Trinidad "Trini" Malik</em></span><br/>April 2<sup>rd</sup> 2011 @ 4:15 pm : Regular Saturday Dinner @ Trini's</span></div><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i56.tinypic.com/30ian36.jpg)</div>It wasn't a terribly warm day, but it was the first sunny one in a long time, and it heralded the beginning of a real spring season.  Despite the somewhat cool atmosphere Trini felt beads of sweat gather at the back of her nape as the fire from the grill roared up and than settled down to a smaller flame.  She didn't mind getting sweaty, but it was some work to get it started, since she had to pull it out from the tool shed and set it up by herself.  The grill itself was pretty big, and was converted from an old oil drum.  She had originally wanted her father to go out and buy one, but the stubborn welder that he was, had refused and made his own.  Now she was just thankful it was there, since cooking for a large group of people was a big task.  Closing the lid, she walked back inside the house and glanced around.  Most of the food was already done, or almost there, and all that really needed to be cooked was the meat.  But since no one had shown up just yet, she wasn't worried about it.  Instead she took the opportunity to change shirts, so that she wasn't covered in grease and charcoal when people started to show up.<br/><br/>Things had been quiet lately, and a part of her mind wondered if the calm wasn't some sort of sign that things where going to start shaking up.  She couldn't deny that the group was wild and a bit hard to handle, that was after all, the reason she loved them, and she was aware that some people would and do consider them to be criminals deserving of a long stretch behind bars, but she just couldn't think that way.  The last thing she wanted was for one or all of them to go to prison, and she knew that boredom could very well lead to recklessness and recklessness lead to being arrested for some reason or another.  It wasn't for a lack of speed though, she had been out last night, and witnessed one of the club racing herself, so what could it be?  She didn't particularly want to think about it, and Tychus was always telling her not to worry so much, but she couldn't just dismiss her worries could she?  Shaking off the depressing thoughts, at least for the moment, she carried out a tray of raw carne asada to the grill and started laying it out on the grill.<br/><br/>The sound of popping from the juices hitting the fire and coals, and the smell of searing meat filled the air, and her mind drifted back to the group of people who where on their way to share a meal together.  It was perfect timing that her parents where out of town, vising her grandmother in India for a month, so she had the house to herself, and didn't have to cram everyone into her small apartment to make sure everyone was being fed.  She honestly couldn't wait for them all to arrive.  She enjoyed having them around, even when they annoyed the hell out of her, or even when they where fighting and she had to spray them with a hose to break them apart.  They where, in a nutshell family, and in some ways, she was closer to them than her actual blood relatives.  Of course there where times when she wanted to be alone, to not be surrounded by everyone, but she was also glad that it was harder to be alone than it was to be together, and in her mind, that was a real gift, one she wasn't going to throw away easily.  The sound of a car pulling up in the drive way had her looking around, and she closed the lid to the pit, before grabbing up two Carona's, popping their lids and walking over to the gate that lead to the front of the house.