[He laughs at that, bright and loud, and raises his fist in a circle like he's swinging an invisible lasso.]
Yeehaw, then! Fuck Texas. Except Miss Toni, she was all right. That was a good dinner. So fuck Jason, specifically, I guess. That asshole deserved everything he got.
[He mimes shooting a pistol into the sky, cackling as he does it, then blows off his smoking finger-gun and keeps driving. It really ought to be a nice open road for miles, judging by the map. They'll roll into El Paso by midnight, he figures.
He was not, however, counting on having to stop again so quickly but it's only a few minutes before lights and stop signs appear ahead, and they're forced to wait behind a couple other cars, all lined up at a border patrol check station that seems not to be letting anyone through. He waits, parked, for all of ten seconds before he groans and slumps forward with arms crossed over the handlebars.]
Man, what the fuck is goin' on here?
[He can see a guy in uniform on the radio, pacing back and forth, while another couple officers, a mix of CBP and regular police, seem to be loading up into vehicles.
Okay so maybe a detective had his car blown up and maybe somehow word's already gotten out since it wasn't far away and they were kind of occupied for a few extra minutes. Johnnie frowns and drums his fingers against the bike.]
I mean, they're not gonna know.
[The real question is is it faster to sit and wait, or faster to take winding gravel roads into the fucking abyss of the desert night?]
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Yeehaw, then! Fuck Texas. Except Miss Toni, she was all right. That was a good dinner. So fuck Jason, specifically, I guess. That asshole deserved everything he got.
[He mimes shooting a pistol into the sky, cackling as he does it, then blows off his smoking finger-gun and keeps driving. It really ought to be a nice open road for miles, judging by the map. They'll roll into El Paso by midnight, he figures.
He was not, however, counting on having to stop again so quickly but it's only a few minutes before lights and stop signs appear ahead, and they're forced to wait behind a couple other cars, all lined up at a border patrol check station that seems not to be letting anyone through. He waits, parked, for all of ten seconds before he groans and slumps forward with arms crossed over the handlebars.]
Man, what the fuck is goin' on here?
[He can see a guy in uniform on the radio, pacing back and forth, while another couple officers, a mix of CBP and regular police, seem to be loading up into vehicles.
Okay so maybe a detective had his car blown up and maybe somehow word's already gotten out since it wasn't far away and they were kind of occupied for a few extra minutes. Johnnie frowns and drums his fingers against the bike.]
I mean, they're not gonna know.
[The real question is is it faster to sit and wait, or faster to take winding gravel roads into the fucking abyss of the desert night?]