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May. 22nd, 2023 at 8:56 PM
[So this is how he gets away with it, then. Cruz, a skeleton, with a skeleton horse, lives in a skeleton of a house with a skeletal barn attached - and he remains unseen, his home apparently abandoned, all the way on the outskirts of this thing that's barely a town.
Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]
Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.
[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?
[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?
That earns a laugh from Cruz.]
I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.
[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]
Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?
Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]
Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.
[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?
[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?
That earns a laugh from Cruz.]
I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.
[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]
Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?
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[He arches an eyebrow, pleased she's discovered that particular bit of fun. Maybe somewhere in their shit they still have handcuffs. He could always tie her down one way or another, make her sit and watch and plead.]
Well, I liked watchin' you. You put on quite a show, you know? Gettin' yourself all worked up for me to see. Fuck, it was hard to sit there an' not throw myself at you.
[With a grin, he finally decides he'll get up, mostly because he wants to get into more of that weed they have stashed away. He slides out of the tub, dripping more water onto the floor as he reaches for the towel and starts to dry himself off.]
Yeah, but you resisted longer than I did.
[Sighing, she points out the obvious as she makes her way into the bedroom to look through their bags.]
I really need new clothes, baby. Everything I have is dirty.
[He's listening, he's just scrubbing water off his face and out of his hair, so give him a second. After a glance in the mirror to temporarily smooth his hair back for now, he follows after her, spinning the towel through the air casually at his side a few times until it winds up wrapped around his elbow. Yeah, that's what he meant to do.]
I mean, I get by re-wearin' shit but it's probably time I got everything washed again too.
[But he's not that worried about it right now, so he shrugs and bends down to find one of the joints he rolled up back at Nesry's, then goes to where he tossed his jacket so he can get his lighter out.]
[So yeah, it's time they got their things washed. They don't need laundry detergent or anything, they've got soap here. She grabs all of her things, and chooses to stay naked as she goes back to the bathroom to dump everything into the tub.
There's still warm water in there, and she grabs her strawberry shampoo to make some bubbles in the water. She bends over the side of the tub and starts trying to scrub everything clean. It's so gross though, the water is turning almost black from all the dirt.]
Bring me your stuff and I'll try to get it clean!
[It's not the best way to use up that post orgasmic haze, but she's pretty sure they can get high in a few minutes and then everything will be perfect again.]
[She'll have to wait a second as he takes a hit from the joint, then sets it down on the nightstand so he can collect up his clothes and bring the armful over to dump it all in the water. Which, damn that's some murky shit.]
Man, you'd think we'd been rolling in mud this whole time.
[He laughs. Mud, dust, smoke and ashes, car exhaust. If he'd thought it was bad seeing it all rinse off their skin and out of their hair, there's a whole lot more where that came from on their clothes.]
[They're filthy and disgusting people, and they need to be better about washing their clothes. Scrubbing only goes on for so long before she decides to be ridiculous and step into the water so she can stomp and slosh it around like a washing machine.]
We can get them clean and let them dry, but I still want to get something to wear while we're here. This is 1967, right? It's your time! I want to get something cute. I'll even let you pick it out.
[He has good taste, she's sure he'll pick out something nice.]
Yeah, sure! I'll find you somethin' good. Man, it'll be nice to look around the city, won't it? See what all they got here.
[It's nice to look around every city, but something about creeping ever westward and also finally rejoining his own time definitely has his spirits high.
He slips a little on something, maybe a sock, maybe underwear, then catches himself on the rim of the tub. Good thing he only had one hit off that joint before jumping in or this could get really, really stupid really fast.]
This seems like a really fun city. Maybe we can go out tomorrow and go dancing finally.
[Something about this place strikes her as somewhere they can be together openly without there being any major issues. She really hopes she's right about that.]
Yeah! Finally. I feel like it's been too long, since we had to get the hell outta Louisiana. Bet this place has some great nightlife.
[He abandons his now extra-dirty towel to the floor rather than hanging it alongside their wet clothes, and goes to retrieve that joint. After a draw, he returns to offer it to her.]
Besides, that way I can scope out where I'm gonna play, before we leave town.
[Her voice is an excited squeak as she grins up at him, taking that joint so she can enjoy a little of it.]
I don't have to pretend to be your manager though, do I? I can just be in the front of the crowd enjoying the show?
[Because she has a feeling he's going to want to show off. And that means tons of rabid girls trying to get their hands on him or earn his attention. That just won't do. She's so excited about seeing him on stage that she dances in place, feet stomping in excitement as she hums one of his songs.]
[He chuckles at her little dance, then throws his arms around her and takes the lead as he spins her in the space not occupied by their bags or his guitar on the floor.]
If people here know who we are, I'll figure somethin' out. All I gotta do is hold up the record cover next to my face, right?
[And hope the scar doesn't throw people off too much. And hope he can be seen by whoever it is he's trying to work out details with. But, future problem. It'll be fine.]
The joint definitely is passed back to him at that point. She's at her limit for now.]
We'll hold an entire bar at gunpoint or threaten to burn them down. Anything to get you on stage.
[As devoted as she is to him and his whims, it comes with her ability to be absolutely unhinged and not even realize it anymore. Their time together has changed how she views the world and how she thinks. So if it takes a fire or guns to make someone give him a chance on stage, then she'll make sure it happens.]
[He snickers and sways with her, arms draped over her shoulders. He loves her ferocity, and hell, if she wants to threaten to burn shit down, that doesn't cause him any problems. Crazy fans do crazy shit, right? Seems fine.]
'Course, if some asshole stiffed us on pay or whatever, he'd find out real quick not to fuck around. But other than that? Gotta act a little professional now an' then.
[Until someone gets drunk, or high, or stops giving a shit, all of which can and do happen regularly. The four of them can only be somewhat contained.]
[Excuse her for teasing him by sounding skeptical. Her laughter is definitely that of someone that's giddy and high, and she's far too content to just sway in his arms.]
You're just sick of me setting fires. Admit it.
[He grins and twirls his fingers in her hair, then has one more hit off the joint. Hell, the very idea of getting sick of her fires makes him laugh, and he nuzzles against the side of her head and kisses her ear.]
You just gotta see me in a tux, then you'll believe me. I gotta stay professional in that 'cause blood's real hard to get outta white fabric.
As he nuzzles against her, she leans her head toward him, laughing softly as she lifts her hand so she can work her fingers through his hair.]
So you're saying if we can find a stage for you here, you'd be willing to put on a white tux?
[She makes a show of trying to pull away from him, like she's going to run off and go find him somewhere to perform right now. Of course, she doesn't actually pull away from him at all, because she's left laughing and moving right back in for a kiss a second later.]
Wait 'til California for that. I don't have mine here.
[And while this may turn out to be one of the good cities - hard to know, early to tell - he's not interested in spending the time finding a new one and having it tailored just to try and play one gig. They'll get him in whatever he feels like turning up wearing.]
But, y'know, we can find me somethin' nice while looking for your next cute little getup. You want a dress? Tight little top an' a pretty skirt? Maybe some heels so you can kick some jackass' nose in?
[She confirms, and since he's put the idea in her head and she's high and silly right now she decides to act out kicking in someone's nose. Which requires stepping back and extending her leg up in a kick. One good thing about being a former cheerleader is your kicks are amazing. So amazing that she nearly actually brings her bare foot into contact with his face.
A swinging motion of her leg saves the day in the last second, and she gasps as she realizes she could've just broken his nose all over again. Both hands cup over her mouth as she backs away, and she looks petrified for a second there.]
Oh fuck, I didn't actually kick you, did I?
No but you came real fuckin' close! Shit, man, you get real funny on weed!
[But nobody got hurt so it's hilarious, and he mimes kicking back at her from over on the bed before he flops an arm across his face, still laughing about it.]
Goddamn you're gonna wreck someone someday with heels on, can't fuckin' wait.
Of course, she has to change the words a little. It wouldn't be fun if she kept it exactly the same.]
One of these days, these heels are gonna stomp all over you.
[As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she loses it. She's halfway up on the bed, one knee up as she leans forward to steal a kiss. She winds up falling into the bed beside him, rolling onto her back as she laughs it off. Once her laughter dies down, she turns her head to look over at him.
They always have so much fun on their nights out. But tonight's been really great too, just by getting to be ridiculous together in their stolen room.]
You got better legs than Nancy. She'd be fuckin' jealous if she met you, I bet.
[He grins at his own dumb commentary and rolls onto his side to kiss her and curl an arm over her waist.]
Sexy red heels an' lipstick with a black dress. You'll knock everyone dead who looks your way. Except for me, 'cause you're all mine.
Did you want to try going out tonight? Because I was thinking we could stay like this. Not get dressed, just mess around all night and sleep in. And then we could try going out tomorrow.
[It would give their clothes time to dry, and give them enough time to sleep. Just in case the hotel winds up knocking and telling them to get lost early in the morning.]
Yeah, I think we better stay in, gotta let shit dry. Besides, we drove all night, I don't think much is gonna be open for long.
[He's not tired exactly, but it's late and he's remarkably content to stay put for now. It's been a full night. He'll make it fuller by taking one more hit off the joint, but then he lets that drop onto the bed beside him to worry about later.]
Kinda wanna eat something, though. Let's talk 'em into room service, they gotta have someone around. You want anything? 'Cause I'm thinking steak.
[Good shit. Expensive shit. It's a resort, they better have something good, they can pass the cost on to the "fire department".]
I think I want...
[Give her a minute, she's still thinking it over. Her arm extends upward, like she's trying to grab at that light with her hand. She's not able to, of course, so she gives up and lets her arm drape over her face instead.]
I want the most expensive thing on the menu. And french fries!
[Oh gosh, that sounds so good. She sits up, only enough that she can flop over onto him. ]
Maybe ice cream, too. Do you think they have cherry coke here?
[Nobody's gonna deny his girl her cherry coke. He grins and runs his fingers lightly up and down her back, then reaches in the general direction of the bedside phone that he can't actually touch from here, especially not with her on him. It's fine, he's not in a major rush.]
Whaddya bet the most expensive thing is? Gotta be some kinda fancy steak, right? Filet mignon or however you say that thing. Or lobster, maybe. We could do an order of both!