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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's after that steak, himself, and sits himself right down and grabs a fork and knife to start carving it up. It smells incredible, he just can't get over that. This kitchen does shit just right.
And when he finally has a bite, he practically melts in his chair with satisfaction.]
Bliss. Fuckin' bliss. Icing on the cake. What a night.
It's been a really eventful night.
[That's easy to agree with. After their mission with Cruz, to the tornado, to driving all the way here? It's been a long, long day. But she's glad this is how they're ending it, hiding away from the chaos and darkness that exists out beyond the hotel. They haven't exactly done much resting yet, but she already feels recharged and ready to conquer whatever tomorrow brings.
Before she can do that, though, she needs steak. She waits for him to carve up another piece or two, and then grabs a fork so she can steal one of the pieces. She knows exactly what she did, because she's grinning with satisfaction as she eats it. And he's right. It is bliss. She sighs once she's swallowed and slinks back in her chair.]
Maybe we should've ordered four of these.
Yeah, maybe. I thought maybe this would be too much, but I feel like I could eat an elephant right now.
[Which means it's time for a handful of fries. The crunch and the grease and the salt hits just right.
And before he's full, he'll sure prove he's able to make his way through his share of all of what they ordered, but eventually he's left sagging in his chair and sipping at his coke, completely content and very full. He taps his foot on the floor as he hums a song in his head, the latest one he wrote for her that probably could still use some work but he likes where he's come with it.]
You have to sing that one on stage sometime.
[It's hard to resist leaning forward to steal a quick kiss, so she doesn't. She grabs a couple of fries as she leans back into her chair, and swirls them in the remaining ice cream to see how she likes the mix of salty and sweet. ]
Or sing it right now for me. For real, I mean! Not just humming.
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Glad you like it so much. Some day it'll wind up on stage, promise.
[Whether the rest of the band wants to pick it up or not, since he can always do little solo gigs here and there. But he likes picturing it with a fuller sound, all four instruments going at once, maybe some hand claps. And why wouldn't they want to? Everyone loves a fun love song. It'll speak to more people out there than just the two of them.
He chugs down the rest of his soda as an excuse to wet his throat, then hops up out of his chair to grab his guitar. He's not afraid to sing without backing music, but it just sounds... naked. Funny thought considering he's wearing nothing more than an instrument right now, as he sits back down and slings the strap over his shoulders, but there it is. He strums a few chords just to tweak the tuning, since the guitar does pretty well on their journeys but they sure do lug the poor thing through some weird conditions, and then starts in, singing it for her with a pause here and there as he tweaks the melody before resuming.]
Startin' to come together, a little at a time.
Actually, now that she hears the hand claps along with what he's got going? It's pretty catchy and fun. As he finishes up, that musical clapping turns into actual applause.]
You're going to be a huge star someday.
[And she's going to be there to support him the entire way. It's great they're able to see and do these things after death, because with the rest of forever stretching out before them he deserves a chance to be a famous musician.]
[It really remains to be seen just how things will work for them. Plenty of living people seem like they can see them just fine, but there are plenty who don't. And what if that changes over time? What if it depends on unknown factors? He's not worried about it, really, just curious how it'll impact his audience. And, more especially, his role in the band.
But, one day at a time, like he always does. He strums a few chords idly, not really part of any song in particular but just a progression he feels like thumbing through. The sun will be up in a few hours, meaning the hotel will try to contact people who won't actually pay for their room. They can probably squat here a while anyway before they get as far as trying to kick them out, but just in case, he gets up, stretches, puts his guitar away, then drags the chair he was sitting in over to the door and wedges it under the knob before sliding the deadbolt shut.]
There. I'm gonna bet those idiots downstairs don't try to drag us out tomorrow morning, but if they do, that'll slow 'em down.
[And now it's time for a post-meal cigarette.]
She makes her way back out to him right after, so she can wrap her arms around him from behind and rest her chin on his shoulder.]
Do you want to try laying down and seeing if we can sleep? Just in case they do get in tomorrow morning.
I wouldn't mind tryin' to get some shut-eye. I think we've earned it, haven't we?
[Not that sleep needs to be earned, but the fact is they've done a lot lately and it's probably a good opportunity to catch up on sleep. Tomorrow ought to be a nice big full day, after all.
After another draw from the cigarette, he pulls away to set it down and grab his toothbrush. And once he's all good and ready, he wriggles his way under the blankets. If it takes him a while to actually fall asleep, that's all right. He has music in his head and now is as good a time as any to think about it some more.]
Hey Johnnie?
[Her voice is soft and tired when she finally speaks up.]
Do you have any songs about the moon?
[He grins and looks over at her, lying there so sweetly at his side, and strokes a hand down her back.]
Yeah, we got one. Just called Moon Song actually. One a' those things that was supposed to be a working title 'til it got a better one, but then it stuck. Guess I'll sing it for you, if you like, but I ain't gettin' my guitar at this point. Bed's too comfy.
["If she likes" meaning he knows she wants him to, so he's not even really going to wait for an affirmative there. Also this is one song that really deserves a lot more upbeat energy than lying in bed can achieve, but hell, he can pretend for now it's something more romantic. The lyrics almost sound like it is, anyway, until you listen harder and know a thing or two about their usual themes.]
[She requests, and of course she probably doesn't need to. He starts singing before the words are even all the way out of her mouth, and she listens carefully to the words. It's not meant to be a lullaby, that's for sure. But she thinks it sounds romantic enough. She's getting drowsy and doesn't listen to the words all that closely, but she definitely makes a note to ask him to sing it again later so she can learn the words.]
That was really beautiful, baby. [She whispers once he's done, and turns her head to kiss at his cheek.]
Maybe you could teach me the words tomorrow?
[Or close enough to right, since it'll be acoustic. She must have really liked it though if she's wanting to learn the words to it, considering it seems the rest she's content to just pick up on as she hears them more.]
Get some sleep now, babe.
[She sounds like she's just about there. He kisses her on the forehead, and lets his eyes stay closed. Hopefully he'll get there too, soon enough. Maybe even stay asleep without weird dreams of moons and strange ancient beings from who the fuck knows where.]
She can't see him, even through the dim traces of sunrise coming through the windows. But his presence is unmistakable, as is the warmth of him against her. She settles back down against him, nuzzling up beneath his arm so it's wrapped around her. They wind up shifting together, so they're on their sides and his chest is pressed against her back. Whether he's awake and aware of it or he's just instinctively doing it doesn't matter to her. All she knows is that it makes her feel safe and sound.
That enables her to fall back asleep, until he starts to shift when he wakes up. Her hand grabs at his arm to keep him there, as her eyes flutter open. She can hear the door handle jiggling, the chair that's blocking it preventing someone from getting inside.]
I think they're trying to get in.
[Her hand taps at his arm before she moves to sit up, glaring over at the door for giving them a wake up call.]
He wakes when she starts shifting around, though, and once he has her all wrapped up and cozy, and she seems to have settled, he lets himself doze. Maybe once she's up for real he'll give Alex a call.
Except he manages to fall back asleep somehow, only to wake to the sound of the door rattling, and the hair on the back of his neck stands up as he slowly sits upright and watches the knob.]
You'd think they woulda called first. Or left a note under the door. That's rude bullshit, there, for a fucking so-called resort. Glad I blocked it.
[He could yell toward the hallway but instead he grumbles and pulls on underwear and jeans. He'll deal with it if they keep it up, but maybe they'll give up first.]
[The voice outside the door calls, huffing in frustration as the doorknob doesn't give. Chrissy's already out of bed and is hurrying toward the bathroom to grab some clean clothes to wear, but stops when the attempt to get in the room dies off. She peeks out from the bathroom doorway, half-dressed and holding all their clothes in her arm like they might need to make a quick getaway.
That doesn't seem to be the case this time, and she's visibly relieved as she goes over to set their now dry things on the bed. She'll just stand around in her skirt and bra and fold everything.]
I guess we slept in until noon.
[Oops.
She doesn't mind all that much though, and laughs as she starts sorting their things into neat little piles.]
Maybe we should call your brother before we figure out lunch.
He just shakes his head as the housekeeping staff seems to give up and leave, and grabs a shirt from one of her piles to pull it on. Much better, doesn't smell like sweat and whatever all that other shit was anymore.]
Yeah, that's what I'm thinkin'. I'll see if I can get one of 'em to answer. Might be asleep.
[But whatever, if it was him he'd want to be woken up to find his missing brother was fine.
He sits himself down on the bed and grabs the phone to dial Alex. And it rings, and rings, and when nobody picks up he just tries again until eventually he gives up and tries Dale's number.
And it's Dale he gets, eventually, though the voice that greets him on the other end is so rough from sleep and a long night out it's nearly unrecognizable, and it makes him laugh.]
Rise an' shine, man. Yeah, I know it's early, but was there ever gonna be a good time? I tried Alex first, you oughta go kick in the door for me an' drag him outta bed.
[He talks with a big dumb grin on his face, waiting for the exact moment - ah yep, there it is, there's Dale flipping the fuck out into his ear loud enough Chrissy can probably hear.]
Took you almost a minute, asshole. Yeah, it's me. An' yeah, I died, kinda. This isn't a fucking joke, man, I mean it, I died. Did that weird guy ever turn up at the clubhouse? He was supposed to tell you guys what happened - oh, cool. Man, fuckin' Loonie is so on top of shit, I swear. Dunno what we'd do without her. Hey, look, I'm callin' 'cause I want you guys to know I'm comin' home. Just... Kinda needed to clear my head for a bit. Bein' black-brained, it's real fucked up. Hey, where is Alex, anyway, you said he's not home?
[They talk for a bit, and Johnnie reassures him that yes, he'll be there soon - maybe a week, because Texas is huge and who knows what's between him and LA, but he's on his way and yeah, tell everyone else because there better be a huge fucking party when he gets there. When he hangs up, he's smiling bright, happy in a way he hasn't quite felt since he died. Chrissy is great to have with him, sure, absolutely, but he missed his brothers and all his friends. Feels like reality is piecing itself back together again, just talking to Dale.]
He's happy in a way she's never seen him be before, and it feels like she's intruding on a moment in a life she doesn't belong in. But that's a silly thought, and she shoves it aside so she can try and make herself a part of things.]
Where was Alex?
[Clearly, they'll just have to try calling him again later.]
[Which is a complete and very reasonable sentence, until he realizes Chrissy has probably no context for that, so he stops and laughs and tries again.]
East side, there's crazies who think they can rough it out in the desert away from society, an' they got guns an' trucks an' whatever. He's... taking shit real serious. Gotta gear up, maybe take over one of their dumb bunkers so we can stash everything outside town until we're ready to bring it all in.
[He shrugs. It's a little overwhelming, if he really thinks about it. He knew Alex would take things seriously, of course he would because that's what he does, but most people don't get to see others try to take revenge after they died. He'll not only see it, he'll hopefully be right there with them all.]
Zazo fucked up bigger than he knows, that's for sure.
[It's hard not to smile when she says that, because she remembers talking about that back in Wilmington. It's good to know that Alex is really going for it, and that maybe they'll be back in time to be a part of things.]
I hope we get to help take him down.
[She makes a pretend gun with her hand and fires it, before laughing and leaning over to kiss him.]
We can try calling him again later. I bet Dale will tell him you called, and he'll freak out too. What all would he be wanting to stash that far out of town though? Just weapons?
[But he shrugs. Stuff he can ask Alex about later, especially since he'll do anything he can to help and he's sure it's all well thought out.]
You know, we got stash houses in the city, I bet all that stuff will make its way in to one eventually. Just not great to have it all sittin' around until everything's ready 'cause the cops are always lookin' for our shit an' if they find it all before we get to use it, it's a lotta wasted effort.
[And some major prison time for anyone posted who might get caught. That's true enough anyway on a normal bust, but a house full of weapons? The cops are probably going to look at that differently than they would a house full of drugs and stolen things to flip.
Anyway, he gives Chrissy an easy smile and squeezes her close around the waist.]
I dunno what I expected, calling Dale. I guess part of me was afraid he wouldn't believe it was me on the phone. Glad I didn't get him while he was fuckin' high, that mighta been an even weirder conversation.
She hums a little, soft and sweet, and scratches her fingernails along his arm.]
Even if he was high, you calling like that probably shocked him into thinking clearly. You said something about a weird guy. Did he ever turn up at the clubhouse and tell them what happened?
[It sounded like maybe he did, and with the casual way Johnnie describes that he died, she can only imagine what Dale's thinking. And what he's going to go tell Alex.]
[He looks a little smug, like somehow that's his doing, like everyone is out to get Zazo at his request without the whole inconvenient step of having been fucking offed on some shitty back road to cause all that.]
I didn't get the full story, but I guess Loonie got word out once she heard, or somethin'. Anyway, Dale's holdin' down the fort for now. Guess I'm glad he an' the rest are the type to get pissed off and do something, when shit goes down, rather than sit and mope.
[And he's absolutely just wired full of energy to get out there and join them. A solid part of him wants to just get on the bike right now and go, no stops, no interruptions. But he looks at Chrissy and hell, he owes her a dance, and they might as well enjoy '67 while they have it, and with time being all fucked up as time is for him now, maybe rushing makes no real difference anyway.]
We could drive back now and not stop until we get there.
[A nervous, giddy energy fills her as she suggests it. They have other things they wanted to see and do, and time seems to not usually be on their side.]
It would give us a reason to go back out on the road sometime. To see the Grand Canyon and everything else we had planned, I mean.
[As much fun as they've had out on the road, she's grown a love for things like fire and chaos and wants to be in the middle of the action with his friends and family when it happens. She's pretty sure that he wants to be there too.]
Now that Dale's heard from you, they'll all be expecting you back. So we don't have to take a week to get there.
Well, if you're suggesting it...
[This is how he knows too well that he really cares about her. Anyone else, he'd just make up his mind and go, and say if they don't like it they can find their own way. It's not that he's prone to ditching people or being callous, mind - he likes his friends, he cares about them a lot, he'd hate to have to make a choice like that. But he'd still do it, for his brothers and for the gang. But for Chrissy? He was willing to hold back for her sake.
Guess there's no need for that, though.]
Yeah, we'll have plenty of time some day to go do shit. An' some of that we can still do on the way back, too, 'cause I've gotta get gas here an' there, we've gotta eat, maybe even sleep. We'll see a few sights. But I don't wanna spend several days in a city just dicking around, I gotta get back there an' help out! I wanna see that motherfucker's face as his whole goddam world goes up in fire!
[She's laying down, but he hops up. Time to grab his jacket, get his gun and knife back where they belong.]