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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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[It's kind of a big job, normally. Not something he'd ever dare attempt by himself, knowing the consequences. But the thing is, now that he's dead and can't be pinned to any particular time here in this part of the world, there are no consequences. If they ever come back to this year or those shortly afterward, if anyone bears witness to their attempt well enough to recognize them even with goggles and bandanas pulled up, there could be trouble, but honestly? How bad could it be?]
I guess we could just blast right on through, don't even have to blow anything up, I just fuckin' hate these guys for wastin' everyone's time. I mean, look. Look at all this. If anyone's smuggling cargo tonight, they don't go on the highway, they just go around like I was gonna. So what the fuck's the point?
[He gestures broadly to the night around them, then pulls the bike abruptly around again so that they're facing the checkpoint and its distant lights. Time to decide, before options start to shut off one by one.]
I'm just gonna drive. I can fit the bike through up there an' they can't catch us before we fuck off into some other decade anyway. You ready?
[He's had his goggles around his neck as he drives, preferring to leave them off when there's no bad weather or anything, but now? It's Time Bandit time. He pulls them up over his eyes and grabs his bandana from his back pocket to tie around his face, then gives her a thumbs up. It's silly, but fuck it, it's probably not the worst idea he's had tonight, having some bare minimum of a disguise before he charges the checkpoint, just to help them out in the future if they wind up near this time and place again.]
I was thinking maybe we could try shooting some of those cop cars in their gas tanks, but I don't think that would make anything blow up or set on fire. We're out of bottles of alcohol, so we don't have anything left to throw.
[He seems like he's already set on just driving through as fast as he can, which is fun in its own way because there's probably some kind of barrier or block they'll charge through. Her hands go to his shoulders, and she rubs them to help him get ready. She can press her face against his back and not need to cover her face, so her thumb goes up and she laughs.]
I'm totally ready. Let's do this!
But she leans up against him, and he lowers his head, streamlining them both as the speedometer ticks rapidly upward and the lights of the checkpoint grow quickly closer. It's not worth yelling anything over the engine sound right now - sure, he could caution her to be ready if they come after the two of them, but that's obvious. He sees those squad cars, he knows they're disorganized here, trying to figure out what to do about the situation they've freshly found themselves in. He and Chrissy can just add to their disarray and that will have to be enough for now.
He assesses the situation as they draw close. Officers are already looking their way, at the bike coming at them at high speed, but they won't have time to react. They've just recently stopped the checkpoint operations, they still haven't actually swung the gate arm closed, but he can see two people trying to do that right now before they can get through. Johnnie rips fuel through that throttle and shifts his weight hard, using Chrissy at the back to his advantage as he pulls the front wheel into the air right as he's about to connect with a guy's face. He can see the sweat on his bald forehead, the whites of his eyes as his pupils shrink to pinpoints before narrowly tumbling out of the way, while Johnnie gives a howl of pure delight. They just bump the gate arm and send it flying on its hinge, where it knocks someone else over and then thuds into the hood of the nearest waiting car.
The front tire hits the pavement hard as he comes back down, and for a second he raises both hands in the air, middle fingers to the cops they're now leaving in the dust of the I-10.]
So long, motherfuckers! Whooo!
[There are lights and sirens and engines rumbling behind them now, but there's little chance they'll get up to speed and catch them anytime soon. They'll probably call ahead to the next patrol office, send people coming this direction, but by then, he and Chrissy are likely to be long gone, into the past or future.]
As soon as she hears that holler from him though, she's lifting her head and looking around. The first thing she sees is both his hands up in the air, middle fingers raised in a salute. She laughs and joins in, though it's a little too late. That checkpoint is far behind them now.
It's only a matter of time before they'll shift out of '67, and she's a little sad about that. Johnnie never got to speak to Alex, but Dale will get his message back and everything will be fine. They'll be expecting them to come crashing back into town any day now. That thought fills her with such a giddy joy that she can't stop giggling for a few seconds. She has to lean over and give his cheek a smacking kiss before she can focus on anything but that happiness that's flooding through her.]
Nothing's gonna stop us from getting there now!
[She wants to stay close, so she rests her cheek against his and hugs him tight. It's probably a little too close for his comfort, so that doesn't last for too long. Eventually she leans back, extends an arm, and enjoys feeling the wind between her fingers.]
How far do you think we'll be able to get before morning? I want to find somewhere to pull over and stop so we can have a breakfast picnic and watch the sun rise.
Uh, let's see. What is it now, gotta be around eleven? I guess it just depends on the roads. Maybe Tucson, if we keep the highway.
[History says they won't keep the highway the whole way through, though - he knows that by now.
From up in these rocky hills, they look down onto the black stretch of midnight desert below. It's one long, straight highway heading northwest from here, and there's nothing to judge the decade by but the radio, which is still keeping on whatever it was just outside Van Horn, playing old country tunes. The style of cars at the checkpoint felt like what he now recognizes as the late 90s or early 2000s, maybe, same as in town when they left. It won't hold out forever.
In the far distance to the west, a series of tiny lights flicker through the brush. Flashlights, probably.]
We'll just have to see where we end up. I'm gonna guess we gotta slow down just to get through El Paso, anyway, that's gotta be a big city. We'll get gas there as long as it's not all cowboys an' indians again. Then from there, we'll go as far as the road lets us. I just hope we don't gotta walk too much of it, because that'll be real fuckin' rough in the desert.
Luck is only on their side for so long, and eventually the road vanishes and it's just hard rock and loose sandy dirt beneath the tires. The radio doesn't work for them then, and they both get off and work together to keep the bike going until the road comes back to them.
Once they're back on, they approach a big city soon enough. It's late at night, but there's still all kinds of lights up ahead. She isn't surprised when she sees it's El Paso, and judging from the cars parked all over it looks pretty close to the time she comes from.]
We have to be in the 80s sometime. That looks exactly like my parents' station wagon.
But the road comes back, and the lights come back too, little pinpoints of towns along the river on both sides of some imaginary line drawn in the sand and mesquite, and now ahead, too, as border villages merge into the sprawling network of El Paso and Ciudad Juárez. He looks at that car Chrissy points out, parked outside a movie theater, and nods.]
Yeah, I remember seein' ones like it. All right, well, let's hope the 80s here aren't too damn weird, I just wanna get through.
[And get gas, before they run out of modernity again. It's some bullshit, because he could probably drive all the way to Tucson on this tank if he knew he could rely on the interstate and some kind of temporal consistency, but whatever. There's a gas station ahead with its lights on, and hopefully that means the pumps are on, too, so he doesn't have to fuck around and find the switch.
Unfortunately, that level of optimism is clearly too much. Once parked, he grumbles and kicks one of the damn machines, then starts looking around for a button or valve or however this decade's manual override works.]
They probably got it inside the damn -
[He's looking at the little building itself, lights on but locked up for the night, when he spots the VMB tag with their signature spiral symbol sprayed just around the corner, next to an empty newspaper dispenser. His demeanor shifts, from casual but irritated to something on far higher alert as he scans the area.]
Are you fucking kidding? Out here?
What's wrong?
[He sees something, so she ditches trying to get into the store to find a way to get the gas pumps on for now. Instead, she makes her way over to him and looks at the letters he's...well, not admiring. He's clearly not liking what he sees.]
What does VMB even mean?
[Wait a second. It hits her what this must be and she gasps in excitement.]
Is this tagging?
Yeah. Watch my back, okay?
[The lockpicking is cute but they don't have time for that, so he trots over to the bike and grabs the stashed bolt cutters, since they're easier to grab without a hunt like the hammer is, wherever it got to. He motions Chrissy aside, then swings them hard against the lock several times until the thing breaks and the glass cracks.]
Barrio Molinillo Boys, except they can't fuckin' spell or think the V sounds harder or somethin'. Call themselves the "Meat Grinders" though. Get in there an' look for the pump controls, all right? I gotta keep an eye out. I dunno how deep in territory we are, but we better not stick around long.
[And by keeping an eye out, he means he's darting back over to the bike with his back to a pump, and then searching for ammo for his pistol, since he's pretty sure that didn't get reloaded yet.]
She swallows and goes very still and quiet, because his being on edge puts her in a similar state. He's always so bold and chaotic, that seeing this quiet concern makes her slip into an anxious state. Her eyes are peeled for any sign of danger, and she's suddenly filled with embarrassment because she's so completely clueless and stupid.
But she thinks she can make up for that by finding the pump controls, so she just nods and hurries inside as quietly as she can. The problem for her is that she's getting more worldly and learning a lot, but she's only been free from the life she was trapped in for about a month. Maybe a little less, time is pretty meaningless to her now. But her mess up with being excited about another gang's tagging hangs heavy in her mind, and she keeps replaying how differently she could've made that moment by just picking up on clues and being more useful right away.
She finds the pump controls in a small closet near the register, and it doesn't take her too long to get things up and going. Once she's sure they're on, she jogs back out to him and tries to show that she's not a complete lost cause by being the one that starts pumping the gas.]
Sorry about before. [She speaks quietly, once she manages to figure out how to get the gas pump working.] It was really stupid to ask that and not realize you were tense about something.
[He's still a little tense, actually, so she bites at her lip and lets it rest there.]
Do you think they've noticed us here?
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I'm not mad at you. You're not stupid, an' you don't have to apologize.
[He just doesn't want her getting hurt, that's all. That, and the whole situation makes him skittish still. Lights on, so they're easily visible from all sides while anyone lurking in the darkness is far harder to spot? It feels like a trap, and he just has to hope either nobody's actually around right now, or that here in the 80s in El Paso, these guys are worried about some other gang and don't realize or care that he's here.]
If they're around, they've seen us. Back home, doin' this, breakin' into a place in someone else's neighborhood an' stealin' gas or whatever bullshit late at night, it's a real good way to pick a fight. These guys are from just north of us. I wonder if by now we ran 'em out an' some of them fled all the way out here.
[He likes that a lot better than imagining that the Meat Grinders actually hold enough power to spread their influence to other cities, but who knows what's happened over the course of fifteen, maybe twenty years.
He nods to a fence across the street with the same tag.]
See, there's another. I bet the highway's a boundary, so we must be right at the edge of things.
[Another car passes, slow, and Johnnie stares hard at a passenger, a guy just a couple years younger, as he tries to see if they're watching them or if they're being overlooked as ghosts.]
C'mon, I don't care if it's not full. Let's not give these guys a reason to stop an' ask what we're up to.
Just so she can try to relax him a little, she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls herself in for a quick kiss. They pull apart and go to get on the bike, and it's while they're doing that another car slowly drives by. They drive past the station, but don't make it far, then apply the brakes and move into reverse. Tires squeal as they zoom back, and Chrissy doesn't need to be told to hold on tight. She grabs hold of him like her life depends on it.]
Get us out of here, okay?
[Her fear that the guys in that car are meat grinders and will kill them all over again overrides any other feeling she may have. It's time to get the hell out of town, fast.]
[He shouts back at the car over his shoulder just as he guns the engine and sends them rocketing forward toward the highway ramp. It's some relief that all he hears behind is laughter and the engines of the vehicles, rather than the pop of a gun. New York taught him plenty about that kind of future and now he's ready for it, but that doesn't mean he wants either of them being shot at. Especially not Chrissy, currently perched like a human shield between him and the guys in the car chasing after them.
It's a brief chase, only a few minutes, but it's enough to get his heart pounding, until finally the boys in the car break off and take an exit while jeering and shouting at the two of them, calling them cowards and all kinds of things far worse. It feels bad to run, he fucking hates it, but he has to get home. He told Dale he'd be home and he intends to make that happen.
He's still checking his mirrors as they start to leave the center of El Paso behind them, but by now they must be in the clear, and finally he loosens his grip and takes a breath.]
Idiots. They're just fuckin' around, I bet. I'll show their veteranos a thing or two when we get back to California. Stomp 'em into the fuckin' dust so they never make it out this far.
That could've been bad if we had to fight.
[Which is why he was worried about her, obviously. She's clueless enough that she really could've gotten hurt if things had gone wrong.]
When we get back and finish taking care of Zazo, you have to teach me exactly who to look out for. So then I can help you get rid of them.
[She's left smiling as her arms loosen their hold, and she's able to just relax up against him.]
[But he laughs it off and pats the side of her leg, then lets one of his hands rest on top of hers for the moment.]
I know you didn't grow up with all this like I did, so don't worry too much about not knowin', okay? You're real smart, you'll pick it up fast. I can tell you about a lot of it before we even get there anyway, an' I know I keep sayin' I'll do that but then we get wrapped up in all kindsa other stuff. Next time we stop, I'll try an' give you a rundown.
[Basics, anyway. There's still plenty that probably won't sink in until she's lived it a little while, but she's got to start somewhere. It's a shame he doesn't have a map of LA itself on him, that would be useful for her. Once they get to California, one of those tourist info kiosks will have one he can grab, and they can look it over together at some little desert bar. Hell, he can take over a table at the Broken Bottle for that, that'll be perfect. He misses that damn place, even if it's only been a few weeks since he was in there last. Feels like years now.]
I still really want to stop when the sun starts rising. Maybe you can tell me a little then.
[They fall pretty silent after that, the expanse of road ahead lulling her into a trance. She dozes off a few times, and by now she's an expert at sleeping up against him on a motorcycle.
After snapping awake at one point, she looks around and tries to figure out where they are and what time it is. There's a song playing on the radio that she instantly recognizes as Madonna, and laughs as she reaches around him to turn it up and sing along. Lucky Star is a great song.
It's such a great song that she sings loud over the road noise and wind, and finds a way to wiggle and dance with him while they stay seated. It's silly and fun, and a little levity after what they left behind in Texas. And really, when she's singing into his ear quietly on some parts, she realizes a lot of the lyrics to this song fit how she feels about him.
The song eventually comes to an end though, and she's left grinning as she works her mouth along the back of his neck.]
How far have we gotten since El Paso?
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But when she wakes up and starts singing, they're in some time that's relatively normal - with his definition of "normal" now stretching half a century after all they've seen - and he leans back against her a little and smiles at the feel of her lips on his neck.]
You zoned out on me for a few hours, I think. We just passed Deming. Guess we're about halfway through our stretch of New Mexico, now. No aliens out this way.
[He grins at that dumb joke. What is it, Roswell, where those are supposed to be? Sure, part of him is awfully curious too after all he's seen, but if ultimately if there are creatures from the depths of space here in New Mexico they'd better leave them and the bike the hell alone. Virginia was bad enough.]
[Not that she's sure she wants to see aliens up close, but it sure would be fun seeing if they could find any traces of them. She's really hoping for a clear ride straight through New Mexico. No aliens, no monsters. No more versions of Jason out there trying to claim her and take her. Just the road ahead, the radio playing, and the guy she loves driving them as fast as possible back home.]
Maybe in the fall? Since we're going to the Grand Canyon for my birthday this summer.
[She feels a little bad asking him to take other trips when they're so focused on getting home right now. But it never hurts to have little side trips to look forward to in the future.]
[He laughs, and nearly brings up those fish creatures, but thinks better of it. That wasn't exactly a funny event, and he doesn't want to cast the conversation in that particular direction. Maybe there are little green men out there in the desert that came here on spaceships, and maybe the things he knows that are the most alien to his own mind, things which lurk out in the vastest depths of the black cosmos, maybe those have no intention of being found near Roswell or anywhere else people can just drive to.]
Fall sounds good for a trip out here though anyway. Miss the hottest parts of the summer, come back once it's cooling off. We'll find ourselves some time to get out here. I do wanna see it all.
[And maybe that means doing some driving during the day, too. He'll have to invert his sleep schedule so they can actually see things. Well, he'll deal with that when it happens.]
[They always have a ton of fun doing whatever it is they get up to. She's not worried about their ability to turn any trip into a good time. He says he wants to see it all, and she wants to be right there with him. Making memories together is what life is all about.
Or their version of the afterlife, anyway.]
I really want to get a real camera once we get back. So then I can bring it with us and we can have a lot of pictures of everywhere we go.
[It's no surprise, thinking back. They've mostly been through a lot of weird shit since the last time they broke the camera out. He should've taken some of her getting her tattoos, though, all stretched out and topless with the needle to her skin, drawing all those flowers.
Should've gotten some of her just before midnight, victorious before the fire. But that's all right, their celebration was perfect as it was.]
Man, I shoulda gotten coffee at Miss Toni's place. Startin' to feel it. If there's another fuckin' border patrol checkpoint up here I'm gonna raid their shit for coffee.
[She wants a big blanket to sit on, and some actual food, and coffee and juice would be nice. A real picnic for the perfect sunrise. It probably isn't going to be possible, and they'll have to just eat whatever they have in the bags.]
I still have some film in my camera though. We can definitely get a couple of pictures together.
[The thought of photos has him smiling. He's really taken to her little camera, though his favorite use remains sexy bedroom shots. Maybe if they wind up in the right time again they can grab more film.
They're nearly to the border with Arizona when they finally wind up in a town that's a real town, and not just a shack along the highway. Lordsburg, though, what a name. The road itself has become narrow and barely paved, and as they approach the small stand of buildings, he can see that the current label for it is not, in fact, 10, but State Road 14.]
All right, what's this, the 40s? Maybe early 50s?
[He speculates as he looks around at the dated buildings and style of the signs. But hell, it's still modern enough to be a place they can get food and coffee, surely. And it doesn't look terrible - there are lights here and there, including several at the town center around a pretty majestic-looking stone courthouse that must date back to when all this was actual Mexico, minus the "New".
Just outside town, actually, there are a lot of lights, all in a line. Odd, for the time of night and a small town like this. But they're not moving, so he figures it's a fence or building or something like it, and parks the bike under a sign reading Lordsburg Market and Cafe.]
Should have everything we need. You wanna try your lockpicking out again?
[He'd noticed earlier, and definitely approved, it's just a shame they had to hurry. But here? Chances are good nobody's going to come by any time soon.]
So, any tips?
[She's joking around, grinning and laughing. But she's also serious, because when she straightens out the bobby pin and pushes it into the lock to start turning and twisting it, she's just leaping in blind. That method seems to work pretty well, because as luck would have it, the lock clicks open the second the words leave her mouth.
Her jaw drops as she glances up at Johnnie, absolutely stunned she managed that on her first try. It's definitely just beginner's luck, but she still looks pretty proud of herself.]
Nevermind. I guess I should be teaching you, huh?
[He laughs as he swipes a hand through the air in her direction, then stretches his arms up into the air and cracks his back. Fuck, that's better. Been sitting too damn long this whole trip, and as much as he likes driving, he's looking forward to not having to do quite so much of it for a while.]
That's your lucky bobby pin now, better not lose it.
[Beginner's luck is right, though, and he's happy for her either way. Hell, maybe she'll get legitimately good with it after a confident start like that. His little thief would be even better at her job.
He slips on inside after her and starts grabbing a few things. Once upon a time he had a thermos, but he hasn't seen it in over a week, meaning it probably got lost in Virginia. Time to pick up a new one, while they're in here - a sturdy stainless steel thing that ought to keep coffee nice and hot on the road. Maybe they can make a little sunrise campfire and boil some water - so he grabs a jug and a little tin of instant coffee.]
Man, I wish we'd had more time back in El Paso. I really gotta stock up on Pop Tarts next time we're in the 80s or 90s.