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Dec. 16th, 2023 at 5:56 PM
[Racing down the interstate as fast as they fucking can, Johnnie tugs Chrissy closer and ducks low over his bike. They're streamlined now, they'll pick up just a little bit more speed, and then they can outride this giant evil fucking wasp for sure -
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
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Exactly! We can make our fun however we want. It's no different than ridin' my bike through all of the fucking past like we already did. An' yeah, people were confused by it sometimes but it ain't like their heads fuckin' exploded. People get used to shit. The weird gets normal.
[Once she seems like she's done fussing with his hair, he ducks down for a quick little kiss, then shuts the water off. He's feeling nice and clean, and his skin is pink-tinted from all that nice hot water - and so is hers, which is cute. But now it's time to hop out and towel off.]
Can you peek out and make sure no one else is in here? Just double check?
[She has some clothes in her backpack, but she hadn't thought to grab a towel. Which is pretty stupid of her, so she'll just drip dry and then get dressed. Her curiosity about whether or not anybody crept in while they were showering wins out in a matter of seconds, and all too soon she's tiptoeing out to peek out of the stall to look around.
It looks clear enough so she laughs and shakes her head to try and get rid of some of the water.]
Can I use your towel after you're done with it? I left mine back at the campsite.
Yeah, here you go.
[Rather than just handing her the towel, he takes it off himself and wraps it around her, then playfully shimmies it up and down, side to side like that'll help before letting her take over so he can start getting dressed.
It takes him very little time to pull clean clothes out of his bag and get them on. And if they're just going to go to sleep, no need to fix his hair back up. So he doesn't bother to do anything more than comb it back into some semblance of order, just to keep it out of his eyes, then starts zipping up his bag with comb and hair products and the rest all inside.]
After she pulls down her hair, the towel is brought back over to him, though she doesn't just toss it his way. No, she decides that she has to slide it over his head and around his neck so she can gently tug him in for a kiss. She leaves it draped over his shoulders, tongue curling as she laughs and goes to get her brush. At least she can get the tangles out while he drives back.
She's humming a World Enders song as they leave the bathroom, and manage to bump into a middle aged guy that looks like he's about to pee his pants. Or worse. He's trying to hurry in, but when he spots Johnnie and Chrissy coming out together, she isn't sure if he looks surprised because he sees them as dead or because she's coming out of the mens room looking so happy.
Instead of saying anything to them, he just takes his wide eyed look and darts inside. Chrissy makes it three more steps before she bursts out laughing. She's nearly crying with her giggles as she tosses her backpack into the car and climbs into the passenger seat.]
Did you see the look on his face? He looked like he was about to pee himself!
He leaves that towel draped around his neck on the way out, and as that guy enters and gets that dumb fucking look on his face, Johnnie just boldly stares him down as he and Chrissy leave, with an extra ounce of swagger to his step. No, they didn't come in here to fuck, but if that's what the guy thinks, let him.
Chrissy's laughter immediately triggers his and he joins in, fucking howling with it as he hops into the driver's seat.]
Shit yeah I did! He already did, an' then it got worse when he saw us! Hell, he's probably all jealous.
[And they've probably woken up half of this end of the campground now, as he gets the car started and pulls away, but fuck them. Shouldn't have slept near the showers, morons.]
Needless to say, she's not exactly tired by the time they park and get out. That means she goes straight to trying to finish organizing and setting up their things. She pauses mid straightening, glancing over his way.]
We should save the rest of this for tomorrow and get really high before we go to bed.
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Oh yeah? Well, you know where the weed is, you can grab those joints I rolled up earlier.
[She's full of good plans. Getting extra high and giggly and snuggly as they sink into the sleeping bags sounds excellent. And so while she goes to find the pot, he gets their sleeping bags all unrolled and starts seeing if he can orient them so they zip together as one big bag. Probably easier to do that right now than while stoned out of his mind.]
He's just about done by the time she gathers up a couple of joints and made her way over to get in the tent; and her gasp of surprise at seeing that he's trying to zip the sleeping bags together says that she's a) never realized that was a thing that could be done and b) is very delighted by the prospect of getting to snuggle together all nice and warm.
She gets her shoes off and goes to sit down inside the tent. Once he settles down next to her, she hands him his joint and glances over at the zip up doorway to the tent.]
Do you think if we close that, we'll be able to fill the tent with smoke and we can get extra high?
With everything ready, he pulls his shoes off, takes that joint from her, and then presses a nuzzle and a kiss to her damp hair right above her ear. Her question makes him snicker as he fishes his lighter out of his jacket, and he gestures to the zipper.]
Go ahead an' try it. Cars work good for that, maybe a tent will too.
[It has little holes for ventilation all over the top layer of mesh, but surely it won't be enough to let all the smoke out too fast.
With the joint lit, he holds it in his lips for the extra few seconds it then takes to get his jacket off and tossed to the end of the tent, then works on his jeans until he's wriggled his way out of those too. See, he didn't bother with clean clothes since he figured they wouldn't be in them very long. A naked cuddle in the sleeping bag sounds like the best way to keep warm.]
She catches herself with a laugh though, and holds the joint and lighter safely in her hand. Figuring it's time to get that lit and relax, she holds it in her mouth so she can get a flame. As soon as it's lit she grins and walks over on her knees so she can get into the open sleeping bag and sit pressed up close against him.]
Maybe we could write a song together while we're out here. Like a real one, you know? The weed song was fun, but I want a good one we can sing on stage together someday.
And once they're side by side under the covers, he pulls her close with an arm around her waist, and blows a slow plume of smoke out into the tent, then snickers and holds his joint so he can kiss her in one quick little affectionate peck.]
Oh yeah! Yeah, I'd love to do that. An' out here we got plenty of time for it. Y'know what I think would be a real fuckin' cool song would be about that voodoo shit in Louisiana, how we fuckin' did some weird ritual an' now we'll never be separated. Right? That's crazy shit. Everyone's gonna think it's some deep metaphor.
I think that would be so cool, baby. Let's get started tomorrow after we're done seeing the canyon.
[As exciting as getting to do some daytime sightseeing is, she's equally eager to write a song together. But the here and now is just as nice, and Chrissy leans her head over to rest up against him.]
We could have a part where we say that we're so strong together now that the darkness turned on that guy and kept us from being sent on. I still can't believe that jerk did that. He really deserved to die.
[But he's feeling way too comfortable and pleased with their situation to say anything more on that topic. Why dwell on assholes ruining things for people when they have a little tent in the desert where it's just the two of them trying to hotbox past the capabilities of the ventilation? Their present is way more fun.
He watches the smoke rise, then takes another hit mostly so he can add more to it all.]
Tomorrow let's see if we can figure out how people get to the bottom of the canyon. I wanna see what's down there. We don't have to go down there right away 'cause we might have to plan that as a whole day's thing, but at least we can find out about it.
[She's warm and cozy and anything he suggests to her will sound like a good idea right now. Her eyes glance up to him before she looks back up to their smoke cloud that's building overhead. One arm extends up toward it and she laughs, expelling a burst of smoke to mingle with everything else that's already around them.]
I'll bring my camera and we can get some pictures. And then in a couple of days, we can bring our backpacks and get down to the bottom. There has to be a way to get there, and we'll figure it out.
[Maybe there will be donkeys or bears they can ride. Gosh, she hopes so. That would be so much fun.]
[He does love all those photos from their travels tacked up in their room, even though reminiscing isn't his thing. To him, it's not about nostalgia for their travels, it's a celebration of how much they love each other. It's a growing, building thing and he grins now just thinking about it.]
Hey, did you find more film for that when we were in town? I forgot to look.
[Down at the bottom of the sleeping bag, he nudges one of her feet with his, then snickers as he grabs at her toes with his own.]
Yeah, I found some. I grabbed every box they had at that little store. Maybe we can check some other stores on our way back home. I want to have enough film to add tons of pictures to our wall. All those memories being saved really means a lot to me.
[Now her hand rubs at his, and she takes another hit from her joint.]
[Probably, maybe, but he'll remain optimistic unless life proves otherwise. It all just depends on what times they get brought in and out of on their travels.]
Though I wanna know why Alex gave me a phone number to call an' who knows where that'll take us. I guess before we leave here I should find a pay phone. He said to call when we were gonna be on the way back.
[She chooses to think that Alex would trust them with a job like that. Dale definitely would. But maybe it's something simpler than that. They really won't know until they decide to head back home and give the number a call.]
You remember where you put the paper with the number on it, right?
[So they can call the number and then head to Vegas. After a handful of days out here, it'll be nice to find a hotel and hit the casinos.]
Yeah, it's in my pocket. Maybe when it's day I'll find a better spot to put it so I don't lose it. Help me remember.
[Just like he needs to not lose track of that birthday card he got for her. It should theoretically be in his backpack right now, and he'll have to find some time to sign it without her finding it first or seeing him, and then at some point he'll have to remember to actually care what exact day it is so he can get it to her on her actual birthday. Not a problem for right now, though, not while he's enjoying the slow slip into the stoned dimension.]
But I bet you're right. Maybe we gotta pick somethin' up. Or someone, could be someone.
We'll figure it out soon enough. Let's not worry about it too much right now.
[Her joint has to be held in her hand so she can turn more and kiss a trail up from his shoulder along his neck. Sure, they're getting high right now, but he gives her a separate high she can't ever get enough of. She doesn't want her joint to go to waste though, so she all too soon pulls away to take a hit and slowly exhale.]
I feel so floaty and warm right now.
[She giggles as she says it, glad that it's him here with her right now. A few weeks ago, she never thought they'd get to spend time together like this again. Just look at them now, happier than they've ever been.]
[And the thrill of sensation that races from where she kissed him to every corner of his body. He grins and lets himself feel weightless, all in the middle of a concrete nothing. It's a nothing that feels grounded, that has more than black emptiness in all directions, and to him right now that somehow makes perfect sense.
The other thing that makes sense is that he needs to get back at her for those kisses. Snickering quietly himself, he strokes at her leg with a foot and turns to nibble at her ear, then takes a hit and blows smoke at it.]
Gonna get your ear fuckin' high too.
That frees her up to be able to roll over onto her side completely, and let her hands slowly roam his body while she works her way back up his shoulder and throat toward his lips.]
Don't waste smoke on my ear, baby. At least do it into my nose or mouth.
[He can squeeze one more hit out of this little stub for sure, he packed these pretty well. So with one breath he sucks as much of the smoke as he can into his lungs, then leans in to kiss her and exhale that smoke straight into her mouth.
With his tolerance as high as it is, the pot is really taking its time to work into his system but he's definitely starting to notice that he's feeling it, and that always means he's already high and just hasn't realized it. It's a good, easy feeling though. Worth enjoying.
The act of basically giving her mouth to mouth weed has him immediately laughing. He licks a finger, presses the damp end to the lit stub to put it out without hardly even a hiss of steam, then rolls on top of Chrissy to nibble and kiss at her throat while still snickering here and there.]
That's emergency pot, babe. When you gotta have one more an' you're all out. Marijuana CPR.
My hero. Lifeguarding with marijuana CPR. Giving me expert mouth to mouth.
[One of her hands slowly trails across his back, while the other curls against the back of his head. Yeah, she likes it when he's on top of her and has his mouth on her, and she's not going to do anything to get him to leave his current post.
Her eyes glance upward and notice that the cloud above them is still there, and it feels like art they've made together. As he nibbles at a sensitive spot on her throat she sighs, eyes closing as her head falls back a little. This weightless, giggly feeling is so nice. Every press of his lips against her skin makes her laugh a little more, like she's ticklish all over.]
[He can't easily get any lower than this in the sleeping bag so he stays put, kissing at her collarbone to her chin and everywhere in between, mostly just trying to make her giggle even more because he loves the sound of that right now. It's the best feeling in the world to know that she's happy and it's because of him.
But when he's had enough of that, he inches upward to kiss her, and reaches a hand up to drag fingers through her damp hair. Kissing feels amazing, always, but especially right now, and he'll take his sweet time just focusing all his attention on her lips, and on the feel of her mouth as his tongue presses into it.]