[Johnnie watches that whole array of drinks approach, then waves the guy off from pouring their wine, letting him do no more than uncork the bottle. Seriously, he can pour his own wine. He pours some for Chrissy too though, with a little smile of amusement at their slightly ridiculous situation. Fucking. Wine. Sure.]
Yeah! Well, we can look at the one I got that's back at the bike, but it woulda been fun to look now. I guess... Well, north of here's a buncha small farm towns mostly. I don't really know what's up here. I remember seein' we got a choice, we can either go up the coast the slow way or we can go straight north the fast way, or we can go over the mountains an'... I dunno what else is out that way. Kinda thinking the coast would be the most fun though.
[It's a classic drive, one he can't actually say he's done much of - route 1 all the way up. He's done portions north of Los Angeles, but they skipped those to get here in the interest of actually trying to make it to San Francisco without waiting way too long since they badly needed a cash refill.
But now that they've done that? Or, really, that they will do that tonight - now they can do whatever they please.
He takes a drink of the wine and tries to decide if he likes it or not. It tastes like wine to him though. Which is to say, sure, it's alcoholic grape juice and he doesn't hate it, but he'd take a beer over this most days.]
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Yeah! Well, we can look at the one I got that's back at the bike, but it woulda been fun to look now. I guess... Well, north of here's a buncha small farm towns mostly. I don't really know what's up here. I remember seein' we got a choice, we can either go up the coast the slow way or we can go straight north the fast way, or we can go over the mountains an'... I dunno what else is out that way. Kinda thinking the coast would be the most fun though.
[It's a classic drive, one he can't actually say he's done much of - route 1 all the way up. He's done portions north of Los Angeles, but they skipped those to get here in the interest of actually trying to make it to San Francisco without waiting way too long since they badly needed a cash refill.
But now that they've done that? Or, really, that they will do that tonight - now they can do whatever they please.
He takes a drink of the wine and tries to decide if he likes it or not. It tastes like wine to him though. Which is to say, sure, it's alcoholic grape juice and he doesn't hate it, but he'd take a beer over this most days.]