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Apr. 19th, 2025 at 7:28 PM
[A few hours of open road makes for easygoing fun. It's great to be traveling again, and the feeling of Chrissy leaning up against his back, holding on tight while he whips ahead on a wide-open freeway through the pitch black of night is like nothing else. The last time they were racing up and down this freeway, they were on the way to go burn a bunch of people's lives down - but now that's hours back, back with the rest of the city. They've left the lights and have nothing to look at but the pavement in Johnnie's headlight, the glimpses of stars shining weakly through hazy clouds, and occasionally an oncoming car.
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
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And the fantasy of having all his friends out here, having the whole gang get to experience what they do, to travel up and down and in and out through time, partying and rampaging all they can, shit. Shit, that's the best possible future.]
Yeah, babe. See, this trip it's just you an' me, we can scout out, get some ideas, see the best places. An' then next time? It'll be dozens of us. Hundreds! Take over the whole fuckin' west coast, then the rest of the country too!
[Hard to know how much she got of that - this place is just getting louder and louder as people keep packing in. There's no room for anyone to dance in any way except for what they're doing here, moving right against each other with no space between them.]
The song shifts to another and she turns so she can dance facing him for a little while. They stay pressed close, her hand cradling the back of his head so she can guide him in for a kiss whenever she wants one. There's absolutely no thought or care in regard to that lipstick she worked so hard to put on. She's having fun, that's all that matters.]
Do you wanna get more to drink after this song? We could dance a little more then maybe find somewhere to be closer.
[She's amazed she's able to put that as politely as she does.]
[And how cute of her to put it that way. He snickers as he indulges in another long kiss and slow grind, not exactly rushing to get that drink. But the song comes to an explosive end with its thumping electronic beat, and Johnnie tugs her toward the bar for another couple shots. His head is swimming and fuzzy with lights and sound and lust - exactly how it should be in a place like this.
He clinks his shot glass against hers and gulps it down, oblivious fully to the taste of the alcohol. It's the effect he's after.]
Oh, fuck yeah. C'mere, baby girl, you drink up an' then you come with me.
[He has his hand up her thigh, sneaking under the hem of her dress, before she's even had time to gulp down her drink. Won't be hard to find somewhere to be closer in a place like this one, dark and full of bodies oblivious to everything around them.]
I think I'm ready to go with you now.
[Always so polite, she smiles as she pulls back just enough to check her shot glass and make sure it's empty. Yeah, it definitely is. Time to go. She uses two fingers to touch at her head and salute the bartender, who watches in amusement as she and Johnnie drag each other away.]
[They probably should, but they don't have to. This place is pretty packed, and only slightly less crazy than the one in New York when it comes to drugs and bodies and music. The walls are mostly already occupied here, either by wallflowers nursing drinks or couples making out with a fervor that borders on openly fucking, or maybe even gets there - it's too dark to be sure and Johnnie isn't interested in staring.
Regardless, they're not the only ones with the intent of doing more than dancing, and Johnnie's brain is just fuzzy enough with alcohol to have a hard time thinking of anything more creative than anyone else is. He pulls Chrissy tight to him in one of the darker corners of the room and kisses her, while a hand slips between her legs to grind his palm against her clit through her panties.]
Even if we go outside we might not be alone out there.
[What was this place called, again? Some play on "deviant"? Because fuck, that sure does sound about right, right now.]
[The words come out a gasped whisper, as her legs part a little and she tries to not rock her hips in time with the motion of his hand. She's currently of the opinion that if it feels good, they should definitely do it. And she's feeling pretty damn good.
They're in a dark corner, music is playing loud, and people all over the place are on each other. It's fine.
Her hand goes to his jeans, palming at his cock through the fabric. This is good, but it's not enough. There's no way they're going to just give each other handjobs right here in the middle of the club. They deserve better than that.]
I want to feel more of you.
[Her mouth is against his ear as she whines it, and she lets her tongue trail along the edge before she sucks at the lobe. It's not fair how badly she wants him all the time, but she's pretty sure he must want her just as bad. Because they're definitely caught up in an arousal feedback loop right now, where everything feels good but not enough.]
[The words are almost groaned, and probably would be hard to hear over the music if his mouth wasn't right against her ear. He tugs at her earlobe with his teeth as he maneuvers them both toward some of the available wall space back in this direction. They'll need that. He's not acrobatic enough to fuck while standing without at least one of them having some kind of support.
With her back to the wall, and his back to the rest of the club, he unbuckles his belt as quickly as he can and then leaves his jeans hanging open once the zipper is undone. The rest needs to hold on as he kisses her hungrily, claiming her mouth with his while he props himself up one-handed with a palm to the wall past her ear.]
[She's whining. She shouldn't be, she's getting what she wants. But she's just so needy to feel him that it makes her impatient. He's the one that gets her back against the wall, the one that initiates that searing kiss. But she's the one that angles herself against the wall and arches with her legs parted, and she's the one that hurries to try and fish his cock out of his pants so he can find his way inside her.
Of course, it doesn't necessarily happen fast enough for her liking, and she winds up rocking her hips down enough to guide the tip to press into her. She softly gasps against his lips, letting that be enough for a second. They've barely even started and she already has to catch her breath.]
You look like starlight, baby girl.
[All those lights blinking across her shimmery dress. The alcohol makes the illusion even more believable. She's some fucking star princess and she's all his for the taking - as long as they don't both topple over, eager but drunk.]
Of course, some of it is probably her dress. It is very...shiny. But it makes her even more like a princess to him, and he's hers to seduce into doing this in the middle of the club. It's better this time than when they attempted it back in New York, because now they know each other so well that their bodies essentially move in sync with a need to fuck. It's poetic.
Her footing only slips up once, but her legs hold firm. She slaps a hand back against the wall like it will stabilize herself, and her other hand grips hold of his shoulder. They're not falling down and stopping. Not a chance. She's so into this that it won't take any time at all for her to finish, so she just has to hold out on drunken clumsiness for a little longer.]
I'm your luz de las estrellas. [That makes her half-laugh, half-groan.] Shining just for you.
Fuck, though, she feels good. Pleasure shoots straight to his spine, making his knees feel weak. He buries his mouth against her neck, keeping her close as he fucks her, willing himself to keep going. He won't come just yet, not when she's having such a good time being pinned between him and the wall, shuddering with every thrust.]
Her body has residual shivers as she clings hold of him, hands rubbing circles against his back as her face turns to bury itself against his neck. It briefly registers that there's a couple of guys right next to them laughing, but she blocks them out. They're just jealous.]
The other thing that does register pretty quickly as his haze fades is that snickering. Johnnie takes a few seconds to get his pants zipped up and belt fastened, then directs a raised eyebrow at the two of them - but it's coupled with a satisfied smirk, he can't help that.]
Better go get your own, boys.
[He can handle stupid teasing banter, that's fine. It is kind of funny, fucking in a club so brazenly. If one of them says something to security, maybe then he'll do something more.
The piped in music over the speakers fades, and there's a pop from the mic on the stage as someone taps it after it's hooked up. That band they followed in must have finished setting up their shit. Johnnie grins stageward, but he can't really see past all the heads of the crowd from back here so he returns his attention to Chrissy, cupping the back of her head as he pulls her in for a kiss.]
Those guys on stage might be our cue to head out. There's a lot more city for us to explore tonight. If I can walk straight, that is! Might have to get a couple more shots in me to make sure I can.
I'm not sure I can handle another, but let's go get you some more.
[Shots are fun, but she's definitely a lightweight when it comes to that stuff. She's still giggly and light headed, and has to hold onto his hand to have him help keep her from tripping as they make their way through the club back toward the bar.]
I'm not sure I can walk straight, actually.
[That makes her extra giggly, and she gives his hand a squeeze as her head ducks to briefly press against his shoulder in an attempt at embarrassment.]
[Don't question it. He snickers as he leads her along, back over to the bar where he downs another shot of something that burns. He's pretty sure he slurred "vodka" well enough to make himself understood but by the time it hits his throat he's forgotten what he'd asked for, and that's perfectly fine.
Snickering, he winds his way back through the crowd toward where he's pretty sure they came in, at that stage door. They probably could go out the front just fine but he's drunk enough to think he's sneaky. He's also drunk enough to have said to put that shot on his tab - one he never intends to pay.
By the time he stumbles his way outside, the cool, clean air helps to bring him somewhat back to his senses and he leans against the wall of the building, breathing it in and ignoring the sound of some couple nearby making out real heavy.]
Fuck, man, it's kinda cold out. Feels good.
[It's not that cold. It's just cooler here than down south in the summer, and he needs it right now.]
[She laughs, and sighs contently as she leans back against the wall next to him. It's easy to ignore the couple that's nearby in favor of tipping her head to watch him for a few seconds, but soon enough her eyes are looking up to the stars.]
It's actually a little too cold here, huh? I guess I should've made sure my leather jacket went with this dress before leaving without it.
[Her jacket is important to her, but she's still a teenage girl. Sometimes it just doesn't go with things and she can't always swing wearing it. It doesn't mean she doesn't value it, it just means she values accessorizing. There's nothing that says she had to give up her sense of fashion just because she joined a gang.]
[He grins as he pulls her in front of him and tries to wrap his jacket around her too, but it isn't really big enough to do much more than brush her sides. He gives up on that quickly enough and just holds her, arms around her waist, her back to his chest so she can still look up at the sky.]
You'll be in trouble when winter hits. You'll have to stay warm while wearin' skinny little dresses like that. Means you'll just have to be real close to me all the time.
[And in his drunk state, he finds that very funny, imagining her burrowed into his jacket while he's wearing it and trying to score an important stolen car deal or something.]
Oh yeah? You know I wouldn't mind that.
[Having to be real close to him all the time is essentially what she wants so he better not threaten her with a good time or else she'll take him up on it. She laughs though, just enjoying the feel of his arms around her and his chest against her back.]
I remember how much I liked wearing your jacket when we first met. I think I like this a little more.
[And her own. Better in her own given her personal loyalty to the gang now, but his dick prefers that little pleasant sensation when she wears something of his and looks all cozy in it.
Buuuut, since his dick is sated for now, he just grins and gives her a squeeze and a kiss to the back of the head, before eventually releasing her and ushering her along to follow him. He's been leaning there long enough he forgot how spinny the world gets right now when he walks, though, so two steps and he stops to brace himself against the wall with a hand, laughing.]
Shit. Fuck, that vodka. Okay, no, I'm good. I wanna go see the city! One wobbly fuckin' champion step at a time!
["Champion" only because he will defeat the spinning. He really will.]
Let's go somewhere we can walk, babe!
[There may be lots of alcohol in her system right now, but she knows neither of them should be driving. He can't even stand up very well. Driving is out of the question for a little while.]
I bet there's plenty of other places to check out just up ahead.
[And just in case he needs extra convincing, she pulls him in for a kiss. Fuck that vodka. They're still going to have a great time.]
Uhh, yeah, okay. Sure, there's gotta be lotsa stuff around here! Downtown!
[Are they downtown? Well, they're close to it anyway. Party central. Shoplifting central for sure - it's not all that late out, but it's late enough that just about every place that isn't a bar or club or late-night movie theater ought to be closed.]
Hey, we oughta find a park. I wanna see what kinda drugs they got here!
[A park, a street corner, someone who looks bored - but parks are always pretty easy magnets for that sort of thing after dark. Sure, it's also a way to run across the local gangs, but if they're just here to buy and if the World Enders haven't made a bunch of enemies this far north by the eighties, the it's fine. Hell, it's a shame this city isn't already run by the Enders here and now - but he would've seen tags saying so if it was.
Or it's a different version of the world entirely, like Chrissy said. Anyway, doesn't matter. Hurts his head trying to think about it. First task is to keep walking down the sidewalk.]
[She squeaks out the word in a near shout, then winds up giggling at how loud she is. Sure, if he wants to walk around and find a park and some drugs, they can do that. She's sure it'll be fine.]
Do you think people in parks are gonna hate us because of your jacket? That would be really mean, baby, I hope they're nice to us.
[Her head turns to glance over at him, and she realizes he's having some trouble walking. He definitely had more to drink than she did. Her head is still swimming, but she's able to more or less navigate her way around. She's just giggly and floaty, and that means she takes charge by holding his hand and guiding him in the direction a park must be in.
There's a couple getting into a car parked on the street, and she points over at them before shouting.]
Hey, you two! Yeah, you! White couple!
[She conveniently forgets she's white these days, and doesn't really get why both the man and woman look at her like she's crazy.]
Where's the nearest park, huh?
[The woman shakes her head and gets into the car, but the man is nice enough to point off to the left. Chrissy calls out her thanks and marches her way forward to round the corner off the left. They're gonna be at a park in no time at this rate.]
"White couple!" Fuck! An' they fuckin' looked, they know they're "white couple"! That's the best fuckin' part!
[He catches up to her with a hand on his shoulder, and manages to get himself into a slightly more controlled snicker.]
What's that make us, huh?
[He'll ponder that while winding their way through the city streets. Maybe he'll figure it out before they get to the park.]
[She draws out that last word, trying to think of the best way to describe them. Obviously they're not a white couple. They're something else. But she doesn't like trying to put a label on them like that. So she brings their joined hands up to her mouth and kisses at his knuckles with a chuckle.]
We're better than they are, that's what we are. We're like a hurricane.
[A force of nature is exactly the best way to describe them. The thought makes her smile, even as she realizes she doesn't see a park up ahead. They stop at a corner so a car can turn and drive past, and she proceeds to keep heading straight ahead. If that guy sent them in the wrong direction, she's going to find him and make him sorry.]
[Better than anything else she could have said, and better than any dumb shit he might have come up with in the next few minutes. He tries to do a spin, arms wide, as if to demonstrate his hurricane-ness, but immediately loses his balance and topples to the sidewalk, laughing. He lets himself lie there for a second before picking himself up and brushing off his jacket. No harm done.]
Hey, that made me sober up! Perfect. Now, where's this park?
[It did not make him sober up. He's still pretty teetery as he walks along. But a little bright spot of subdued pain at contact with the pavement must have cleared the haze for a second or two.]