Road Trip Rewritten! IC

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Shay was thrilled. She had finally gotten the old van up and running and was about to set out on her first real adventure. As she pulled her hair into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, she glanced down at her collection of travel guides and pamphlets highlighting hot spots in each state. She did a little dance and grabbed up all of her supplies, packing them into her massive shoulder bag. Her back pack and bedding was already loaded up into the back of the van and she was almost ready to set out.

Her first stop was... Hell, she didn't even know. She was just going to start from her Michigan home and see where the road took her. She had a map in the car and would check it at the end of every day. That was as far as her plan went.

She walked out into the kitchen and smiled at her dog, Lilith. The mini collie jumped about with excitement. "Ready to go Lil?" Shay asked with excitement. She looked around. The house was cleaned, spotless, and almost looked as if no one was living here. She had already given her neighbor a key with instructions to shut everything back if she wasn't back by the time the nights started getting cold.

Walking out into the hot July sun, Shay shielded her eyes as she glanced up at the perfect sky. She danced a little again and loaded Lilith and the last of her bags into the back of the car. Things were about to change.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

(Link to the OOC below)

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=74250344&posted=1#post74250344

 

[JesterofTortuga]

The night air was hot and humid drawing large gatherings into the bar turning it into a madhouse or cliques and groups. The house band on as the rhythmic pounding of guitars sent pulses of liveliness consisting of dancing, grinding, singing and drinking raising through the dance floor. Quinn stood behind the bar cloth in hand cleaning up a spill from the counter top during a brief break between customers. A giggling gaggle of intoxicated girls made there way over to the bar.

"God could you believe that bitch on the dance floor?"

"I know right, bet she is just super jelly she cant keep up with all of this." a tall redhead boasted as she raised her hands her head and began to gyrate her body in slow steady up and down motions causing the other girls she was with to laugh.

"And could you believe the way Chad had his hands all over?"

"I dont even care anymore." a short blonde with angular features interjected far too quickly and harshly.

Quinn turned his attention to the group of women at the bar his long hair dangling over a blue banded that he had folded up and wrapped around his head similar to something an action hero would wear in the 80's.

"Well rule number seven around these parts says don't touch the women, but they can grab whoever they want to." Quinn said with a sly smile and a quick wink of the eye causing a couple of girls to laugh flirtatiously. "Besides from what I saw nobody was quite dancing, grooving and getting down like you ladies out there. Now what can I get you lovely ladies this evening?"

"Shots!" the girls all declared in one unanimous voice.

"One round of the good stuff coming up." Quinn said while grabbing and spinning a bottle in his hand before laying out several small shot glasses.

 

[Wolfias]

Cindy was singing along to Tiny Dancer came from the speakers of a zebra print tablet sitting on a cheap nightstand. A window unit put out a nice cool breeze rustling the Dorm rooms sheer curtains, it felt good on the young grad students fair freckled skin. It was going to be really great when she escapes the rigors of studying, fieldwork and a part time job at a local Bar. Michigan State wasn't cheap but worth every cent.

She was busy packing the backpack, with a grunt the last of her things barely fit inside it. At last everything was finally packed, so she steps back with a satisfied gleam in her pretty hazel eyes. Placing her hands on her hips "Well that's done...what's next?'' A pesky red lock of curly hair fell over her eyes, taking hold of the wayward curl with a wry grin.

''I swear...one of these days and...Snip!'' With a quick puff from full pink lips, the hair gets blown out of her freckled face. A vibration from the back pocket of a pair of Daisy Dukes gets her attention. Tugging her Cell from the hip pocket to answer it ''Hello?'' Her roomie as usual left Cindy hanging at the last second. ''C'mon Jewel...ya promised! how am I going to'' CLICK ''What a Bitch!...I would get the evil roomie from hell.''

Growling Cindy pulls on her backpack, grabs her tablet, storming out slamming the door behind her. ''I will fucking hitchhike if I have to!'' She puts a sun hat on along with a pair of vintage wayfarers against the glare of a hot July sun. Feeling the heat she was glad she recently purchased the cool white vintage peasant top, daisy dukes and hemp sandals.

It suddenly dawns on Cindy that her Cousin Lisa is friends with Shay, who just happens to be going on a road trip today of all days. She calls Lisa and gets right to the point. ''Will you please call Shay and try to talk her into letting me travel along with?...I can pay my own way and contribute a little cash.''

 

[TertiusHuman]

Chris Gray

He looked out over the mash up of bodies, people dancing, people talking, people drinking, couples kissing and even some polite groping going on. As long as nobody stepped out of line, he could stay where he was. Controlling the inflow of people with polite checks and making sure that the peace was kept.

He always admired Quinn, the ease with which he handled people and managed to talk to just about anybody and seem to be everybody's friend. That was a skill that Chris didn't have. He could be polite yes, but beyond that point he was so sociably awkward that it bordered on impoliteness.

His gaze drifted away, searching out trouble. He realized that he was actively looking for a fight...wasn't that bad now was it? He smiled silently to himself. The computer programmer with skinned knuckles. Yeah he was a true paradox.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Shay was cruising towards the on-ramp for the freeway when her cell rang. She pulled over to answer it and was greeted by a cheery female voice.

"I hate to ask it, but I know you are going to be on the road for a while, considering I am watching your place." There was no mistaking Lisa's hesitant but pleading voice.

"What's up, girl?" Shay loved the woman with all her heart, and hoped Lisa knew she could ask anything of her.

"My cousin, Cindy, is heading out from university for a while, and honestly? I am worried about her. She wanted me to ask if you could give her a ride, but I was also hoping you could keep an eye on her. She tends to let her adventurous side get the best of her."

Sounded like someone else Shay knew, but she bit back the remark, eagerly agreeing to pick up the student on her way through. she admitted, it would be at least three hours before she could make it to the downstate area. She begged Lisa to make sure her cousin stayed put. Shay wanted to be heading West as soon as she could. She hung up the phone and got back on the road, bound for U of M.

 

[JesterofTortuga]

The night continued to be a hit as Quinn served customer after customer poured drink after drink listened to enough drunken confabulations to write a book. A lone women sat at the end of the bar she stared down at her drink her make slightly smudged and runny on her olive skin. Her hand twirled a straw around in her empty drunk causing the ice cubs to rattle and turn over themselves the fluid motion of the straw around the cup was almost akin to a solo figure dancing. Placing a rag on the bar top Quinn wiped down the counter top slowly making his way down to her.

Upon reaching her he fussed about behind the bar grabbing a glass adding ice cubes and pouring various liquids into topping it all off with one of those little umbrellas.

"Can I cut in on a dance?" he swapping her empty drink for the full freshly prepared one. She quickly fished through her purse. "It's on the house." Quinn quickly added his voice slightly coarse and authoritative yet with a hint of softness underlining it.

"In that case can we make it a tequila?" she weakly smiled at him through red eyes.

"You wont find what you're looking for in that little Mexican, tears dont mix well with those from an agave plant. I've danced with him myself and he's never been a friend."

"Sorry it's just..."

"Been a long night?" he said finishing the sentence for her.

"Yeah, you could say that." She shifted in her seat as she chewed on her bottom lip deciding weather or not to open up to the stranger behind the bar "I just, just learned so much about who I thought was my Lancelot tonight..."

The mention of the Knight took him back many years as the memories of her and his actions came flooding back. He caught the odd word the customer was saying mostly alluding to the image of a Knight in shiny armor riding up to save the day on a white horse. Caught off guard Quinn found himself looking at the bars exit longing for more distance, to run away from what he did to her. His actions making him a very different kind of knight.

 

[Wolfias]

Cindy heads for the park that was just a quarter mile from the Dorm, but she needed a place to relax. Entering the park she ran delicate fingers over the Rose bushes, the petals were like silk beneath her fingertips. Smiling as a Ladybug skitters onto the back of her freckled hand, nudging the tiny beetle it took flight as she crosses the pond bridge. A large Oak cast a cool inviting shade onto the cool green grass that lies beneath it's long gnarled outstretched limbs.

Reaching the edge of the shaded area she slips off her hemp sandals to feel the cool grass against the soles of her pale feet. Giggling softly stretching her toned arms out she lay her back red hair flowing when she twirls about slowly like a little girl. Falling rather lazily onto her back sprawling herself haphazardly upon the nice soft neatly manicured verdant carpet. ''Ahhh....now this is just what I needed.'' Breathing deeply of the fresh air.

At the moment of utmost relaxation her cell phone vibrates under her, tugging it from a back pocket to see who's calling with anticipation. ''Hello...?'' The face of a several years older beautiful honey blonde version of herself greets Cindy. ''Where are you Cuz?'' Lisa I'm still on campus...where else would I be? Turning her phone to speaker put her arm behind her head watching her cousin speak.

''I never know with you Cindy...you're so...so unpredictable at times. She listens arching a brow. ''Oh look who's talking, Miss where's Waldo?'' Lisa gasped hearing this. ''I..I was never like that at all.'' Cindy snickers at her cousins denial. ''Anyway..what did Shay say..I get a ride?'' Staring at her cousin wearing a silly smirk on her face. ''Yes...she's going to watch out for you.'' This time it was Cindy's turn to gasp. ''You What...?! I'm 23 years old for fucks sake!'' Lisa giggles at her outburst. ''That's right...you have a babysitter...better get used to it Cuz.''

Cindy's brows knit together as freckled cheeks grew flush fuming at her cousins audacity. ''When's she gonna get here... Benedict Arnold?'' ''She said stay put...don't go anywhere.'' Rolling her twinkling green eyes at her cousins over protectiveness. ''You gave her my cell number...right Lisa?'' A mischievous grin appears on the feisty redheads pretty face as the excitement to escape for awhile grew. ''What's Shay's number? 100-123-4321 Thanks sis. Writing it on her hand. "Well...if it's anything like when you and Shay used to go out. I am going to have one helluva time Cuz.'' Cindy brings the phone closer to her face giggling. Puckering up she places a big fat kiss upon her phones screen. ''Mwah luvya Cuz BuBye.''

 

[gearhead73]

'Michigan! I fucking hate this place' Randy thought to himself as he trudged along Plymouth Rd. His most recent dismissal from Rogue Park Golf Course was just the latest in a string of jobs that had gone nowhere since he had entered the state. Adding insult to injury, he had stomped off yelling the words Go fuck yourselfto his now former boss without collecting his final paycheck.

"If that bastard would just listen once in a while." he grumbled as he kicked at a small stone laying just left of the white line that he was walking along.

Randy had actually liked this job. He managed to get on the grounds crew about a month ago and has fallen into the routine of steady work rather quickly. The best part of the job, was that the cheap fuck that managed the place never spent a dime on new equipment. That, in turn, meant that Randy was able to spend the bulk of his time using skills that were right in his wheelhouse. The only real downside was that sometimes, regardless of how talented you were, there were some things that just couldn't be fixed. That particular nugget of knowledge had led to this latest, and by far the most animated, argument between himself and the general manager Garret Douche-man. That was the pet name that Randy had for him, Douche-man. As he strode along the road, he figured that the brandishing of that name during the shouting match had been the real cause of his termination.

A smile crept across his lips as he remembered that moment, but then faded as he look at the stretch of road ahead of him illuminated by a sun that seemed to be shining particularly warm today. It was a long way to Ann Arbor, but he was in no hurry and he had enough cash from his last check to buy food and lodging, as long as he was thrifty, for the nest few days. Hopefully, his next opportunity was just around the bend.

 

[TertiusHuman]

Chris Gray

As usual things was quiet, there was the thumping music and the dancing bodies. That was all there was. He shifted his position, looking out of the double doors. It had been a long night and he couldn't wait to get to his apartment to grab a shower and some sack time.

To break his train of thoughts, he looked back at the interior, all was as it should be. He picked up the bottle of water which stood next to the door and finished it. Drawing the attention of his partner in crime, he motioned the empty bottle and left his post.

Walking up to the bar, he managed to catch the woman lament about a man. He grinned inwardly and placed the empty bottle on the counter, "Sorry to interupt Quinn, could you fill her up please?"

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Shay was cruising down the black top, windows down. One hour down, at LEAST two to go. She huffed, cranking up the radio, her Miranda Lambert CD blaring out her open windows. Lillith wagged her tail happily in the back seat where her paws rested on the edge of a window that was further up. Her long hair blew easy in the wind. Shay looked down and huffed.

"Shit," she mumbled. "Forgot to fill up the gas tank this morning. The price paid for such a hurried escape, eh Lil?"

She pulled off at the next exit and into a tiny gas station. She deftly opened her tank and began fueling, tapping her sandaled foot on the hot cement. She caught a glimpse of the cute attendant watching her from the window and she flipped her hair as she moved around, hanging the pump back up. "Back in a sec, girl," Shay said to the collie.

She waltzed in, scanning the aisles for some cold drinks and light snacks for her front seat. More specifically, a pack of gum which she had forgotten before she left.

 

[JesterofTortuga]

The mascara smeared beauty had continued to talk about the man who had let her down for the umpteenth time mere hours ago and boy could she talk. Quinn slowly began to drift off as the more she talked the more he thought about one of the last times he had seen her, they were sitting on his tailgate just star gazing and for that brief moment everything was right in the world before it all went tumbling down. Before he knew what had happened Quinn found himself running away down the I-35 in the pouring rain riding shotgun to all the thoughts on his mind.

"Sorry to interupt Quinn, could you fill her up please?"

The bouncer broke his train of thought probably for the better he raised his index finger to Chris to indicate he needed a moment before brushing the hair of the womens face and leaning in to whisper in her ear,

"Go find someone who when you are feeling wrong makes you feel right and realizes how lucky they are to be lying with you at night. Forget the tool who is using you as a side dish. You are more than he deserves."

And with he gave her a gentle smile before turning his attention to Chris and grabbing the bottle off him to fill up with water.

"You'll have to forgive for that Chris, this job is never at times."

 

[TertiusHuman]

Chris grinned at Quinn, "Having pretty ladies crying on my shoulder. You are the envy of a lot of men."

He snagged the full bottle and gave Quinn a one-finger salute, realized that the woman had heard him say that she is pretty and self-consciously slipped away from the bar and back to his spot ar the door. Moving a bit so that he stood more on the outside, he undid the button on his shirt and pulled the tie a bit looser.

Keep calm.

Breathe...

And after a few minutes he moved back into the doorway, feeling much better

 

[Wolfias]

Having fallen asleep on cool grass in the dappled shade beneath the huge Oak Cindy woke with a start. Blinking sleep from pretty hazel eyes she yawns stretching her toned arms. Quickly looking at the vintage wide leather wristband Timex. "Shit!, Shay's going to be here anytime now." Pulling on the backpack buckling the belt at her midriff she grabs her phone and sunhat.

Running up the pathway over the bridge and hurdles an elderly woman's terrier, only to go through a great big spider web. Spluttering tearing the web from her face and curly red locks saying "Ew! Ew! Ew! Fuckin spider web! You would build in my way!" Finding the offending critter Cindy put her back on a tree. "Remember, you owe me now." Plucks the last of the web from an ear, rapidly shaking her hand to get it off of her fingers.

Leaving the park heading back in the direction of the Dorm she dials Shays number. "Hope she picks up!" After ringing quite awhile it goes to voicemail she hears Shays sweet voice. "Shay, it's Lisa's little sister Cindy. How close are you to M State? I'll be at the pub closet to campus, you really can't miss it."

Moving at a fast pace she was used to being a cross country runner, passing through the Michigan State University gate. 15 minutes later she reaches the pub she slows to a walk as not to cramp up. Stretches a moment before entering she wasn't carded for once. Skirting the dance floor reaches the bar, removing the backpack plunking it down. Cindy plops on a stool she has to speak up over the music "Draft and Tonic water please?"