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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 4:47 pm
Probably not. I'm sure she would never forgive me for handing you your a** that time.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 4:53 pm
*immediately* Oh shut up, old man. Don't even give me that. Your a** was hangin on the ropes, hurtin' big time. I saw you. You were done.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 4:58 pm
Of course I was done. I'm not going to hit a poor kid while he's crying for his mom.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 5:05 pm
I'd love to believe your bullshit, but I think your memory's a little hazy. You know that happens sometimes. To old people.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 5:09 pm
I don't expect you to believe me. Memory loss is common after significant head trauma.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 5:18 pm
*Luke pauses. The offhand comment gives him a sudden reminder as to his reasons for coming there. But he darkens for only a moment or two. He shakes his head a little and cowboys back out of it with a smirk.*
... Yeah well. You need a reminder, old man, I can give you one. I'd hate to school your a** again, but if you really want a rematch *mock siigh* you just let me know.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 5:22 pm
I'll keep that in mind, Junior.
*He glances at a road sign, half encrusted with snow*
Oasis just up ahead. I'm going to fill the tank.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 5:26 pm
Good call. *It occured to Luke that they knew just as much about how many road stops were along the way, as they did toll booths.*
*The Jag pulls into the rest stop, following signs for "Cars" towards a Shell Station.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:32 pm
*Bard pulls up to the pumps and steps out of the car. He stretches. The snow is still really coming down. Maybe it's going to come with them all the way to Pennsylvania. He watches the snow a moment, and then he grabs the fuel hose and begins filling the car with premium*
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 5:06 pm
*Luke puts his gloves and hat on. As an afterthought, he grabs Bard's coffee thermos, which was also running on empty, and gets out of the car. Luke stretches and jumps a little in place to warm himself up. When Bard goes to gas up, Luke points the thermos towards the convenience store.* I'll be right back.
*As Luke walks towards the store, he also watches as the snow falls ceaselessly. Luke's breath fogs in front of him as he sighs. That was gonna ******** things up if it followed them. But... if they could drive the Jag in this weather, they could drive a Jeep Cherokee or whatever else could take the snow in Pennsylvania.*
*This is the one of the first moments Luke's had to himself, and questions about this entire trip start to arise in his mind. They are ones he doesn't appreciate and is quick to shake them away.*
*He walks inside the warmth of the store and fills up the thermos with black coffee. He takes it up to the register and a short Asian man smiles to him.* "That will be 2.09."
*Luke handed the man the money and nodded outside.* "It's really comin' down out there."
"Yes. Big storm but not unusual for this time of year." *He handed Luke back his change.* "You are not from Indiana, hm?"
*Luke smiled a little.* "No, sir... I'm headed to Pennsylvania. Do you know how long it's supposed to keep going like this?"
"Storm will pass through here by late morning, but ... it is heading in your direction."
*Luke's smile withered at that.* "Awesome... Yeah, that's what I was afraid might happen."
"You drive carefully. Keep warm."
*Luke held up the thermos.* "That's what this is for. Thanks."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 5:46 pm
*Bard steps up to the counter, next to Luke* Got everything you need? Oh, I'm at Pump #3.
"Jaguar? That you? Nice car. $15.93 please."
Thanks. *Bard pulls out his wallet and hands him a $20 bill*
"You drive that in this weather? You are crazy. Good taste, but crazy. $4.07 is your change. Thank you."
*The man hands him back four dollars, a nickel, and two pennies. Bard leaves the change in the penny tray on the counter and puts the singles back in his wallet* Crazy is the perfect word to describe us.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 5:54 pm
*Luke smiles sideways and nods to that. He waits until they are back outside to say.* It was so hard not to say - You think that's crazy? Give me $10 and I'll tell you who wins the next election.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:05 pm
Didn't we already go over that, Mr. McFly?
*As he opens the Jaguar's driver side door, he nods over to a truck stop at the other end of the oasis. Through the swirling snow, the sign reads "MABEL'S - OPEN 24 HOURS" in bright blue and red letters. The "E" flickers in that arcane form of Morse code known only to lighted signs*
You hungry?
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:14 pm
*Luke looks at the sign in the near distance and nods.* Yeah. *He looks down at his watch and chuckles.* It's getting past dinnertime.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:38 pm
The last thing I ate was a cracker the identity of whose topping I don't care to speculate. I haven't really eaten since lunch.
*they get in the car and drive over to the truck stop*
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