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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:57 pm
*Luke pulls out his wallet and hands Bard his fake I.D. that has a picture of a young man that looks very much like Luke does now. Despite looking beat-up, it was validated November 1999 in the state of Pennsylvania.*
It's not mine, but... it hasn't been mine for four years now. Hasn't stopped me from using it yet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:01 pm
*Bard leans over on his elbows* So what happens when you get pulled over by the cops?
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:07 pm
*Luke pauses to consider the question, then says.* C'mon, it's not like I don't know how to drive the speed limit.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:13 pm
Knowing is half the battle. Doing is the part that keeps you out of jail.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:20 pm
*Luke nods along.* I hear what you're saying. But what I'm saying is I don't want you to try to be a hero and fall asleep at the wheel, either.
*takes back the ID and puts it back in his wallet* At least with this we have a back-up plan.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:28 pm
*Bard finishes his coffee and pours another cup* The backup plan is we find a nice motel somewhere and recharge for a couple hours. It's not that I don't appreciate the offer, but we both could get in serious trouble.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:30 pm
*Before the two can debate the matter further, their waitress returns with their food. She sets Luke's order down in front of Bard and visa versa with a perfunctory warning* Plates're hot.
Anything else for ya?
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:35 pm
Thank you. I think we're good.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:42 pm
*She nods, taking their check from her pocket and setting it on the table.* Taaake yer time.
*That forced smile of hers makes one more brief appearance, and then she's gone again, back to resume her conversation with the cook and ignore the clientele for as long as she can get away with it*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:49 pm
*As the waitress brought their food, another scenario arose in Luke's mind. Soon enough cops were going to be looking for him specifically. The last thing they'd need to see is him with Bard.*
*Luke switches plates with Bard, carefully as she wasn't kidding about them being hot. Luke starts on his eggs and says.*
Well... either way when the caffeine starts to wear off just let me know. *Luke nods outside, to where the snow storm persisted.* The guy in the convenience store told me this mess is supposed to go the same way we are.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:13 am
*Bard butters his toast, then skewers his eggs with the knife and spreads yolk on top of that*
We should probably press on soon then. As soon as post Christmas traffic starts up, it's going to be a nightmare.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:28 am
*Luke works on his hashbrowns.* Yeah. *He glanced down at his watch.* We've only got a couple hours before that picks up.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:35 am
*Bard shovels and entire egg into his mouth and washes it down with some coffee*
It is Sunday, so hopefully some people will go to church before driving out to sit on the highway in a blizzard.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 12:41 am
*Luke eats quickly, finishing off his eggs and most of his hashbrowns.* Or maybe they'll be smart and just wait it out all together.
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