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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 3:47 pm
*Bard gets in the driver's seat. He uncaps the thermos and drinks a quick cup of coffee*
Okay. Here we go.
*he turns the key in the ignition and the Jaguar roars out of the garage and into the snowy streets*
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 3:50 pm
*Luke relaxes a little in his seat.* How long does it take to get to Philadelphia?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:02 pm
You've got me. I've never driven to Philadelphia. But I figure we can take the New York-Chicago Toll Road pretty much the whole way.
*he reaches under the seat and pulls out a hefty spiral-bound book. He hands it to Luke* You let me know if I'm wrong.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:12 pm
*Luke takes the road atlas. Luke checks for overhead lights, but as he is in a convertible there are none. He dug around in the glove compartment until he found a flashlight and then opened the road map. It takes him a few minutes to find the roads leading from Chicago to Philly and then to check their names.*
Yeah. *He confirms.* You're gonna want to take the toll road, until you get to 80 East. Then you're on 80 East through Ohio... *He pauses as he squints down at the map.* Then you'll want to get onto 76 East in Pennsylvania.
*Luke checks the measurements of the blocks on the map.* It's ... about 800 miles.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:19 pm
*Bard whistles* I guess we'll have to drive fast.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 4:37 pm
*Luke did the calculations in his head. 800 miles ... going about 60-65 with ice and snow. They had about thirteen or fourteen hours ahead of them, without holiday traffic.*
No, we're not gonna make it to Philly in time. And like you said, the last thing we need is a car accident. *Luke can't help but smirk to Bard.* Especially in this car.
*adds, thinking to himself* It's okay though. I know where they go.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:29 pm
Alright then, we're agreed on one point. Totaling the car is right out.
*he turns the radio on, but it's blasting Jim Morrison, and so he shuts it off right away. He shifts his focus back to driving, but he gives Luke a sidelong glance*
Here are the rules of the radio. No country. No guys rapping about capping bitches. No Country. No whiny white boys singing creepy songs about their moms. No. Country.
And above all, no Doors.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:40 pm
*A smile curls across his face.* That's fine with me. Could we also add no 15-year-old bitches whining about how their boyfriends don't call? *as an afterthought* And no Coldplay.
Did Coldplay come out yet?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 5:57 pm
*murmurs* There's one good thing about this trip.
Enjoy that blissful ignorance. I wish I didn't know who they were either. *lets out a short laugh as he watches Bard's face* You'll know what I'm talking about in a couple months.
*after a few moments of reflective silence, Luke says* ... You don't like the Doors?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:06 pm
No.
*he turns the car onto I-90 and almost immediately they hit bumper to bumper traffic*
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:12 pm
*Luke raises his eyebrows at Bard's answer. The man doesn't like Jim. He was about to say something about it ... when he sees the traffic jam.*
*He deflates a little as he takes in the after-party traffic.* s**t. *But it wasn't the end of the world. They had time. Luke raises his eyebrows again and jokes a little to Bard.* Merry Christmas, right?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:18 pm
Precisely. It's snowing like the onset of Fimbulwinter, and we are the most sober people on the road. Comforting thought, no?
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:31 pm
*It certainly isn't. Luke makes a small, unhappy noise.* Let's just hope the Hammered McDrinkalot's of Christmas 1999 got their keys taken away.
*Luke watches traffic and says.* Speaking of parties, I am sorry about the way we left Mo's.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:40 pm
Don't worry about it. Maureen meant it when she said she just wants me to be happy, and if she thinks running off with you is part of some conspiracy to enjoy the holiday, so much the better.
*he steps hard on the brakes when some idiot in a black SUV cuts in front of him* Sonnuva. And really, what could be more fun than going 2 miles an hour in zero visibility all the way to Pennsylvania?
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