Re: Driving: Marta and Travis
[Self-doubt and bad memories seemed to be what Marta was made up of these days - forget sugar and spice and all that shit. It felt like she was getting better about some of it, but it was a slow process that she wasn't very good at. She didn't have practice from her younger years - it had all really started going to hell once she got a little older. So she was very glad to have met Travis, who seemed to understand at least some of what went on in her head.
Maybe the car had seen better days, but...] I don't care. I've seen better days too. [She gave him a smile, closed-lipped but real and showing by a little glint in her eyes. Once she was settled, she glanced down at the make-do stereo but she hadn't brought any cds with her, so she just fiddled a little with the dials until she could find a radio station that was playing some classic rock (things she recognized from some of the strippers' routines from way back when). She let it play, but adjusted the volume so that it wasn't too loud in the small space of the car. Music adjusted, she kept herself turned toward the driver's side and leaned her head against the seat's headrest. Her seatbelt wasn't fastened, and she shifted her gaze from the windshield to the driver's window to the side of Travis' profile.]
I didn't really have anywhere in mind. I don't know too many places around here. I just... didn't want to stay in the house tonight. [Or most nights, really, once her brain started fucking her with memories - some real and some manufactured from pieces she couldn't quite fit together. With the silence in the car, she closed her eyes (it'd been a long time since she'd hung out with anyone too) and listened to the low murmur of the commercial that had cut in between the songs.] You could just keep driving. I won't mind.