InsaneJournal

Driving out a full three and a half hours away in the dead of night was not the cleverest of ideas. If he had used that little voice in his head that said 'hell to the no' he would have stayed perfectly content in his little Boston hole in the wall. He'd cleaned out his refrigerator during an all out grossed out parody moment, and found himself hungry and too bothered to go down the street to the food mart.

BUT he could go to damn New York in a van. In the night. For the lure of a woman. What part of this didn't scream 'your mid life crisis is happening all over again'. Only this time you might get the Porsche at the end of the deal. Kayla was that Porsche at the moment, and she had to have some pretty hard tactic going on to drag him out again. Food? That was just the sugary icing on top.

Once he pulled up to the familiar ground, a full four hours later for the fact that he still had no sense of direction on the New York rubber band ball that it called a map. He beat his forehead against the steering wheel, that little beep beep of the horn going off a few times. He'd made it this far, was it too late to run again? Squinting one eye up towards her window he took a deep breath and hopped out of the van. That was it, the woman had to have like some succubus pheromones hoovering around. This just wasn't normal. Not for him.