evil woman, don't you play your games with me Who: Marina Kovalenka, Rodeo Hawkins, and Marcus Caravahlo Where: Downtown Austin / The Dog Park What: Rodeo runs across a Damsel in Distress. When: Afternoon, June 19.
The duffel bag strapped to Rodeo's back is making a fucking racket. He should have left the bottles of whiskey from the liquor store where he found them, should have come back with a cage to load them all in, but he's a doggone fool and he always has been. He loaded all the bottles he could fit into his duffel, and the bottles keep clattering cacophonously against each other. Even worse is that they're throwing him off balance, and he feels disconcertingly out of sorts on the back of Kali as she growls down the road. He'd usually be speeding on to his next stop by now, but he can't move half as fast as he normally would. The bottles are weighing him down. He wants them to stop shifting across his back at every turn.
As he takes another corner and feels the duffel bag slide noisily across his back to thud against this side, Rodeo grunts in irritation and finally stops the bike. He usually tries not to pull over on his route, because the the snarling roar of his bike is a sure-fire way to attract the geeks, but he just can't take this anymore. He grabs at the strap of his duffel bag, digging his callused fingers into the section that passes through the plastic adjuster, trying to shorten the strap he has across his chest. If the damn thing was at least a little more tight, it wouldn't barrel back and forth across his back so much.
He stays straddling his bike as it idles, fingers working on the strap but his eyes casting around. He waits for the geeks to start approaching-- or, if they don't find him first, the kind of enemy that comes with a gun and a badge or with vacant junkie eyes and a subterranean pallor. He remains vigilant while he struggles to find a solution to his Duffel Full o' Whiskey issue, waiting for trouble to find him.