Re: AHS: Sam A & Cris M
She plucked the bills back, and she handed them to him. "Those don't travel, papi." She pulled a crinkled bill from her skirt pocket, and she tossed it on the counter. Might as well teach him a thing or two about door hopping, yeah?
That was the thought on her mind when she hopped into the borrowed car, dirty bare feet in his lap this time, and she didn't ask for fucking permission or anything. She rolled the windows way down, and it was warm, but the breeze off the water made it feel nice as the sky darkened. She stretched an arm outside, wind and resistance against her skin, and she grinned at him through a tangle of wind-tousled blonde. "Some of us have to work, yeah? Rest days or not, and I never get tired, papi." She didn't look tired. She wasn't jonesing. "The show is open nights on the weekend, yeah? Elsa will open the rides during the day, but she thinks it's cheap to have matinees in the big tent, like it loses some magic or something."
Her toes curled against his thigh. "So, if you go from one door to the other, you can take shit with you, but cheddar doesn't travel. It's like counterfeit in other doors," she explained. "And in case no one told you, listen before you open a strange door. There's zombies and dinosaurs and like places with demons." She motioned around them, the landscape. "Don't come here without me, yeah?" Which she didn't want to say, but she had to. Killer clowns were fine if you knew how to avoid them, and she was pretty sure this was based on some fucked of version of that Gacy guy, which made her so not the serial killer's type, but she didn't want him bringing his kid to the carnival or something.
"Your phone won't work here, your cell, because there's no cell towers in this year, but your journal will always fucking work, wherever the fuck you are, even if it needs batteries or charge or something. And don't bother tossing it. It just comes right the fuck back," she said, trying (and failing) to light a clove with the wind-whip from the open window.