Who: Abby and King What: Driving When: Early morning Where: Entering Shreveport Rating: With his mouth at least PG-13 Status: In progress
Abby was laying in the backseat, attempting to get some rest, they had been on the road for days. Why she had decided to let King drive she had no idea, three times now she'd fallen into the floorboard and every single time she was positive he'd done it on purpose. Pulling herself out of the floor and back across the seat she draped her arm across her face and licked her lips. "One more time King and I swear to god I will shove my hand so far up your ass my hand will work your mouth like a puppet."
She was tired and wanted to be out of the damn truck already. The man was driving her insane, how one single person could have so much to say she just couldn't wrap her brain around. And if his incessant chattering wasn't enough, then there was his shitty taste in music. David Hasselhoff, if she had to listen to one more of his songs she was going to shoot King in the back of the head, that was certain. "Please, tell me we're almost there."
Abby had never heard of this place they were going to and the last place she wanted to be was somewhere South. It was hot, sticky and she'd heard they had bugs that could eat small animals down there. It was just all in all not her cup of tea. Give her the city, loud noises and cold weather any day of the week.