Posted at 6:36 am on Aug 31, 2016 by:
Sheri Stull
Going, going, gone!
Somehow Deadblood and Sheri managed to settle back down into sleep until the sunlight cutting through the room’s dusty curtains woke them. After a quick sweep of the room to confirm Red hadn’t somehow made his way back in, the two retreated to the tiny bathroom to get cleaned up, as well as vent their anger from the night before.
Once they were sufficiently refreshed and felt up to the task of dealing with Red and getting back on the road, Sheri set about gathering up their things. Deadblood opened the door, only to be greeted by the sight of Red slouched against the hood of the car, scowling as he washed down a stale donut with a can of beer.
“Well good morning Deadblood. I hope YOU TWO slept well. That back seat sucks, not nearly enough room to spread out. My back is killing me!”
“I don’t want to hear it, Red. You brought it on yourself. I just hope you didn’t leave a mess back there. Sheri will flip.”Deadblood said, shaking his head in disgust.
“I cleaned it up already. Wiped it up with a rag and some beer. Jeez, give me some fucking credit.” Red said, tossing the now empty can over his shoulder and belching loudly. “Those donuts are pretty good. Want me to grab you one?”
“Yeah, sure.” Deadblood said, more to get Red away from the car so he could inspect the backseat before Sheri saw. Red started off towards the office, just as Sheri came out with their bags.
“You sure you don’t want to just ditch him, Champ? We could just get in, and take off.” She said, setting the bags down for Deadblood to load into the trunk. He shook his head, peering through the window at the back seat. It appeared clean enough, but he didn’t like to think about what Red had done back there nor what Sheri would do if she found out.
“No, we’ve made it this far. It’ll be over soon enough. I hope so, anyway.” He replied, as Red reappeared from the office, walking briskly and clutching an entire box of donuts.
"Might be a good time to get out of here. The manager's going on about beer cans thrown everywhere and complaints about peeping toms. I don't know why he's so pissed. If he didn't want cans everywhere he could have set out a few trashcans, and I was pretty sure no one saw me last night. Come to think about it, if they saw me, why didn't they say something right then?! THAT could have been interesting!"
