Somewhere in Kansas- Sunday night
Technically, Flo was no more. Technically. As it turned out, it was easier saying "Kiss my grits" than it was to explain smacking a customer who you thought was getting handsy but was really only reaching to accept a ketchup bottle from the kind person at the next table while your ass just so happened to be in the way. So, long story short, Annie didn't have a job anymore. But she had earned enough to get a ticket the rest of the way to Denver, where she'd be able to get her stuff and a refund and get home.
She'd kept Flo's nametag, though. Hush.
So it was back on a bus headed west, free of creepy guys. The old woman who'd talked to herself had been sort of entertaining, even. And eventually Annie drifted off for what she said was a nap but should probably be real sleep.
She woke up when the bus hit a bump, and blinked away sleep before her gaze fell on the seat kiddie corner from her. A seat which just so happened to contain a can of split pea and ham soup.
Annie stared at it.
It didn't move.
Annie bolted up to look for another seat.
[Once again, the soup thing is all dollpocalypse's fault. Alllllll.]
She'd kept Flo's nametag, though. Hush.
So it was back on a bus headed west, free of creepy guys. The old woman who'd talked to herself had been sort of entertaining, even. And eventually Annie drifted off for what she said was a nap but should probably be real sleep.
She woke up when the bus hit a bump, and blinked away sleep before her gaze fell on the seat kiddie corner from her. A seat which just so happened to contain a can of split pea and ham soup.
Annie stared at it.
It didn't move.
Annie bolted up to look for another seat.
[Once again, the soup thing is all dollpocalypse's fault. Alllllll.]