you've got a ticket with anywhere on it

[dodyrecs]

#27 [on the road]

• Slow Like Honey by danawoods (Oz/Lindsey): They drive in silence for the most part, and that's the way they both like it. Thick and quiet, with words unspoken getting pulled out through the open windows of Lindsey's truck. Lindsey's had a dozen years or so of words, made a lot of money with how good he was with them, got a lot of really bad people off the hook with them. So silence is welcome, just like everything that's different is.
• The Curve Of Your Lips Rewrite History by katemonkey (Oz/Xander): I woke up alone, in a fleabag truck stop motel in Needles. The air conditioner growled in the window, turned up to full blast and only making
  the room a few degrees cooler than outside.
• Find the River by seanarenay (Oz/Wes): Chicago. He could work a pretzel stand. Des Moines. He could be a fry cook. Denver. He could operate a ski lift. Vegas. He could be a blackjack dealer. Or a prostitute. Well, okay, that wasn't too likely. But options were good.
• You Will Drive With Your Evil Hand by gatefiction (Lindsey): You'll drive to Vegas, to try and find yourself by way of excessive gambling.
  You'll have a hard time playing Black Jack, you'll fail at "24", and you'll end up with a lot of small change, playing the one-armed bandits and you'll pretend to have fun, for a while.
• Remembering Amnesia by melymbrosia (Wes/Lilah): He left the last place in the world he wants to be yesterday evening, and at some point he's going to have to (face her again) go back. When he thinks about it, it gets hard to breathe. He stops thinking about it.