[Narrative] I was thinking if you were lonely, maybe we could leave here and no one would know.
Somewhere between Fresno and LA, the CB radio in Aaron's El Camino went off, broadcasting what amounted to Longshot (otherwise known as cousin Teddy Barnam)'s dramatic reading of something that's been circulating through every bit of Barnam communicative technology for the past week. At first it made him laugh, because... It fucking had to be a joke, right?
By the time Teddy got to the signed name, Aaron had jerked the El Camino so hard off the side of the road and onto the shoulder, that it was a miracle he didn't take out the railing and go plummeting off the cliff.
"You are shitting me," he gaped. He jerked the CB's microphone off of its stand, and hit the button. "Longshot, this is Ziggy Stardust. Tell me that's just a belated April Fool's Day prank. Over." He released the button with a bit of a flourish, listening to the hiss of static. After a second, a laugh came over the speakers.
"No joke, Z. This is the real deal. Francis got his ass handed to him verbally by our sweet little Taylor. Over"
Teddy always was a dick.
Aaron hit the button again. "What's Big Daddy's status. Over."
"He's still in Louisiana, but he's fightin' mad. They'll be over to Chicago as soon as they clean house with those Bayou rats. Over."
I guess it's too much to hope that they all don't drown in the swamp... "Thanks, Longshot. Over."
"Ain't gonna do anything crazy there are you, Z? Over."
Aaron's only response was to switch the radio to another frequency and then promptly pull the El Camino off the shoulder and back onto the road, his destination switching from LA to Chicago.
"It's gonna be a long drive, Janine," he muttered, patting the dash of the car.
It would probably be worth in it in the long run.
By the time Teddy got to the signed name, Aaron had jerked the El Camino so hard off the side of the road and onto the shoulder, that it was a miracle he didn't take out the railing and go plummeting off the cliff.
"You are shitting me," he gaped. He jerked the CB's microphone off of its stand, and hit the button. "Longshot, this is Ziggy Stardust. Tell me that's just a belated April Fool's Day prank. Over." He released the button with a bit of a flourish, listening to the hiss of static. After a second, a laugh came over the speakers.
"No joke, Z. This is the real deal. Francis got his ass handed to him verbally by our sweet little Taylor. Over"
Teddy always was a dick.
Aaron hit the button again. "What's Big Daddy's status. Over."
"He's still in Louisiana, but he's fightin' mad. They'll be over to Chicago as soon as they clean house with those Bayou rats. Over."
I guess it's too much to hope that they all don't drown in the swamp... "Thanks, Longshot. Over."
"Ain't gonna do anything crazy there are you, Z? Over."
Aaron's only response was to switch the radio to another frequency and then promptly pull the El Camino off the shoulder and back onto the road, his destination switching from LA to Chicago.
"It's gonna be a long drive, Janine," he muttered, patting the dash of the car.
It would probably be worth in it in the long run.