Our good friend Rand (RP for the Winchesters)
Alec lay sprawled across the sofa in the living room. Amazingly he hadn't completely ruined it. It totally sagged at on end and there were small holes and tears from his cramping, clawing fingers, but it was still sit-able. Still comfortable.
Which was good because that horrid ground glass feeling and stiff ache in his muscles and joints would cling to him like an overzealous limpet for the next few days. He was all about lolling about today. Maybe he could find a limpet. J asked for something oceany.
He had a cold chili dog from last night in his left hand. He was starving after missing a couple of meals. He had a Rand McNally road atlas in his open over his lap and a highlighter in hand. He had been trying to plan their trip back across the country. He knew the road. He knew the speed traps and the pot holes, and every twist and turn. He was just realizing though. That he only knew of two motels and they were crappy ones. So not cool for the Hell Cats.
"Perfect friggen memory and the only place I can think of to sleep at is Bessie's Beer and Bed. So uncool."
Which was good because that horrid ground glass feeling and stiff ache in his muscles and joints would cling to him like an overzealous limpet for the next few days. He was all about lolling about today. Maybe he could find a limpet. J asked for something oceany.
He had a cold chili dog from last night in his left hand. He was starving after missing a couple of meals. He had a Rand McNally road atlas in his open over his lap and a highlighter in hand. He had been trying to plan their trip back across the country. He knew the road. He knew the speed traps and the pot holes, and every twist and turn. He was just realizing though. That he only knew of two motels and they were crappy ones. So not cool for the Hell Cats.
"Perfect friggen memory and the only place I can think of to sleep at is Bessie's Beer and Bed. So uncool."