Comments | bingo_faced: New Mexico / June, 1958 / 07:22

bingo_faced

New Mexico / June, 1958 / 07:22

Mar 14, 2010 16:20

When Calavicci awoke, it was early. Too early to mention. Morning loomed as a concept -- darkness lingering in the pre-dawn hours. The horizon was just taking on some color, showing the contrast between the earth and the sky.

The drinking the evening before, coupled with the ridiculously long day they had shared sent Thrace to bed early. Albert had ( Read more... )

*crack, ^karathrace

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anekanta March 14 2010, 23:36:52 UTC

Kara was grateful for the relative comfort of the ice on her knee - the swelling already seemed to be lessening, and she was sure that once she could get a hot shower, the steam would do the rest of the work. It wasn't a permanent solution, she knew, but the temporary respite from the pain, coupled with her marathon of sleep left her nearly giddy.

"I don't rate breakfast, Lieutenant?" she asked, tipping a half-grin at him. Pointedly, she reached around him and plucked the bottle of liquor from the bedside table. She worked the lid free one-handed and took a long pull. Wiping her lips, she replaced the bottle, and got to her feet. The knee took her weight, but she didn't want to push it, so she approached the en suite slowly, leaning heavily on the wall as she went.

"I'm going to shower. Don't drink that all without me, all right?" Her smile was a bit more tense that time around, but it was sincere. Pulling the door closed behind her, she gratefully climbed out of her clothes and stepped into the shower.

bingo_faced March 15 2010, 00:07:55 UTC

He figured he'd have to be pretty hard-up to finish the bottle before she returned, but he obliged with the comment with an unseen nod anyway. He stood and called through the door, "I'll probably run downstairs and see if I can scare up some clothes and a little food. Don't have too much fun without me." Calavicci wasn't too keen on leaving her on her own, but he definitely needed to get out of uniform if they were going to keep moving together ( ... )

anekanta March 15 2010, 00:20:21 UTC

Kara wasn't half so concerned with wrinkles as her compatriot, and she selected a rumpled button down from the offerings. Pants were more difficult, and her lack of clean underpinnings further complicated things, but she made due with a pair of pajama bottoms tied tightly and a thin tank.

She washed her clothes as best as she could in the bath tub, and by the time Calavicci returned, they were hanging up to dry and she was nursing another glass of the smooth brown liquor. It probably wasn't completely sensible to drink on her empty stomach, but it sure quelled the itch Kara felt to pace and aggravate her injured knee.

bingo_faced March 15 2010, 00:39:24 UTC

Like a routine performed a thousand times, Al tended to cleaning himself up and changing while Kara waited. He certainly had an expression of amusement at her attire, but couldn't deny a certain sensuality in seeing a woman traipsing around in his clothing. Not that he felt he could go as far as to say as much to her (yet,) but he was thinking it pretty seriously as he assessed her.

"Think we might have missed breakfast," he informed her, eyes wandering where they shouldn't. "We could stop somewhere unless you're not feeling up to it." At this point, he would probably eat a horse given the opportunity, but he deferred judgment to her since she was the one on the lamb.

He reclined halfway on the bad, taking the last cigarette and placing it between his lips. "I'd make you somethin' if I had the supplies," he revealed in his most charming manner, keeping the smoke unlit in hopes of preserving it a bit longer.

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Clinton, OK / June, 1958 / 23:15 bingo_faced April 6 2010, 22:30:27 UTC

Clinton, OK / June, 1958 / 23:15The motorcycle had been a good choice. Despite their earlier line of thinking, Bingo suggested Texas was a better choice for dinner, and since they'd just eaten, Thrace seemed game. Their stop-off in Amarillo, Texas was brief. Still, steak was on the menu, and when all was finished, Calavicci thought that Thrace looked like she hadn't had a good, cooked meal in a long, long time ( ... )

anekanta April 6 2010, 23:29:32 UTC

Kara was already working knots out of her hair, and she shook her head no. She took in the sights as she waited - or really, she took in the lack of sights. It was bleak and dark for miles, but the skies above were glittering with stars.

She walked to the edge of the short lot and stretched her leg. From the low throb of music coming from the bar, she presumed this was the only game in town if someone wanted a drink. No matter - she wouldn't need it to sleep tonight; after all day spent clinging to the bike as they flew down the highway, she was exhausted. Still, she wouldn't turn down a drink should the lieutenant offer.

He rejoined her a few minutes later, a cloud of smoke and noise erupting from the doorway behind him. Kara lit a cigarette of her own, shaking out the match and taking a drag. "All set, Mr. Fox?" she asked, struggling to see his features in the dark.

bingo_faced April 7 2010, 00:01:06 UTC

"Ehh..." That probably didn't sounds good. Reaching up to scratch at his head, Bingo found himself suddenly more interested in the stars than answering her question. He knew he could only stall for so long, though. "They said they weren't sure there are any rooms left. Don't know what could be going on in a place like this, but it's going to be 'bout too late for anything if we try for Oklahoma City." Which didn't leave them a lot of options.

Bingo solicited the pack of cigarettes and lit one, tossing the bar match to burn out in the dirt of the parking lot. After a drag, he spoke up again. "Fellow inside said there's a campground here. Couple miles north. We could rough if we don't find anything in town. Or," he added, enticingly, "we could dig up some chow, scare up some drinks and just call it a settled. I'm not real picky," he admitted, though he probably left off "in this case."

anekanta April 7 2010, 00:12:56 UTC

Travel through the desert was one thing, but camping? Even if they found a stand of trees, Kara doubted the frosty night air would do well on her knee. If she couldn't hold the bike with her legs, they were SOL. So that left door number two.

"Let's go inside," she said, nodding toward the bar. "The night's still young." And it wasn't, not really, and if they were going to travel all day tomorrow, she presumed they'd have to sleep at some point (though Kara could remember quite a few times she'd reported after an entire night spent out ( ... )

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bingo_faced April 22 2010, 18:47:55 UTC

They managed to wait almost two hours before making a stop. Most of the ride had been spent seated in a comfortable silence. For once, Bingo didn't mind being out of the driver's seat; Kara had proven herself quite capable. Had it been many other women, he wouldn't have ever given up the keys ( ... )

anekanta April 23 2010, 00:01:37 UTC

Kara took the bill and stashed it in her pocket with a murmured thanks. She'd been quietly keeping track of the notes he used - the numbers were simple enough to grasp, but the cost of things was either ridiculously low in this place or the money was worth an awful lot. Either way, she'd never even seen him use a note marked 'twenty,' she assumed it was worth a lot. She doubted she'd ever be able to repay him - frak, she didn't even know if she'd see him again after tomorrow - but she intended to do her best to do so ( ... )

bingo_faced April 23 2010, 00:37:27 UTC

Bingo smiled at her question. "Guess not." But, of course, he hadn't thought she'd robbed him -- just maybe that she'd slipped away to make it a little easier on both of them. He wouldn't have liked it much, but he wouldn't have blamed her, either. Lots of people liked to solve their problems by just walking away, himself included ( ... )

anekanta April 23 2010, 01:11:49 UTC

"Yeah, 'cause you really agreed with my last selection," Kara laughed, stepping around him, choosing the direction they'd been heading in before they'd parked. She was teasing of course, and she'd be happy to do the honor of picking a place quickly so they could freshen up before dinner. As far as she was concerned, any place that wasn't up a tree had her vote.

There was still a faint glimmer of sunlight competing with the eager stars, and the buildings lining the street were limned in a dark cerulean glow. They'd passed through enough tiny little towns and hamlets that Kara recognized a city when she saw one. It was nothing to compare with home, but at least there were a few more sights to see than a fill station and a bar. No, this place seemed to be teeming with cozy-looking bars, out-of-the-way clubs, and was that... yep, there was even a brothel right there on the main street. It was discreet, but Kara spotted it for what it was straight off, so it wasn't doing that good a job hiding behind the thin veneer of Madame Mathilda's ( ... )

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