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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
871
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Icafia 21
Chapter by Osmartazzo
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Mercedes whistled \"Hall of the Mountain King\" while leaning
against the side of the truck.
\"Okay, so about this gas-o-leen…\"
Akane looked at the graveled ground. Mercedes turned and looked at
the bar across the way that Sean had walked into. Bebe growled.
\"Fine, I\'ll do it…seems like I have to do everything lousy around
here…\" Akane cursed as she stomped over to the pump. \"Ah crap,
it\'s one of those old-fashioned pumps. Going to need help with
this.\"
\"Can do!\" Mercedes piped up.
\"Sweet,\" Akane replied. \"Now what I need you to do is-\" but her
words fell upon empty air. Mercedes was already entering the
station.
The teen tapped on the counter. \"Excuse me, we need help filling up
our tank!\"
Two men leaning against the other side of the counter turned around
and looked with interest. \"Fill your tank huh?\" One of them
checked her out up and down. \"We can certainly do that. Are you
legal?\"
\"I\'m legal to drive! So I guess that means I am also legal to get
a fill-up. But like I said, I need help.\"
The two servicemen looked at each other quizzically. She wasn\'t
getting the innuendo. Darn. \"Fair enough. Lead us.\"
Mercedes walked normally back to the truck. She didn\'t feel like
being silly in front of these weird men; they were looking at her a
lot more oddly than most people usually do. Bebe read their names
off their shirts. Carl and Joe. Typical gas station names.
\"Oooh, nice…\" Carl said. Bebe hmphed and Akane scowled. Not only
did they have typical gas station names, they were typical gas
station dudes. Beer bellies, unshaven, yellowed teeth, horrible
b.o., and God knows what else. Joe got started on filling the truck.
Bebe said, \"Hmm, well, I don\'t think it takes five people to fill
a tank, soo…Merc and I will see to our sleeping accommodations.
Ciao!\" She grabbed the girl\'s arm and ran towards what appeared to
be a motel or inn.
\"The gas here isn\'t all that great, but we\'re the only place
around for 50 miles.\" Carl bragged. He rubbed his horribly pasty
stomach that was peeking out from underneath his too small striped
shirt. \"So, what is a fine lady like yourself doing around these
parts?\"
Akane shuddered and put a fist up to her mouth. Please be done soon,
I don\'t know how much more I can take of this! Bebe, you owe me one.
Ding. Ding ding. Ding ding ding ding ding ding din-
\"Okay, that\'s ENOUGH!\" Bebe seized the bell and slid it over
towards herself. Mercedes\' head sank in between her shoulders. \"We
need to get you a prescription of Ritalin or something. I don\'t
remember you being so…how do we put this…PSYCHO!?\"
\"Sorry, I\'m just so excited to be away from home and being on the
run,\" Mercedes said softly. \"I love adventures!\"
\"Well I do too but I wouldn\'t count our situation as lovely,\"
Bebe said. An old man came to the front desk.
\"How may I help you ladies tonight?\"
\"We need two double rooms-\" Mercedes\' hand was crawling across
the desk trying to get the bell back; Bebe saw it and promptly
smacked it. Mercedes let out a tiny whine and sunk down to the floor
nursing her reddened hand. \"Please.\"
The old man flipped through his ledger. \"Can do. How many people
are staying?\"
\"Five.\"
\"Names?\"
\"Err…Andrea and Chloe.\"
Mercedes whispered from the floor, \"What kind of names are those?\"
She received a tiny kick in response and went silent. Giving real
names would be a bad move. Best to go pseudo.
\"Allright, that will be…\" he scribbled a bit, \"$1,000.\"
\"What the fuck!?\" Bebe exclaimed. \"That\'s ridi-\" Mercedes
tugged on the bottom of her trenchcoat, forcing her to get down to
her knees to listen to the teen.
\"Might as well pay; after all, no one wants to sleep in the truck
and we don\'t want to get off on the wrong foot with any of the
locals,\" Mercedes whispered.
For once, the girl made some sense. Bebe rolled her eyes and dug
into her pockets. Shit. Not nearly enough. Mercedes popped up and
slapped a stack of bills on the desk. The band with \"$1,000\"
stamped neatly in blue caught the receptionist\'s eye, and he
grinned.
\"Have a nice stay, girls.\"
He went to the wall on the opposite side, picked off two keys from
their hooks, and handed them to the two women. Rooms 280 and 281.
\"Allright. Mer- I mean Chloe, you stand outside and wait for
everyone. I\'ll go check out the rooms and maybe sit down for a bit.
I do still have this bloody gash and all.\"
\"Ohkies. I\'ll try to check that out later, that is, if you let
me.\"
\"Just calm down a little, okay? That\'s all I ask.\" Bebe bit her
lip and a puzzled look came across her face. \"By the way, how did
you get all that money? Rob a bank or something?\"
\"Welllll…\" Mercedes looked up at the ceiling. \"One of those mini
bank dealies at the food store, but nothing big. A `Sugar and
Spice\' type of thing.\"
\"Uh…huh. I\'m just going to go to the room, and…yeah. I think
everyone knows where the inn is. If you need my help, make sure to
come and get me.\"
\"Yes ma\'am!\" Mercedes went outside to wait for the others, and
Bebe gingerly walked up the rickety stairs to the rooms.
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Mercedes whistled \"Hall of the Mountain King\" while leaning
against the side of the truck.
\"Okay, so about this gas-o-leen…\"
Akane looked at the graveled ground. Mercedes turned and looked at
the bar across the way that Sean had walked into. Bebe growled.
\"Fine, I\'ll do it…seems like I have to do everything lousy around
here…\" Akane cursed as she stomped over to the pump. \"Ah crap,
it\'s one of those old-fashioned pumps. Going to need help with
this.\"
\"Can do!\" Mercedes piped up.
\"Sweet,\" Akane replied. \"Now what I need you to do is-\" but her
words fell upon empty air. Mercedes was already entering the
station.
The teen tapped on the counter. \"Excuse me, we need help filling up
our tank!\"
Two men leaning against the other side of the counter turned around
and looked with interest. \"Fill your tank huh?\" One of them
checked her out up and down. \"We can certainly do that. Are you
legal?\"
\"I\'m legal to drive! So I guess that means I am also legal to get
a fill-up. But like I said, I need help.\"
The two servicemen looked at each other quizzically. She wasn\'t
getting the innuendo. Darn. \"Fair enough. Lead us.\"
Mercedes walked normally back to the truck. She didn\'t feel like
being silly in front of these weird men; they were looking at her a
lot more oddly than most people usually do. Bebe read their names
off their shirts. Carl and Joe. Typical gas station names.
\"Oooh, nice…\" Carl said. Bebe hmphed and Akane scowled. Not only
did they have typical gas station names, they were typical gas
station dudes. Beer bellies, unshaven, yellowed teeth, horrible
b.o., and God knows what else. Joe got started on filling the truck.
Bebe said, \"Hmm, well, I don\'t think it takes five people to fill
a tank, soo…Merc and I will see to our sleeping accommodations.
Ciao!\" She grabbed the girl\'s arm and ran towards what appeared to
be a motel or inn.
\"The gas here isn\'t all that great, but we\'re the only place
around for 50 miles.\" Carl bragged. He rubbed his horribly pasty
stomach that was peeking out from underneath his too small striped
shirt. \"So, what is a fine lady like yourself doing around these
parts?\"
Akane shuddered and put a fist up to her mouth. Please be done soon,
I don\'t know how much more I can take of this! Bebe, you owe me one.
Ding. Ding ding. Ding ding ding ding ding ding din-
\"Okay, that\'s ENOUGH!\" Bebe seized the bell and slid it over
towards herself. Mercedes\' head sank in between her shoulders. \"We
need to get you a prescription of Ritalin or something. I don\'t
remember you being so…how do we put this…PSYCHO!?\"
\"Sorry, I\'m just so excited to be away from home and being on the
run,\" Mercedes said softly. \"I love adventures!\"
\"Well I do too but I wouldn\'t count our situation as lovely,\"
Bebe said. An old man came to the front desk.
\"How may I help you ladies tonight?\"
\"We need two double rooms-\" Mercedes\' hand was crawling across
the desk trying to get the bell back; Bebe saw it and promptly
smacked it. Mercedes let out a tiny whine and sunk down to the floor
nursing her reddened hand. \"Please.\"
The old man flipped through his ledger. \"Can do. How many people
are staying?\"
\"Five.\"
\"Names?\"
\"Err…Andrea and Chloe.\"
Mercedes whispered from the floor, \"What kind of names are those?\"
She received a tiny kick in response and went silent. Giving real
names would be a bad move. Best to go pseudo.
\"Allright, that will be…\" he scribbled a bit, \"$1,000.\"
\"What the fuck!?\" Bebe exclaimed. \"That\'s ridi-\" Mercedes
tugged on the bottom of her trenchcoat, forcing her to get down to
her knees to listen to the teen.
\"Might as well pay; after all, no one wants to sleep in the truck
and we don\'t want to get off on the wrong foot with any of the
locals,\" Mercedes whispered.
For once, the girl made some sense. Bebe rolled her eyes and dug
into her pockets. Shit. Not nearly enough. Mercedes popped up and
slapped a stack of bills on the desk. The band with \"$1,000\"
stamped neatly in blue caught the receptionist\'s eye, and he
grinned.
\"Have a nice stay, girls.\"
He went to the wall on the opposite side, picked off two keys from
their hooks, and handed them to the two women. Rooms 280 and 281.
\"Allright. Mer- I mean Chloe, you stand outside and wait for
everyone. I\'ll go check out the rooms and maybe sit down for a bit.
I do still have this bloody gash and all.\"
\"Ohkies. I\'ll try to check that out later, that is, if you let
me.\"
\"Just calm down a little, okay? That\'s all I ask.\" Bebe bit her
lip and a puzzled look came across her face. \"By the way, how did
you get all that money? Rob a bank or something?\"
\"Welllll…\" Mercedes looked up at the ceiling. \"One of those mini
bank dealies at the food store, but nothing big. A `Sugar and
Spice\' type of thing.\"
\"Uh…huh. I\'m just going to go to the room, and…yeah. I think
everyone knows where the inn is. If you need my help, make sure to
come and get me.\"
\"Yes ma\'am!\" Mercedes went outside to wait for the others, and
Bebe gingerly walked up the rickety stairs to the rooms.