"Right," he rolled his eyes and if he weren't intoxicated, he'd have led her out to his car, but for now he just had to wait.
He waiting until he could drive without worry of being pulled over and then took Cassie out to his old, silver ford pickup and forced her into the back seat.
He waiting until he could drive without worry of being pulled over and then took Cassie out to his old, silver ford pickup and forced her into the back seat.
Cassie didn't struggle as he lead her to his pickup truck, she glanced at the door where the sign was and tried to read it. "You expected me to ready that mess?" She asked finally giving up. She was trying to read the rules of the bar, but her dyslexia was causing her major trouble. She has had dyslexia since she was little, and just didn't do anything during school to help her read. As he put her into the back seat, she glanced down at her untied sneakers. "Can you tie my shoe?"
"Nope. You can take off your shoes if you're worried about tripping. I don't feel like getting kicked in the face," Marco grumbled.
"Fine then." Cassie took off her shoes, making sure to drop them outside the truck, and removed her socks too. "How far away is it?" Cassie asked, she was pretty new to this town due to the record she held in the other one.
"Not a jail in this town. Nearest one is about an hour away," he said and watched her carefully in his rear view mirror. If only she was older he would have very much liked to have treated her to a beer and the such, or if he were younger to a more fun date.
"Get comfortabl," he said an started the truck. It was old, but in very good condition. The interior was clean and well kept and the seats were soft. There was even a a sleeping bag and a pillow and blankets on the floor under Cassie's now bare feet, suggesting that he slept in his truck or on the truck bed on nice nights.
"Get comfortabl," he said an started the truck. It was old, but in very good condition. The interior was clean and well kept and the seats were soft. There was even a a sleeping bag and a pillow and blankets on the floor under Cassie's now bare feet, suggesting that he slept in his truck or on the truck bed on nice nights.
"Might as well." Cassie said putting her feet on the seat. "You know that this is pretty dangerous, Me not having a seat belt on and such." She added. Csssie yawned and put her hands behind her head the best she could. (Are the cuffs in front or back?) and started singing Titanium in french quietly. "Vous criez-le, Mais je ne peux pas entendre un mot que vous dites. Je parle fort peu dire, Je suis critiqué, mais tous vos balles ricocher."
(Behind)
He rolled his eyes, "This truck is like wearing a seatbelt. It's reinforced with military grade aluminum. It could get hit by an RPG and be fine," he patted the center console affectionately.
He rolled his eyes, "This truck is like wearing a seatbelt. It's reinforced with military grade aluminum. It could get hit by an RPG and be fine," he patted the center console affectionately.
(Where do you live again?)
(I didn't go to sleep until 5 am so shut up )
"So... Whats you name?" Cassie asked, trying to keep an awkward silence from happening.
"Marco," he responded but didn't bother asking hers. He didn't care really, she was just a kid who had committed a felony and he was Marine, he could care less about who she was.
((So, how we going to play this out? I mean it will get pretty boring if we don't figure something out to do.))
(demon attack on the truck?)
(Sure thing )
Cassie had noticed that it had gotten quieter as they moved farther away from the town. Slight movements could be heard outside the truck, something was there and trying not to be heard. "Speed up." Cassie said casually, glancing behind them. She didn't see the road behind them, only the complete darkness demons bring on their victims.
((Sorry I didn't reply sooner, I'm playing MapleStory))
((Sorry I didn't reply sooner, I'm playing MapleStory))
(you replied 3 minutes after I made that post xD)
Marco didn't need to be told twice, or at all. He was already gradually accelerating before Cassie could tell him to. He couldn't see the demon since the alcohol had worn off, but he could see the darkness enshrouding them.
"Guns tend to work better than swords and they don't get you covered in demon blood," Marco commented and unlocked Cassie's hands with one hand then gave her his gun, "Try not to let it get too close."
Marco didn't need to be told twice, or at all. He was already gradually accelerating before Cassie could tell him to. He couldn't see the demon since the alcohol had worn off, but he could see the darkness enshrouding them.
"Guns tend to work better than swords and they don't get you covered in demon blood," Marco commented and unlocked Cassie's hands with one hand then gave her his gun, "Try not to let it get too close."
(Lol, I didn't see that.... O_o)
"Oh how much fun I will have with this." Cassie said, a smile lighting up her face as she unrolled the window. "Keep steadily accelerating for now." She added before climbing out the window into the truck bed, barefoot. She fired a couple of rounds into the darkness, each one hitting something. Cassie saw a box of ammo sitting wedged into the corner of the truck bed by the cab and quickly opened it, reloading.
"Oh how much fun I will have with this." Cassie said, a smile lighting up her face as she unrolled the window. "Keep steadily accelerating for now." She added before climbing out the window into the truck bed, barefoot. She fired a couple of rounds into the darkness, each one hitting something. Cassie saw a box of ammo sitting wedged into the corner of the truck bed by the cab and quickly opened it, reloading.
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