|
|
Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 10, 2008 10:00:44 GMT -8
Ah, a breakup. One of the few things in life that Delilah hadn't experienced. What's that, you say? "Delilah and Rem broke up?" Well, if you're wondering, it had been her fault, and she knew it; she just wasn't ready to take that extra step yet, the step Rem thought they were ready for. But, Rem hadn't reacted all that well, as expected, to be perfectly honest. She didn't mean to force a rift between them, but...
Delilah snorted and flicked on the radio in the cab, blaring pink so loudly, every word could be heard through the cab of the steamroller she was driving.
"--Guess I just lost my husband,
I dunno where he went.
So, I'm gonna drink his money,
I'm not gonna pay his rent."
The mechanic grinned sideways at the song, and took a swig of the beer she was holding, tapping her foot (and the accelerator pedal) in time with the bea--
Wait...STEAM ROLLER?
Borrowed from Letz Shake (it's better not to know where he got it) Delilah was, indeed cruising down the main highway in a steam roller, going no more than 20Mph. Was she holding up traffic? You bet she was. And she was in the left hand lane to boot.
...What? There was an off ramp up ahead that she needed to take.
Delilah was one of those people who did not handle bad news well. When she found her dead father, she freaked out for nearly ten more years before her mother sent her off to Long Island. When her mother then died, she had left without a word for five months to travel. And now, part ashamed of herself, part angry, part...well, lets be honest here drunk, she was taking out her overflowing emotions on the road. And on her liver.
Draining the last of her beer, she tossed the empty bottle out the window casually, unable to hear it shatter over the booming bass. The mechanic looked back at Arim, slightly glassy eyed, but oddly, still feeling rather sober. "So...How're you?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Arim Urem'der on Dec 10, 2008 10:29:02 GMT -8
Likewise to Deilah, Arim had been one to never experience a breakup as well. Fortunately and Unfortunately, she wasn't experiencing just that, oh no... it was something for different than that. Arim lived with both of them, and now she had to deal with the two separated friends. Arim, being the fretful and caring thing she was, watched over Delilah like an over-protective mother. Delilah had a cool head on her shoulders, she gave off an air similar to a disciplined student. Delilah knew full well what she was doing, and could handle any curve balls thrown your way...
--Except for this one.
This proverbial curve ball hit Delilah smack in the face.
And
it
hit
her
HARD.
Arim was sitting behind Delilah, clinging to the back of her seat. Her teeth bit her bottom lip so lightly her lips were going blue. Let's not beat around the bush, Arim was scared out of her wits. Why was she there, exactly? You know. Delilah could hurt people, or worse, herself. The blaring music made the teen put her hands against her ears and cringe.
"I got a brand new attitude
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I wanna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight"
"For the love of the Gods..." Arim muttered to herself before placing her hands back onto the seat. A blast of a horn caught her attention, making her promptly turn around to see the source of the noise. Several cars were backed up behind them, in the passing lane, blaring a medley of horns and swears at the steam roller. "I'm going to die..." Arim laughed nervously before turning back to Delilah.
"Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna start a fight
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
I wanna start a fight"
In turn, Delilah looked back at her. It was easy to tell she looked tipsy already, yet she still held some of her wits... at least.
"So... how're you?"
Arim cleared her throat, "Delilah, We're in a steamroller... on a highway... blocking off traffic and you're DRINKING! You're going to die of cirrhosis by the hour! How do you think I am?" [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Delilah A. Black on Dec 10, 2008 11:04:18 GMT -8
Delilah grinned back at her friend. "Great! I'm glad you're doin' well. Me? Not s'much." she shook her head sadly and turned back to the road in front of her, humming along in tune with the music.
"So what?!
I'm still a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't neeeed yooooou!"
She burst out laughing at that, but it was completely mirthless. "Aaahhh...I like this chick. Wassername?" She thought about it for a sec, then waved her hand dismissively. "Doesn't matter, so long as she gets her drink, am I right Arim?" she laughed again, shaking her head pitifully.
A car whipped past the steam roller, blaring it's horn in a clear expression of rage, to which Delilah promptly replied with the middle finger, and pushing the throttle in all the way, in an attempt to run the guy over. Unfortunetly, the sedan was much faster than a steam roller, and soon evaded the half-drunk mechanic. She looked disgruntled for a moment, then settled back into her former pace of 20mph, much to the chagrin of the drivers behind her. Not that she cared or anything. The world could pretty much go fuck itself right about now; she was done feeling.
The tone of her thoughts changed as she noticed a liquor store located along the side of the road, in a strip mall.
"..."
-Griiiiiin-
Smiling broadly, Delilah quickly cranked the wheel and drove across all four lanes of traffic to get to the off ramp in time. "How's about a detour?" She chimed, flooring it up the off ramp and turning into the strip mall.
Parking the stream roller rather neatly....in four stalls, Delilah hopped out of the cab and strode into the store with all the confidence of a slightly drunk girl. Nodding to the cashier, she grabbed a bottle of Bourbon off the shelf, popped the cap and took a whiff. She sighed and smiled, pleased by the aroma. "Aaaah....bourbon. We meet again old friend." replacing the cap and putting the bottle back on the shelf, Delilah grabbed another unopened one and brought it to the counter, and slapped a fifty down beside it. "Don't bother bagging that, my good man, I'm takin' one for the road."
The clerk, a studded, tattooed young man, rather rugged looking with that bandanna tied around his head, looked down at the bottle, then back at her with skeptical eyes. "....Can I see some ID, Miss?"
"Nope!" She shook her head.
He blinked, taken aback by her jovial attitude. "...Uh...kay...why not?"
"'Cause I don't want to."
"...Miss, how old are you?"
"Old enough to know your mother didn't love you." She retorted casually.
"...What did you say?" he hissed placing both his hands on the counter and leaning towards her.
"Sorry, sorry...I didn't mean that..." She waved her hands at him.
He settled back. "Okay....good."
"What I MEANT to say was 'how alike you and your mother look. Why, you even have the same cup size!'" She beamed at him as she planted both her elbows on the counter,knitting her fingers together to brace her chin.
Nanana naaaaaa na naaaaana
Yeah, we're all gonna get in a fight! |
|
