Dixie Dead Shake - Log 3
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xp_logsThe second car with Rogue, Jubilee, Amanda and Marie-Ange is also underway.
They had started earlier than most of them wanted, but departing the mansion had happened on time for their 24 hour drive to New Orleans. Kane had stuck with his Crown Victoria, but Amanda had swapped her Broomstick for a roomier sedan from the garage. They hit the highway and fell into the flow of a long drive.
"I still think we could have rented a good SUV." Marie-Ange had claimed shotgun, already connected her phone to the car, and was flicking through music. "I would like to go through a coffee drive-through sooner than later. Before New Jersey please, the turnpike should not be tolerated without caffeine and pastries."
"Do you think I'd deprive you of coffee? I know how you are in the morning," Amanda replied from the driver's seat with a brief grin. Behind her sunglasses her eyes crinkled in amusement. "Find me something you can stomach and we'll hit it."
"Starbucks like the bougie bitch I've become," Rogue grumbled from the back seat. Normally she was all about driving but getting up this early was torture and she wanted nothing more to sleep the entire morning away. She'd attempt to wrestle the keys away from Amanda later. "And Marie-Ange, if you even think about putting on country, I will shank you. Jubes will too, I'm sure."
Jubilee laughed at the noise of disgust that emanated from Marie-Ange at the idea of country.
“Dudes, you’re totes gonna miss out on the new Beyonce album then, which would be a crime.”
She, unlike her friends was neither a morning nor a night person but some Frankenstein combination of always ready to go no matter the hour. She’d thought years ago it probably had something to do with her mutation but she’d never bothered to look into it.
Mostly it just meant she slept little and was always wired if she didn’t make an effort to wear herself out in various ways.
“I’ve got like, a map of random food places I’ve been wanting to try for the trip.”
"Of course you did," Amanda commented in response to Jubilee's remark. "And the Bottomless Pit of Brighton thanks you. But no Beyonce and her faux country. At least not while I'm driving. You're just lucky I let Angie choose the music, or you'd be dealing with the Pixies."
"I have a statistically equal amount of music from all of your public playlists." Marie-Ange said, loftily from the front seat. "Including two songs from Ms Carter, but not her latest album. I was not willing to subject myself to more debate about its validity, I defer to the expert opinion of Ms Dolly Parton."
"Ain't nothing wrong with Dolly, so I'm fine with that." She reached up and pulled her hoodie over her eyes as she snuggled into the door. "Someone wake me up when it's time for coffee and food. I am so over this day already. Road trips should start at midnight, like God intended. Mornings are fine if you never fell asleep."
“Dude, like I wouldn’t listen to your Pixies and sing along just to spite you,” Jubilee quipped giving MA finger guns of approval. “A+, would tip you if you were my music waitress.”
"Can we do less talking and more coffee getting please? I'm old now, I need this," Rogue grumbled.
"Aye, aye, Captain," Amanda replied with a grin, pressing harder on the accelerator as a clear road opened in front of them. "Lets get this trip off on the right foot."
They had started earlier than most of them wanted, but departing the mansion had happened on time for their 24 hour drive to New Orleans. Kane had stuck with his Crown Victoria, but Amanda had swapped her Broomstick for a roomier sedan from the garage. They hit the highway and fell into the flow of a long drive.
"I still think we could have rented a good SUV." Marie-Ange had claimed shotgun, already connected her phone to the car, and was flicking through music. "I would like to go through a coffee drive-through sooner than later. Before New Jersey please, the turnpike should not be tolerated without caffeine and pastries."
"Do you think I'd deprive you of coffee? I know how you are in the morning," Amanda replied from the driver's seat with a brief grin. Behind her sunglasses her eyes crinkled in amusement. "Find me something you can stomach and we'll hit it."
"Starbucks like the bougie bitch I've become," Rogue grumbled from the back seat. Normally she was all about driving but getting up this early was torture and she wanted nothing more to sleep the entire morning away. She'd attempt to wrestle the keys away from Amanda later. "And Marie-Ange, if you even think about putting on country, I will shank you. Jubes will too, I'm sure."
Jubilee laughed at the noise of disgust that emanated from Marie-Ange at the idea of country.
“Dudes, you’re totes gonna miss out on the new Beyonce album then, which would be a crime.”
She, unlike her friends was neither a morning nor a night person but some Frankenstein combination of always ready to go no matter the hour. She’d thought years ago it probably had something to do with her mutation but she’d never bothered to look into it.
Mostly it just meant she slept little and was always wired if she didn’t make an effort to wear herself out in various ways.
“I’ve got like, a map of random food places I’ve been wanting to try for the trip.”
"Of course you did," Amanda commented in response to Jubilee's remark. "And the Bottomless Pit of Brighton thanks you. But no Beyonce and her faux country. At least not while I'm driving. You're just lucky I let Angie choose the music, or you'd be dealing with the Pixies."
"I have a statistically equal amount of music from all of your public playlists." Marie-Ange said, loftily from the front seat. "Including two songs from Ms Carter, but not her latest album. I was not willing to subject myself to more debate about its validity, I defer to the expert opinion of Ms Dolly Parton."
"Ain't nothing wrong with Dolly, so I'm fine with that." She reached up and pulled her hoodie over her eyes as she snuggled into the door. "Someone wake me up when it's time for coffee and food. I am so over this day already. Road trips should start at midnight, like God intended. Mornings are fine if you never fell asleep."
“Dude, like I wouldn’t listen to your Pixies and sing along just to spite you,” Jubilee quipped giving MA finger guns of approval. “A+, would tip you if you were my music waitress.”
"Can we do less talking and more coffee getting please? I'm old now, I need this," Rogue grumbled.
"Aye, aye, Captain," Amanda replied with a grin, pressing harder on the accelerator as a clear road opened in front of them. "Lets get this trip off on the right foot."
