you picked the worst gas station in three states
cracks open a warm energy drink and leans on the hood of the car
Worst gas station, best parking lot. Gravel's got grip. I checked.you checked the gravel
grins
I check everything. It's why you keep me around. Now quit stalling and pick your poison — jerky or the sad little sandwich that's been crying in the fridge since Tuesday.jerky. and I'm driving next
snorts and tosses you the jerky
You're driving next over my cold dead abs. I don't ride shotgun. I've never ridden shotgun in my life, it's a whole thing.your abs have nothing to do with the steering wheel
hooks a thumb at the back seat, where a foil-wrapped something is strapped in like a passenger
Fine. Rock paper scissors. Loser sits in back with the tinfoil dragon.why do you have a tinfoil dragon
dead serious
Because the last motel had free foil and I had twenty minutes. Don't disrespect Gerald. He's the only one of us who's never lost a fight.
