Driving To Maine (fiction of the apocalypse)

[faeapoclive]

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July 3

Speed woke up early, somewhere in a motel on the way to Maine. Maine. The big guy was snoring, the noises heavy and loud. He only did that when he'd been drinking - of course, he'd been drinking quite a bit since this road trip started.

The ropes were tight, but Speed had handled tighter. He began wiggling, as quietly as he could. If he did this right, he could be out of the ropes - and the gag - and out the door before the big guy even finished this dream.

It had been fun while it lasted, but Speed didn't want to go to Maine. He wanted to go to Vegas.

Comments

[clare_dragonfly]

Maine?! Don't be silly, big guy. Speed wanted to go to Vegas. I take it he'd rather go there than stick with the current big guy... I'm sure he'll have no trouble finding a new one ;)

[faeapoclive]

*grin* That's his goal!

[rix_scaedu]

Oh dear, Speed. Is that really a good idea?

[faeapoclive]

Probably not, but he's not great on "good ideas."

[inventrix]

noooo speeeeed nooooooooooooooooo

[faeapoclive]

:-D

Speed is not ALL that good on common sense.