LET'S [test] DRIVING

[cava]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. Here's a few options, all stolen shamelessly from previous iterations.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU


or make up your own whatever this is basic and just for the purposes of getting a new test drive up.

Comments

[inesse]

Haha, really? Oh my god -- [The movement of the can in the corner of his vision gets his attention, and he turns just in time to sort of... send it spiraling back in her direction with the inside of his foot.] How do you not know what the fuck fandango is?

Anyway, here's the thing about Fatty McDonut and the Peanut Gallery... you can't whale the shit out of anyone if you can't catch 'em. This is le mural sex [Six; and he's sure to put a noticeable amount of emphasis on the word.] for me, and those assholes are still scratching their greasy heads in confusion over it. By the time they figure it out, jack will be hitting the road and comin' back no more, no more, no more.

[And that is all there is to say on the matter.

The boy tosses the can of paint he's holding in the air once, catches it, and gives it a little clicky shake. She can't see it, but he's looking at her pretty closely behind his sunglasses.]

Also hey. Nice shades.