[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hDCWYvbfcAg/ViACVI6CmyI/AAAAAAABRmc/blzIjqe8pIY/w800-h800/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Exit 41 to U.S. Hwy 85
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] Redneck Vehicles[/center][hr]

	Thana looked over at them for a brief second before turning her attention back to the road in front of her. There were some slick spots but it wasn't any difficult at this point. Yet she didn't relax, though from her ways it was hard to tell if she ever relaxed when she was in front of people. Thana was a Sailor after all, but more than that right then she was a Southerner driving on Georgia roads after an ice storm... This was never a good thing. You see, in the south they are not prepared for snow and ice, no more than those in the north are ready for three months of 110 degree weather and 100% humidity but without a single drop of rain. Yet even if Southerns were equipped for snow normally this was not normal times. There was no Georgia Department of Transportation (G. Dot) to call and say, [i]"Hey,yeah, it's slicker than snot on a door knob right now and colder than a witches tit, mind coming and throwing some of that salt shit on the road near my house?"[/i] So while things were melting away, there was still black ice out there and Thana still had had limited exposure to driving on ice. Muddin'.. That was a different story. 

	[color=0072bc]"I believe we should be okay. Chevy does well to make good trucks, and I doubt James would have driven anything that wasn't up to snuff if he could help it. Actually would rather deal with a ditch than the ice,"[/color] Thana admitted before giving a partial glance to Thalia as she claimed the matchbook. She let the corner of her mouth curl slightly into what was the best she could manage smile-wise when she was [i]on-duty[/i]. [color=0072bc]"I've already eaten to do so just whatever small amount of crackers or the like is in that one will do for me."[/color] It was the truth. She had finished eating the rather large helping of food that Ash had brought for her from the reception this morning. Now while she couldn't be sure when the other two had eaten last was, she was sure neither of them had had a fully home cooked meal today, so she didn't mind taking the lambs portion of things right then. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f26522]Gavin[/color] And [color=598527]Lola[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a0340758-d589-4044-bfb7-0078536bb5ad.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ffffff]Location:[/color][/b] Heading For Peachtree City
[b][color=ffffff]Skills:[/color][/b] Tank Operations (Lola), Land Navigation (Lola), People Reading (Gavin)[/center][hr]
	Gavin looked over to Beatrice and his brow rose slightly. He had heard that expression once but he couldn't place it. Then it suddenly dawned on him. He remembered exactly where he had heard it before. It was on a date. He had taken to the movies after Hurricane Rita. It had been a drive since he was helping with the entire disaster, so they had to go a good 100 miles inland to find a theater and it wasn't exactly the biggest release but they had made it. He had never seen anything firefly related before so he was behind in the story but he enjoyed the movie and more along the company. It was his first date with Thana. Chuckling a bit, he took it as a sign of some sort. [color=f26522]"I ain't no leaf on the wind..."[/color] he said before looking over at Lola.

	Lola on the other hand had no fucking clue what he was talking about or that Beatrice had even made a movie reference. [color=598527]"Leaf on the wind? What the bloody hell does that mean? Leaf on the wind. Like plastic bag dancing around, whooo oooo ooo, wee watch it, it's so beautiful. It's like its dancing,"[/color] Lola started as she waved her hands around mocking the bag from American Beauty. That was a movie she had seen and while she didn't know they were talking about another movie, the phrase Leaf On The Wind made her think of that horrible scene. [color=598527]"Should have called it American Dumbassery."[/color]

	The cowboy found himself snorting a laugh at that. He had seen that movie as well. He was a fan of movies, enjoyed them. Granted he hadn't though that American Beauty was that horrible. It wasn't that good either in his mind. Nothing could top the Duke in True Grit or any punk feeling lucky. Hell the man would have killed to see My Darling Clementine again. Now that was a classic. It had everything a good movie needed. Cowboys, Horses, and Cowboys. In that order of course. Adjusting his own stetson and shook his head slightly with a broad grin on his lips as he cracked his knuckles. At least being with these gals wasn't dull. Lola was an entire Variety show wrapped up in a crazed little package. 

	[color=598527]"Okay, think we are about 10 minutes out now from Peachtree before we gotta find that golf course,"[/color] Lola said as she leaned forward and took note of a few signs on the road. The tank began to come to a hault and then eventually stopped there in the middle of the road. [color=598527]"Alright mate and matess, how close you want me to get before you are up top cowboy?"[/color] Lola asked before looking over at Beatrice. [color=598527]"Think after a crash course you could handle some things in here with me?"[/color] she asked as she pulled her flight cover off her head and wiped some sweat from her brow. It was starting to get a bit warm in the tank. Three people, small closed quarters. It was bound to happen.