"No, no, no," Jane laughed, blowing her last hit out the window and tossing the joint through it. She kept the windows open, though, enjoying the breeze hitting her body and flowing through the thin layer that separated her skin from if. "No Taco Bell. I think we deserve something nice. We've been working hard, getting our shit together," she said as she stuck her tongue out. "I'll take all you boys to a Dairy Queen. My treat," she declared as she cut the wheel and pull over as the two in the back groaned. "I want some fucking ice cream! If you want something different, you drive." 

Jane hopped out of the van barefoot and dug in the back for her vans, which she slipped on quickly, and she dashed inside the store. She exited with a large chocolate ice cream cone and sat on the hood of the van. Her friend who lent it to her begged Jane not to fuck it up, and based on how the chocolate began to drip down her arm, she thought she made a good choice. 

She approached the passenger window after tossing Austin the keys and signaled for Rob to roll it down. "Hey," she began with her mouth full, trying to control the ice cream that was melting in the sun, "I know last week was tense, but I hope we're cool." Without waiting for a reply, she left his view and tossed the cone in the garbage before crawling over the trailer hitch and into the back. She'd hate to know that Rob was still mad at her. 

"It's my turn again." Her legs were hung over the back of the seat and her head near the vans floorboards of it as her arm reach for the cord. Her blonde hair sprawled across the floor as she laid upside down fidgeting with her phone until the song she wanted came on. [url=http://youtu.be/ESxWWvbzlzc]Youth Wasted by The Bronx[/url] filled the van as Jane dramatically sang along with the song, nearly kicking the vans roof to the beat.


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They finally arrived to Phoenix and located the ground where the fest was being held. They checked in with the booking manager and arranged what time they'd be expected back to begin load in. Their booking manager was cuter than expected, to Jane of course, and as he flirted with her a bit, she took a mental note to remember him later. 

Jane had a grin from ear to ear as she wrapped her arms around both Sam and Rob's shoulders as they walked. "Well, fellas," she exclaimed as she walked ahead of them and turned to face them. "I don't know about you, but I need a drink. We still have two hours to kill." She whipped out her phone from her pocket and began searching for the nearest bar. "Slaintés. Irish pub a block away." She felt so excited to be out on the road with no responsibilities other than drinking and singing. Her two favorite things.