Jane aimlessly wandered the mall after getting something quick to eat in the food court and getting a hot tea for her throat. She had to do something, because her and Rob's silent argument was only going to come to a head if she didn't try to fix things first. But how would she fix it if she didn't know what [i]it[/i] was? 

Jane came across a small record store owned by an old man no younger than sixty who was playing Dark Side of the Moon loudly as he sat behind the register. After a few minutes of bullshitting, she walked out with a Queens of the Stone Age vinyl in a plastic bag and headed for the mall's exit when she spotted Rob sitting alone, looking just as awful as she did . A deep breath later, she approached the table and plopped the record along with the beer enclosed in a brown paper bag she had bought at the gas station.

"You always complain," she began as she cracked open the beer and took a conspicuous swig, "that I don't have any records you like at my place, so..." Her voice trailed off. Her throat hurt, and she definitely needed to rest it before they arrived in El Paso, but swallowing her pride at the moment felt even worse. "I, uh,  I had a bad trip. Plus, I [i]really[/i] wish I fucking showered last night," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Sorry I was a dick this morning. Are we cool?" Her facial expression showed remorse, and for the most part, that was the truth. Why would she be mad at her best friend for sleeping with someone? Even though she desperately wanted to bring it up, at least joke about it, she figured it was probably best she let it die with the rest of that night. She held out a hand for him to hold as a signal of peace. 

"We're stuck in a van for two months together. You've been acting weird lately. I guess it hurt my feelings," she said sarcastically even though that was [i]also[/i] the truth. "I just don't want you to hate me anymore, Rob." She looked past him to see a man staring at her chest. "What, you don't have nipples? It's fuckin' cold in here, man." 

The man at the table across from them abruptly looked away and put his newspaper in front of his face, which Jane erupt with laughter.
"Ah, that never gets old. You ready to get outta here?" She was already feeling like herself again. Maybe it [i]was[/i] just the drugs.

As they approached the van, she snatched the keys from Rob and climbed into the drivers seat and sighed in relief, and then grabbed the neon AUX cord that was laying on the floor. "Hmm" she pondered as she heard Sam and Austin climb in the backseat. "Hey Sam," she asked, a devilish grin on her face, "What's your least favorite band?"
"No, don't do it, Jane. I just got that one song outta my head. I was singing it for like a week!"
"What song? This song?" Jane asked innocently as she turned the volume knob, and [url=http://youtu.be/lK_mT-XKe48]Covet by Basement[/url] began to pour through the vans speakers. Jane laughed heartily as Sam groaned in the back, and she began to sing along and ignited the engine. She didn't belt the song out though, unfortunately, as she decided to be responsible and rest her voice. She took a swig of the beer and got back on the road to El Paso.