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An honest to god vacation, one last road trip around the countryside before heading off to war. It sounded like a great idea, at least until she saw the rust bucket that they would all be stuffed into for the duration. Needless to say, Sabrina was glad that she applied her makeup when they were still traveling on the smooth straightaways that surrounded the Citadel and not now. After a bump like that there was a decent chance she'd end up swallowing her favorite shade of lipstick instead of wearing it; thankfully she just smacked into the back of the seat Gallahad was reclining in, her sunglasses slipping down the bridge of her nose as she appeared over his shoulder.

“For fucks sake, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to hit every damn hole on the High Road.” Galahad grumbled.

[color=a187be]"Missed your bloody calling as a stunt driver,"[/color] Sabrina said, shooting Zak a disapproving look before pushing her shades back up onto her face and getting back into her seat, briefly popping open a compact to make sure nothing was displaced or disheveled, which of course it wasn't. Flipping her hair out of her eyes, she reached down for one of her drinks, a more high-end brew then what this crowd was used to, easily popping the cap off one-handed with her thumb and taking a long swig before leaning out the window to see the road ahead. Bad roads aside, this was a rather nice little experience. No smelly polluted cities or crowded streets, just miles of open countryside under a balmy summer sky. Who could ever say no to something like this?

“Heorot Whisky tastes like paint thinner, but it’ll get ya’ drunk!” Asa quipped from the backseat as she handed Ray the stronger booze. Indeed it would, Sabrina recalled with grim composure. She had a distinct memory of when Asa introduced that little number to her, accusing her of being a lightweight and of Sabrina happily proving her wrong. At least, that's what she was told. Not much comes to mind from that night besides the incident with the floor buffer and about twenty pounds of granola.

Still peeking out the window, Sabrina caught sight of the approaching pothole like a bullet, bracing herself this time to avoid being thrown about. With a little flounce she slipped back into her chair as someone slapped the radio to turn off the news broadcast. Probably for the best, she thought as Asa's rant was cut short by a general agreement to avoid the news from here on out. Part of her wanted to keep an ear out for when the war did come to old Katerio, even if there was nothing these she was particularly fond of, but...well, they were on vacation. Fuck it.


"Not much longer!" Zac reported with a chuckle, "then you all can get off your high horses and stop complaining!"

[color=a187be]"If we were on a high horse, you trying to jump every pot hole would be your problem, not ours,"[/color] Sabrina snarked, lifting her drink for another sip of that lemon-strawberry goodness.