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[center][h2] Goodnight Car Park [/h2]

[h3] 12:30PM [/h3] [/center]

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“Well, here she is. Ain’t she a beaut’.” Billy smiled proudly, cutting an awkward, sweaty figure against the midday sun, as he gestured to an ancient looking VW combivan that honestly seemed to fit in perfectly with the rest of the abandoned derelict cars and trash floating around the empty car park. “Fixed ‘er up myself, runs like a dream.”

There was a hollow, tinny clank, as something came loose underneath the van in response to a strong breeze.

Billy swallowed.

“I mean, not like the best dream you ever had or nothin’, but…”

He stopped there, mulling over the rest of the sentence in his head, before glancing over the crew and evidently deciding against finishing it.

“She drives. An’ runs on cookin’ oil. That’s all we need ‘er for.”

With a slight turn of the breeze, the scent of the exhaust pipe drifted back towards you - and if there was one good thing about the van, it was indeed that the exhaust seemed to smell like doughnuts. 

Even if the rest of it smelled mostly like really really old weed, and maybe meth.

“Come on an’ saddle up, folks. We’re burnin’ daylight.”


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