[color=EB829A][center][h1][b]L[/b]a𝚗c[s]e[/s] Bennett[/h1][/center][/color]
The remainder of the ride (or this portion of it anyway, there was a lot more to go in general) was full of the squad's "normal" antics. It was kind of nice that they all could remain their usual selves - even the most unusual of them. After spending so long together, this being their last hurrah... no, bettering not to bring that up even just to himself. Like he'd said, this was a vacation. It was still much too early in to worry about things like that.

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La𝚗c[s]e[/s] hopped out of the back of the truck, glad to be able to stretch his legs. He raised his arms over his head and laced his fingers together, making a pleased noise when he finished unfolding himself. He fit right in alongside his peers in dusty jeans and a black tank top beneath a gray hoodie so threadbare that it was comfortable even in the heat. The slightly garish scarf he usually kept with him was pulled through the belt loops of his pants, and his orange hair was thoroughly windblown.  

As they were speeding down the road, La𝚗c[s]e[/s] could see Sapple Springs in all its by-gone glory. Actually being in it, well... [color=EB829A]"What do they call this kinda place again? ...'quaint'?"[/color]

That was probably a good word for it. Too good of a word maybe. La𝚗c[s]e[/s] couldn't really hate places like this, stubbornly clinging to life while the world passed them by. That didn't mean he particularly liked them either though. He did roll his eyes at Gerard when he made the comment about it not being good for his shoes, making an exaggerated show out of it.

It had, in fact, been just he and Justice that had come up with their travel plans. No one else was interested, and so the route was focused more on efficiency than comfort. He had a feeling their squad leader might have slipped in one or two pit stops solely as a joke, but he hadn't called her on it.

[color=EB829A]"I'm sure there's all kinds of excitement here, like... playing [i]is there a scorpion in my shoe?[/i] in the morning, and [i]is a hillbilly gonna break into my room?[/i] at night."[/color] He said, glacing to Silje. He wiggled his fingers ominously as he spoke, but after a moment he seemed to realize that at least one of those things might happen for real. [color=EB829A]"Okay but actually, do check your shoes later."[/color]

While the others wandered away from the truck for the most part, La𝚗c[s]e[/s] got to work unloading it. The WARDENs hadn't brought much in the first place - food and drink for the road, maybe a duffel filled with a couple changes of clothes (or more than a couple in Gerard's case). Still, wild animals or nosy humans could get into anything left in the bed overnight. Maybe one of the others could cast a barrier to keep them out now that he thought about it, but he'd already tossed a few bags over the side so might as well keep going.

When Silje had first called out to Kalina, La𝚗c[s]e[/s] had just laughed and left them to it. He very much doubted Tony was actually making friends in there, but hopefully the thing about the buffalo didn't set anyone off. Then everyone had more or less made their way to the store and weren't coming back out of it.

Seeing as whatever situation was developing wasn't dying down, La𝚗c[s]e[/s] jogged over to see what exactly was going on. He didn't enter the rundown store, instead coming up to stand by Gerard where they could see what was happening through the windows and run in if they were needed. 

[color=EB829A]"Is this a new record?"[/color] he asked off-handedly, rubbing at his ear when Gerard's spell went off. He didn't actually think any of Barghest were going to kill these guys if a fight did break out. They were a ragtag bunch, yeah, but they were disciplined. La𝚗c[s]e[/s] didn't know what set Tony off, or if Tony had set one of the locals off, but he was going to side with his friend and fellow squadmate even if it was the latter. Especially if it was the latter. 

Then Justice stepped in to de-escalate... actually, that hardly sounded like de-escalating. 

[color=EB829A]"I hate when she says shit like that,"[/color] La𝚗c[s]e[/s] sighed. Maybe "is a hillbilly gonna break into my room?" would actually be a real thing they'd have to worry about, along with the scorpions.