Cars Drabbles

A collection of Cars drabbles, mostly Sarge related, that I've done over the past few months for entry in a number of contests, or as requests.

Drabble #1

Mack, Sarge - boring, glitter, phone

"Of Home Videos and Jeeps with Drinking Problems"

"I can't do this. I can't do this. Can't do this can't do this."

Sarge stared at himself in a full length mirror. His frame had been polished to a shine and his antenna was coiled with elegant black silk. He groped for a bottle on the dresser nearby, something clear and smelling strongly of alcohol, and tipped a good portion of it into his mouth with a shaking tire, grimaced and swallowed.

"I thought waiting would be boring, but now I'd rather wait all day, and maybe tomorrow, and the rest of my life," he muttered to himself, still looking in the mirror. He suddenly felt claustrophobic and swung open the door that led outside into the grass. He looked up at the blue Californian sky and noticed with a jump of surprise that Mack was next to him.

"Heard you talking to yourself," he said. "I felt the same way before I got married."

Sarge blinked up at him. Mack and he had never been particularly close, but he was willing to talk to just about anyone right now. He drew a shaking tire over his bumper nervously.

"I bet it wasn't anything like how I feel. You married a fantastically hot woman. I'm marrying a hippie with a beard who probably isn't going to bathe for this."

"At least you won't end up with glitter at your wedding."

"I wouldn't put it past him." He drove inside, returned with his bottle of vodka and took another sip. "I can just see it. You know those home video TV shows where they show grooms fainting at the altar? That's me."

"Well, you might win 10,000 dollars."

Sarge chuckled. Another sip of vodka that was more like a gulp. "Have you seen him? There's a phone in the room - " he pointed a tire " - but I don't know if he has one."

"You know that's against the rules."

"I know, I know!" Another drink. "I just..."

"I know you don't believe me, but I felt the same way. Really. But this will make your lives so much easier, and anyway, I'm sure you've been through scarier moments."

"No. I don't think I have."

Mack drove up to him and gently nudged him with a tire. "It's just about time to start. Maybe you should put the bottle down so you can drive in a straight line, at least."

"Right." He looked up at the semi with distracted eyes. "Thank you, Mack."

"Hey, no problem. I'm sure everything will be fine, but I do have a camcorder ready in case you pass out."

Sarge groaned and went back into the room, giving his tires one last polish.