AN: if you haven't heard the song, playboys of the southwestern world by Blake Shelton, then this really won't make any sense…I was listening to that song and Shunsui and Jushiro popped into my mind…all lyrics seen belong to Blake Shelton…
Playboys of the Southwestern World
I was smart, but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild, and had no inhabitation
Bout like mixing fire with gasoline
"You want to do what?" I can't believe my ears. Sure he had come up with crazy ideas in the past…I mean there was this one time involving cowboy boots and a sombrero that I wont even go into…but this was nuts.
I was lying on my bed, knowing I should be writing a paper that was due tomorrow, but unable to find the motivation for getting up, when he came crashing into my room, claiming to have found the perfect idea for spring break.
"Come on, Jushiro! Think of the Senoritas…the alcohol! And it won't cost us that much." He is using the 'face' on me. The face that always seemed to crumble my resolve that we should be upstanding citizens.
I just raise an eyebrow. "Won't cost us that much?"
He smirks and I know I'm doomed. "Come on, we'll use my old truck and drive, easy peasy."
"We're going to drive…all the way to Mexico?" Granted it was probably only about ten hours or so, but still, I've seen his truck. I'm not sure it could make five hours, much less ten.
He taps his fingers against the back of the chair he is sitting in backwards, before leaning it forward on its back legs. "It can make it. Besides I have a little bit a money saved up…"
"A little bit, huh?"
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I am going to kill him. We crossed the border and that's where the trouble started. First off, Shunsui didn't think it would matter where we crossed the border, I should've known better than to let him navigate.
Border patrol, complete with flashing lights and rifles, surround his beat up old Ford and orders in Spanish start getting thrown our way. The head honcho strides up to Shunsui's side and yanks the door open, practically off its hinges, and drags Shunsui out. I only had a few seconds to think about what was happening to him before another dark skinned uniform was 'helping' me out on my side.
I knew we were screwed when the guy searching through Shunsui's pockets started coming up with handfuls of cash. I hadn't asked Shunsui just how much he considered 'a little bit' to be. As the border patrol started lining up the piles on that rusty hood, I mentally calculated it to be somewhere in the five thousand range…in cash.
"Doing a little funny business in Mexico, amigo?" the guard asked, a smirk forming. "You know, crossing illegally, with this amount of cash…you could be looking at ten or so years."
I blinked. Ten years? In a Mexican jail? "It's all his…can you please let me go?"
As Shunsui glared at me I merely shrugged. "I mean, it was your idea genius. I was just laying there in bed."
He forgave me, of course. I had lots of time to convince him I was sorry while we sat in that jail cell… and of coure, we're still best friends.