Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Note: This is based on a prompt I found on Pinterest to 'write a story about an alcoholic middle aged woman and a teenage girl who ride around in a truck saving people from stuff'. I imagine that with these two, that 'stuff' will likely be wardrobe malfunctions, sobriety, and boredom. Stay tuned, and let me know what you think! Reviews welcome.
Rachel wasn't sure how she had ended up riding shotgun as April Rhodes floored the gas pedal through town, but she was already planning her own eulogy.
'Here lies Rachel Berry. None of us really liked her, but we've all got to admit that the girl could sing.'
"Where did you come from?" April demanded, swerving dangerously close to the edge of the road as she turned her head to stare at her passenger.
"We were talking and you told me to get into the truck."
"Then hold my cat. Careful, he doesn't like road trips." Before Rachel could respond, the older woman had deposited a fat orange cat on her lap. It immediately placed its paws on her shoulders and proceeded to sniff her face. "I can't believe you'd think getting into a vehicle with a complete stranger would be a good idea."
Rachel could only shrug hopelessly as the cat began kneading its claws into her leg.
"Well," April concluded, taking a swig from the bedazzled flask in the drink holder, "you might as well buckle up, cause this baby ain't stoppin' til we reach Hollywood."
"Can't you just let me out at that stop sign right ahead?" Rachel asked desperately, "I've got school tomorrow."
"What stop sign?" April laughed, barreling though the intersection and causing a blue Honda to screech to a stop inches from the passenger side door.
"Are you insane? Those are there for a reason!"
"I like to think of them as more a suggestion."
"If you don't let me out right now," Rachel declared, retrieving her cellphone from her purse, "I'm calling the police. You are effectively kidnapping me."
"That's a really nice phone, can I see it?" April asked, easily swiping it from the girl's hands. In one fluid motion, she tossed it out the window. Rachel's mouth hung wide open as she stared out the back window of the truck as her only means of communication quickly disappeared. The vehicle was silent as April merged onto I-75 southbound.
'We'll have to stop for gas eventually, and I'll be able to make my escape then.' Rachel reminded herself as she reluctantly buckled her seatbelt and mindlessly stroked the purring cat in her lap.
"Woohoo!" April shrieked, swerving even more as she opened all of the windows from the panel on her door, and stuck her head outside like a dog, "California or bust!"
Rachel sighed and reached for the flask. She was really going to have to start examining her life choices. She took a swig of the beverage and made a face as the alcohol hit her tongue. She wanted to scold April for putting them both in danger by drinking and driving. She thought about it for a minute though, and realized that it probably would just be a waste of energy and decided to have another drink instead.
Note number 2: Drinking while driving is not only illegal, but it is super irresponsible and puts both yourself and others at risk.
According to MADD dot org, Every two minutes, a person is injured in a drunk driving crash. (Source) National Highway Traffic Safety Administration. "The Economic and Societal Impact Of Motor Vehicle Crashes, 2010." National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, May 2014, DOT HS 812 013. . .