Drabble #2

300 Words - Sarge, Snot Rod - hood, yellow, rising

"An Unlikely Alliance"

Sarge traveled slowly down the long and dusty road. He squinted to the horizon, the view obscured by rising heat waves. The sun was high in the sky, a beaming disc of merciless yellow that made his engine overheat until his hood ached. Heat was not Sarge's friend.

His antenna perked at the sound of powerful engines approaching. Sarge was old, but quick on his tires. Even then, he had only half turned around before a group of bright tuners whizzed past him in a blur and a cloud of dust, laughing uproariously. The last of them struck him a glancing blow to his bumper, and the Jeep skidded a circle in the dirt and cursed.

Snot Rod (for he had been the one who had hit him) heard this and turned. The others continued on, as usual not overly concerned with the Barracuda, who they deemed a bit of a loser, both for his slowness and clumsiness on the road and when he did things like this:

The tuner approached Sarge.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine! Watch where you're going in the future, you could really hurt someone you disrespectful little..."

Snot Rod blinked sadly.

"Sorry 'bout that. You look hot."

A faint blush.

"Excuse me?"

"Overheated. Usually the gang and I go to Flo's for a slushy when it gets this hot. Want one? To make up for it, I mean."

"Er... I...sure. Huh, looks like at least one of you was raised with some discipline."

The two made introductions, and then the odd pair headed back to town, Sarge speaking of his younger years and how he was raised to treat people with respect, and Snotty listening patiently, glad that this vehicle was both willing to talk with him and was too slow to leave him behind.