What is the matter with you?
"Annie, what is the matter with you?" George complained as he struggled to keep his eyes open at the wheel. Mitchell was lying spreadeagled on the back seats of the car, after Annie had leaped into the front seat eagerly and called 'Shotgun!' like an excited kid.
As far as George was concerned, he would rather be at home making Shepherd's Pie (because it was Thursday, and that was what he made on Thursdays) and listening to Radio 4 like usual.
"Who looks at a restless vampire and says 'what he needs is a road trip'...who does that?"
"Why not?" Annie smiled as she put her feet up on the dashboard and tilted her chair back. "Relax, George. We're on ho-li-daaaay!"
"We're driving at two in the morning down a country lane, i'm about to pass out and crash the car, not that that would bother you of course..."
"Hey, i'm very attached to this car! I have a lot of fond memories of this car!"
"...i was going to say because you're already dead, but okay, that works too. Its a full moon in two days, and I don't know about you but I can't see a single place that would provide me with a chicken to drag about on a bit of string-not unless you mean a real still-alive-and-pecking chicken of course-" George gestured to one of the many farms nearby, and in doing so caught a glimpse of a startled farmer, face lit up by the headlamps of the old, battered car, who gave George a look as if to say Gerroff the road, you maniac!
"-he thinks i'm Bristol's answer to Jack the Ripper...so no Annie, I wouldn't class this as a 'ho-li-daaay' at all!"
"Where are we goin', anyway?" Mitchell asked Annie, seeing as she seemed to be the one with all the answers.
"Wherever we jolly well want to!" she replied happily. "This is going to be the trip of a lifetime...geddit, because i'm dead?"
Annie dissolved into giggles, as Mitchell raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think i've heard anyone say 'jolly' for at least fifty years. In fact, I think i'd put jolly in the box of words that never should be said again, along with 'old chap' and 'flabbergasted' " At that, George snorted with laughter, and tried to hide it with a cough.
"Oh...so you'll laugh at his jokes but not mine, will you? I see how it is. Guess who's not getting any of his weird yet apparently 'totally manly' herbal tea when we stop for the night? And I'll give you a clue...it's not Mitchell."
"Ugh...Annie...when are we stopping?"
"Whenever you want to, don't let me stop you from finding us a nice little place to stay for the night...hey, how about that place?" Annie indicated a house on their left, which was joined to the road by a small, rocky track, that looked as though it would finish their little car off if they so much as attempted to drive up it.
"I think that's somebody's house, Annie."
"So?"
"We can't just stay in somebody's house, yknow. This isn't-"
"What? Isn't what?" Annie asked expectantly.
"I dunno. I was trying to think of a time or place where it was acceptable to stay in a stranger's house, but I can't think of one."
"People do that all the time!"
"Do they? Really?"
"I have." Annie told him, completely unconvincingly, and with an equally unconvincing smile to add to it, but George was too tired to argue further.
"Fine. But we're not driving up that deathtrap."
Mitchell grabbed the suitcase as the car ground to a halt, and together the ghost, the werewolf and the vampire trudged up the path to ask for a room for the night, because, according to Annie, this was perfectly normal human behaviour.
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