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Uggghh, my eyes refused to open, my mouth was ridiculously dry, and despite the windows being open, it felt like there was no air in the cab at all. I kicked my feet around in a mini tantrum at the ridiculous heat, causing Grumbles to let out a pathetic grunt from somewhere in that area. My eyes finally opened, but only to search for water, which was thankfully only about a foot from my face. After I had gulped some water down, my legs found the motivation to swing me around to a sitting position. While stretching I took a deep breath, only to almost choke on it, good lord I was really stinky. Fucking desert heat! I took a quick survey of the back area, like I did every morning, making sure no sneaky robbers had been there during the night, I was fairly sure I hadn't been robbed. So I dug my personal stash of 'luxuries' out from under the bench seat. Included in said bag were, one container of baby wipes, one can of spray deodorant, one disposable razor, a half a box of tampons, half a box of Band-Aids, a bottle of (NOT BL/ind) aspirin, tweezers, eye drops, two tubes of toothpaste and four tooth brushes. Just a few things I had picked up in my travels that I had kept for myself. Extracting exactly one BL/inc Baby Wipe from the container, I wiggled out of the blazer and began cleaning all my important parts, when that was done I pulled out the deodorant and used exactly one spritz under each arm. I stood for a moment in just my bra and panties and enjoyed the very slight breeze on my skin as well as feeling just a tad cleaner than I had in a while.
Grumbles chose that moment to make her appearance, having scrambled her way from the backseat into the drivers' seat, she whined at me for a moment before barking twice, "Well come here you silly thing, and I'll let you down!" I laughed. She looked at the center console apprehensively before taking a wild leap and landing in my arms, I laughed and cuddled her for a moment before setting her down to do her business. I stretched a little more before throwing my dirty clothes into a bag and digging into a different one that contained reasonably clean clothes.
Torn and worn black skinnies, a bright yellow shirt, mismatched socks, my purple boots, and a zebra striped bandana that I tied over my nose and mouth. I didn't even have to check to know my hair had whipped into a nest during the night, so I dug a comb out of the pocket behind the passenger seat and began attempting to tame it. It went halfway down my back in soft waves when I was finished.
Now where the hell did my sunglasses go…not under the seat…or in the glove compartment…Hmm…Somewhere by my feet Grumbles began to made a ridiculous growling noise that sounded like a cross between a wolverine and raccoon, which generally meant "I'm hungry," or "Pet me!" So I threw a dish of dog chow at her and patted her head before going to dig around in the back of the blazer. "Aha!" I smiled as I unearthed my aviators, "What the hell were they doing all the way back there?" I muttered as I picked up Grumbles and her dish and deposited them into the passenger seat.
"Mental checklist number four hundred and sixty-two, number one," I pulled one of the ridiculously large ears on the dog next to me, "Grumbles the Death Dealer, check! Number two, personal affects," a tiny clear gem sparkled from its place beneath my lip on the right side, a heart-shaped gold locket around my neck winked in the sun, a silver ring with a large safire and several diamonds glinted on the fourth finger of my right hand, my twin purple ray guns were safely tucked in convenient spots in the cab, and my sunglasses were perched on my face. "Checkity check check," I sang, "number three, supplies, I checked those, number four…um…right then!" I cranked the engine to life and took off towards the road.
"Shut up, you evil tiny minion of Satan!" I bellowed at Grumbles. Her answer was to continue to bark and growl ferociously at me, exactly the same way she had been for the past mile and a half. "I'm not pulling over, I know your game, you just want to look for lizards, and we don't have time for you to look for goddamn lizards today!" The statement was met with louder barking and more growling. "I will throw you out the damn window, I swear!" I threatened. Bark, bark, bark, bark! I lunged for her, swerving off the road slightly.
I probably would have noticed the figure on the horizon a lot sooner had I not been in an epic battle of the wills with a three pound animal, but as it was I didn't notice it until I was almost on top of it. It was someone in white tights with blue polka dots, a white vest, roller blades, and a motorcycle helmet. Also, from what I could tell, a black thong…oh dear, it only took a few minutes to catch up to the retreating figure, slowing down to a crawl, I hung out of the window slightly, "Killjoys, make some noise?" I called with one hand on my ray gun. The helmeted head turned slowly and regarded me, (at least I thought it was, I couldn't tell because it had a dark visor), before nodding.
"Great! I'm looking for Dr. D, you know where he's at?"