Road Trip Part 2–

Lost in the Mega-City

"Happy birthday Angie-chan!"

Everyone clinked their glasses sang to Angie as she opened her presents.  They had all spent 2 days in the mega city, taking in the sites and spending loads of money on a new sweater for Angie.  Who upon opening the gift commented that it looked like an Irish man's ass, nobody wants to see it.   Before the trip they had learned it would be Angie's birthday a few days after they would of arrived.  So they all promised to throw her a party, but as Angie called it 'one hell of a do!'.  It was her nineteenth birthday and officially the oldest of the group.  What made it a really special occasion is that Angie was now of legal drinking age in Canada.  It wasn't soon before she had a drink in her hand was having herself one hell of a time.  Walking down Main Street they came across a quiet little pub where they could have a party.  Unfortunately, everyone else could only drink pop or chocolate milk.  Of course, they didn't mind watching Angie get drunk off her ass. It was quite entertaining.

"Did I ever tell you guys of the old country….oh the songs guys, they'd melt your face…"  She said slightly slurring her words.

Ash raised his eyebrow.  "What old country?…..you live in Sussex."

Angie raised her glass.  "OOOOOHHH I'm a prostitute from Mohamed…….I live in a shoe at Oxfam……Everybody! Come on!…lalalalalala!"

They all diverted their attention from Angie who at the moment was making a total arse of herself even more then usual. Ryu attempted to take her drink from her.  "I think you've had enough.."

She smacked his hand away.  "Shove off!..hey you see that guy over there…." She pointed at a man drinking at the bar.  "I saw him earlier and he was…get this…sucking his trousers and…and.. laughing!"

Sayuri threw a chip into her mouth.  "that's lies Angie"

She waved her arm in the air dramatically and spilled some her drink.  "no it isn't!"

Sayuri stood up from her chair.  "fine, I'll go ask him."

Angie quickly grabbed her arm.  "no don't! I made it up…"

They all agreed it was time for Angie to get some sleep for the long trek to Winnipeg.  Or as Angie called it.  "some sorta cheap contest for pirates!".
They shushed her. 

"don't shcussssh me…I ….I….I'm a prostitute from Mohamed! I live in a Shoe at Oxfam! Everybody!"

Ryu searched his clothes.  "Hmmm, I was positive I had some ether in here somewhere…"

Angie stood up abruptly and headed for the bathrooms.  "jrust gonner go relieve me self *hic*"

She tried desperately to keep herself upright as she turned around the corner.  The rest of the group paid their bills and got their coats.  It had been a few minutes when Brock noticed that Angie had not returned.  Sayuri sighed. "Probably drowning in the toilet…."

"or in her own vomit" Misty added.

They all shuddered at the horrible mental image it brought to them.  But it had been another 5 minutes when the inkly feeling on the back of Ash's neck started to flare up.

"ya know……shes been in there an awful long time…..somebody should go check on her."

Dusty jumped up. "I'll do it!"

"Somebody without a penis" Sayuri scoffed.

Brock looked up from his magazine.  "That would be him then."

Dusty slumped into his chair.  "Dude….that's so cold…"

Sayuri stomped to the woman's washroom and flew the door open.  "Come on Angie! The shops will only be open for another hour….Angie?"

She checked all the stalls and found that where was nobody there.  Completely confused she entered the hallway.  A sharp cold breeze caught her attention as she saw the back door swinging in the wind.  The intense feeling of panic began to flood her system as she raced to the back alley.  It was already quite dark out and the stench of rotting restaurant food filled the air.  She gasped as she saw Angie's shoes lying in the alley.  She ran over and picked them up and turned them over in her hands.  "Oh my god…….these shoes don't go with her pants!……..wait……OH SHIT!!

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The gang was about ready to go in after Sayuri when they heard her running down the hall screaming something.  She whipped around the corner and ran to where the others where sitting. 

"Angie's GONE!!"  She proved her point by holding up the black sneakers.

Soon the room erupted into a slurry of confused obscenities and screaming.  Ryu grabbed Sayuri and shook her violently.  "How do you lose a 19 year old drunk English women!!"

Sayuri retaliated by throwing him across the room.  "It's not my fault! She wondered through the wrong door!"  As they all continued to scream and blame each other, Ash clambered onto a table and whistled loudly.  Instantly the fighting stop as everyone stared up to Ash. 

"Okay people, we have a situation on our hands!"  He began to act like a drill sergeant.  "It is obvious that since Angie is intoxicated, she must of not gone very far!  It has been 20 mins meaning that we can still catch up to her!  Now we must organize a search party, Dusty and Brock will take young street, Misty and I will take Queen and Ryu and Sayuri can take the rest of Toronto."

Ryu raised his hand to object but it was to late, everyone ran out of the bar and made their way to their respected streets.  He looked at Sayuri who had taken out her 'teen steam' magazine. 

"May God have mercy on us all…"

****

Young Street was not always known for being the street to bring a family to.  Also known as porno ally or titty lane, Young Street at night was not the place to be.  Although it was clean and there were some big name stores, at night the whores and the homeless came out to milk your wallets dry.  Perhaps sending Brock and Dusty to such a place at night was not the best idea.

When asking the homeless people if they saw Angie, instead of getting helpful information, they got their life story.  Each one was more depressing then the last.  And it seemed the only way to shut them up was to throw money at them. 

"Geez, what's with all the homeless people?"
"Well, every city has the homeless I hey!" 

Some old man had grabbed his jacket.  "Scuse me son, I'm to old to work and to lazy to walk, spare some change?"

Brock and Dusty had only walked 2 blocks and had spent twenty bucks Canadian, that's about 79 cents American.  It was quite cold and the chances of finding Angie on this god-forsaken street were becoming obsolete.  They then walked by a 24 hour porn shop, since they were freezing due to the lack of constant exposure of the Canadian climate, they decided to pop in and warm up.

Brock and Dusty walked into the dingy store and admired the many pictures of nude women.  They eyed the radiator and pressed up against it.  The owner had just finished restocking his shelf behind the counter and spotted Brock and Dusty by the Fetish section.

"Scuse me? You guys looking for something?"

Brock was a caught a bit off guard, he didn't want to get thrown out so he figure he'd bullshit his way through.

"hmm…oh yes…I'd like some hardcore pornography please…"

The owner reached behind his desk and threw a tape on the counter.

"Debbie does Dallas, 40 bucks"

"Umm….do you have anything with nurses?"

"Of course."
"Yeah but what kind are they?"

"The kind with big tits.."

"I mean what are position they in, I like administrative nurses, all that paperwork…"

"That's very specific.."  He bent down behind his desk again.

"Yeah well, could you turn the heat up please?"

He emerged from the pile of porn holding a tape in his hands.  "'ere we are, administrative nurses, 20 bucks."

"I'm sorry, I meant Senior Administrative Nurses."

The owner removed his finger to reveal the word Senior above the title.  Brock and Dusty shifted uneasily trying to figure out what to do next.

"well, how about we all watch it together?  We could order a pizza.."

The gritty shopkeeper trusted his finger at the door.  "Get out!"

Brock and Dusty sighed and entered into the freezing night air.  They rubbed their hands vigorously to keep them from going numb.  Dusty passed a 24 hour pizza stand and mashed his face against the glass trying to breath in the smell of baking pizza.  He reached into his pockets and pulled out a wad of lint.  Thanks to the homeless people he had spent what little pocket money he had, his wallet was back at the motel. 

"Damn it!  Money's a lot like sex, tons of it about and I never seem to get any!"

Brock wasn't listening because he was to busy staring at a lovely young women that had just entered a hopping nightclub.  He was instantly drawn to the flashing lights and the deafening boom of the speakers from within.  Brock grabbed onto Dusty and dragged him to the entrance where the largest bouncer he had ever seen stood guard.  Dusty poked him in the ribcage.  "you idgiot!  We can't get past the bouncer! We're not 19! And we have to find Angie!"

"Shut up! I have to meet that girl!"  He nonchalantly walked up to the entrance and was immediately stopped by the huge bouncer.

"How old are you?"
"19" Brock replied.

"……….okay have fun gentlemen."

Brock and Dusty almost fell over onto the sidewalk.  This bouncer was obviously not the cream of the club crop.  But with the invitation they rushed into the warm nightclub to find the girl Brock had only seen for half a second, and they thought finding Angie would be tough.

With incredible luck Brock was able to locate her sitting down at the bar.  He smelled his breath and fixed his hair.  Dusty wasn't going to miss a chance to meet a girl so he went along to.  The two of them leaned on the bar at either side of the young women.  She continued to drink, not acknowledging them.

Brock cleared his throat.  "hey beautiful, live around here often?" He winced after just realizing what he said.  She looked at Brock then Dusty, then at his feet.

"You're wearing to different color socks…"  She pointed out.

"Yea, but I don't go by color…I go by thickness…"

"So, how are you feeling?"

"You know that feeling when your leaning back in a chair and you lean to far back and at the last moment you catch yourself before falling over…..I feel like that all the time."

The young women grabbed her drink and left the 2 adolescent boys drooling at the bar as she disappeared into the crowd.  Dusty cursed himself and slammed his head on the bar.  He slowly got up and saw that a cocktail napkin had stuck to his forehead.  He was about to rip it off when Brock grabbed his head and yanked it forward.

"OW hey! What are you doing!"

Brock peeled the napkin off his face and showed it to him.  The was something written on it in lipstick. 

Dusty strained to read it. "…for a…good…time…call….ANGIE!"

It was now obvious that Angie had been in this very nightclub.  They both rushed to the bouncer at the front door.

"scuse me! Have you seen a 19 year old English girl, a bit tipsy with no shoes on?"

The bouncer thought a moment.  "…..Hmm, yes came in and then left about 15 minutes ago.

"which direction did she go?!"

"down near Queen Street."

Brock and Dusty ran down the sidewalk as fast as their legs could carry them.

"Ash and Misty are on Queen Street!  I wonder if they found her!"

****

Ash and Misty were also having a difficult time finding their drunken friend.  Misty had found the perfect shoes to go with her pants and Ash found a dollar, but no sign of Angie.  They past a Chinese man spraying the sidewalk with a hose.  He didn't see Ash and sprayed his pant leg.

"HEY!"

The storeowner said he was sorry and continued to spray a large stain on the cement.  "Some a crazy women dressed a in black a puke all over da place, it a smell a really bad"

Ash and Misty stared at each other blankly.  As they continued to walk down the street they began to notice more hoses and more stains on the sidewalk.  And a man was spraying the sheets of a bed that was in the store's display windows.  It seems Angie went to sleep right in the middle of the store.  The more they walked the more destruction they saw.  Fruit displays had been tipped over, a blind mans dog had lipstick on it's nose and a car's windshield had the word "twat" carved across it. 

Ash scratched his head.  "she's been busy…"

Just then Dusty and Brock ran up behind them.  They quickly exchanged greetings and debated what do to next. 

Misty pointed towards their Hotel.  "all the destruction points back to where we're staying!"

"She must be heading home!"  Brock yelled.

They all ran in the crisp night air, hopeful that their intoxicated friend had made it home safely.  By the time they actually arrived, their lungs where burning and their legs ached.  They finally managed to get to their floor, they crowded the door as Ash fumbled with the key.  He threw open the door and immediately threw his head back from the staggering smell of vomit in the air.  He cautiously entered the room and saw Angie lying on the floor in the fetal position surrounding by her own mess, he then saw the many tiny bottles from the bar fridge completely empty. 

While still holding his nose he nudged Angie who awoke suddenly and screamed.  She winced and grabbed onto her throbbing head.

"where…. am ……I?"  She said groggily.

Misty help Ash get her onto the bed.  "your in your room, you had to much to drink." 

For the next little while they had to talk to Angie like she was a 90 year old women who had gone off her rocker.  When they cleaned her up and washed her dirty bare feet, Brock came onto a startling realization.  "Where's Ryu and Sayuri?"

Everyone sighed and knew what Ash was going to say next. 

"SEARCH PARTY!"

So ONCE again our heroes rushed off into the night to find their other friends who had now become lost in the Mega-city.  They Angie laying in bed with a bottle of aspirin and a head splitting migraine.  She then decided that she would get some ices to cool down her head.  She tried to remain vertical as she walked to the ice machine, but she failed miserably.  She carried the ice bucket, ready to be used as a vomit receptacle at any notice.  She arrived at what she thought was the ice machine but it was in fact the garbage chute.  Angie placed the bucket in and was unaware that it plummeted out of sight into the awaiting dumpster below it.  Her vision was so blurred by the effects of alcohol that she pulled on what she thought was the lever to get the ice, but in reality, she pulled the fire alarm.

As the ear-piecing alarm echo through-out the hall, with Angie's condition it echoed throughout her swollen head.  She gasp and fell to the ground trying to cover her ears.  She looked out over her knees with her bloodshot eyes and saw that she had no pants on.  Angie closed her eyes and said the prayer that all people say in their condition.

"I SWEAR……. I will NEVER drink again …………for as long as I live…."

She slowly blinked and stared up to the ceiling.

"and this time…I mean it!"

******to be continued!*** I promise!!****

Authors notes:  Hey! I really wanted this to be uploaded on Christmas but the dumb upload page wouldn't come up on my browser.  Merry Christmas Angie and Dusty and Leah, I hope you liked your present.  I will try and get part 3 out sooner, this I promise…

Have a very Happy New Year and take a lesson from Angie in this story, go easy on the sauce and arrive alive! Have a safe one!