4)Community : Road Trip 2

(Read Happy Endings, Summer Break Número 3, AND Road Trip 1 first :D)

Silence finally blessed the RV for a second night. After a full day of travel and sex, the study group had finally made some progress. Nevada awaited them - the vast, open plains of the Mojave. Vegas was their aim for the day. First, they needed rest - the alcohol wouldn't leave their bodies itself!

Chapter 1 : Mojave

Annie sat up and rubbed her eyes. Sunlight had woken her up, meaning they should probably start moving. Only then did she notice they already were. She got up and opened the door, to peer outside. The rest were already awake and around the table, besides Britta and Troy who were in the front.
"Annie. Clothes." Jeff smiled at her. She realised what she'd done and went bright red. She pointlessly tried to cover her bra and panties, and popped back inside. Abed looked back at his fruit loops.
"You're lucky, Jeff."
"Yeah? She chose me. Not that I'm saying I don't like her."
"Lucky that Troy didn't see that. He would have said something... Oh. Judging by your face you thought I meant Annie. I did. But I couldn't say that."
"Cheers... Abed."
Jeff poured himself a bowl of fruit loops and gazed out the window. The open road - it had been so long.
"Jefffff! Which way to Vegas?"
"You can read- oh wait. Women can't read maps. Ask Troy."
"I have."
"Oh Jesus." Jeff got up and went into the drivers cabin. Britta was 'driving' while Troy held a map upside down. "What the hell is this?"
"A map?"
"No! I paid extra for the sat nav! And you're fuckin- okay. Calm." Jeff took a deep breath and leant forward to the dashboard. He pressed a button labelled "Sat Nav" and a screen in the centre lit up.
""INPUT DESTINATION""
"Go on, Troy. V-E-G-A-S."
"I know, I know." He reached over to the screen and caught a glimpse of Annie in the rear view mirror. "Woah..."
"Troy!" Britta hit his arm. "Eyes forward. What's she doing anyway?"
Jeff and Britta looked back to another red Annie.
"I left my clothes in the suitcase. Which I left here." She was wrapped in a towel, reaching forward to the table. She lunged and grabbed the suitcase, but lost her towel in the process. She retreated to the bedroom, leaving Jeff and Britta to think about what they just saw.
"What..."
"Britta. Eyes forward." Jeff laughed at himself and went back to his fruit loops. He himself was in a vest and sweatpants.

Their first stop was for petrol. They let Jeff refuel while went into the little shop to get snacks. Britta led them in.
"Hello?"
"Howdy!" A bearded man, most likely in his 50's emerged from the shadows, polishing a shotgun.
"Um, we're looking for food?"
"Ah, yes missy. How many of ye are there?"
"5?"
"Okay then. Come through to the shop!" the old man cackled to himself while walking into another room. The room they entered first was dusty, old and clearly unused. The second room was... The polar opposite. Clean, white and recently used.
"Welcome, ye young uns. To this place."
"Why is everything branded Target?" Troy examined a box of tic tacs on a shelf.
"Cos they were here. For a month or two. Then I returned from ma holiday and shooed them off ma property with this here baby." He brandished his shotgun. "They all left."
"Right... Anyway, do you trade or take cash?"
"Tell ya what. As you all seem like such nice people, I'll let you all pick one thing each. Free of charge."
"Thats very nice. Thank you."
"No problemo. I used to travel like you. People did me favours. I'm willing to pay back. Anything else I'll have to charge as I need income. That petrol tanker arrives every week thinking Target is still here. Poor bastard."

Troy, Abed and Britta left the 'Target' after giving the old man their good luck and goodbyes. Troy had tic tacs, despite Britta saying he could have got something useful. Like food, or a torch. Abed left with a 6 pack of 2l Ice Tea, because Ice Tea is awesome. Britta left with... A coupon for free petrol. She attempted to bargain with the old man and ended up trading a vintage dollar she had in her purse for the voucher.
"Jeff! Free! Fill the whole tank! That's about 80 litres or something! Go go go!... Jeff?"
The RV was still there, but closed. The trio approached the vehicle and knocked. Movement was heard inside before Jeff opened the door, with slightly redder than normal lips.
"Jeff. Lay off the lip gloss. Anyway, free refill! Fill the tank!"
"I have. You can pay with... That. Go to the machine over there. Are they tic tacs?"
"Yeah, we were allowed one item free each."
"You just became my hero. Again."

Chapter 1.5 : More Mojave

The RV rumbled along the dusty roads, the image of Vegas ever so slightly clearer every hour. It was 34 degrees Celsius outside, and the air con wasn't exactly world class.
"Royal Flush." Abed placed his cards down on the table.
"Dammit. How the hell do you do that?!" Troy threw his onto the deck.
"If I told you... It wouldn't be my secret."
"Well, you have just won the past 7 games with a royal flush. You may as well just tell me."
"Maybe."
Jeff emerged from his bedroom, looking tired. The drivers of the group had decided to take shifts - the drivers being Britta and Jeff.
"Britta! Get outta there." Jeff approached the driver's cabin. The RV pulled over and Britta left the cabin.
"Enjoy." She went off to her bedroom.
"I better check on her... You know." Troy got up from the table.
"Of course." Abed picked up the cards and started shuffling. Jeff went into the cabin and was hit with cold air.
"What the hell?"
"We have control of the AC from in here. We diverted 40% of the rest of the RV here. After all, the driver needs to stay awake." Annie was wearing a jumper and a skirt, which made a change from her earlier lack of clothing... Not that Jeff minded that. He sat down and started the engine, and pulled back onto the road.
"So. What's Britta been talking about?"
"Not much. Food, drink, past boyfriends, old friends. Usual Britta living in the past."
"I've been thinking. It's gonna take us about, what, 2 weeks to get to Canada? We need to mix up the routine a little bit. Some spice."
"I think... We should stop at every major town and sightsee. It's not every day you get to see Vegas."

The glow of the not so distant neon lighting lit up the dark night sky. The heat still made it relatively uncomfortable to be there, but the adrenaline pump from actually being there negated any feeling. Vegas towered over the RV like one, big collective skyscraper, illuminating every inch. The windows in the RV were taken up by eager spectators. Troy, Abed and Britta were at the table side window. Jeff was on driver duty on the last stretch before Vegas, so he and Annie watched from the front.
"Wow... It's beautiful. But so wasteful."
"That's Vegas, honey." Jeff continued driving. Numerous casinos and hotels lined the infamous strip, all beckoning with flash light shows and displays, all trying to one up the others.
"If I'm correct... Britta! Get the yellow folder out of the bag."
"Why should I?"
"It's a surprise."
Britta sighed and rummaged around inside the black backpack. The same yellow folder as before emerged and Britta laid it on the table.
"Now open it."
Abed ripped into it before Britta could, revealing the night's plan.

"Vegas' Best Hotel! The Stratosphere!"

"Jeff?! You didn't?"
"I did."
"Did what?" Annie tried to turn around to the table behind, but just ended up exposing more cleavage to Jeff. Who didn't mind, naturally.
"Jeff booked us top floor rooms for the Stratosphere."
"How much was that?!"
"Not much really. It's only for 1 night. And it's 2 rooms - 1 has a secondary smaller one. Abed."
"Got it, Winger."
"Top floor too?! Jesus."
"Yep. Elevator to the casino takes about 5 minutes or something stupid like that. So I think we should stay up top and enjoy the view."
"Sold."

"Rooms 789 and 790 please. Your keys sirs and madams. I hope you enjoy your stay!"
Jeff had decided not to take anything from the RV, besides some beer and the minifridge. They'd be going back soon anyway. The others took their own little keepsakes before the mobile home was locked in behind 1/2 metre of solid steel.
"789 is the one with the second room. I guess that's Britta, Troy and Abed? Any objections?"
"None whatsoever. Let's go."

The view from the door was astounding, let alone the view from the window. The moment they entered their rooms, the whole of Nevada lay down before them in a neon haze. Annie had rushed ahead to be the one to unlock the door, leaving Jeff slightly behind. He turned the final corner to the corridor he needed. 788, 789. 790 must be the open one at the end with the light pouring out onto the carpet. Deja vu much? Last time this happened... Yeah. Last time he followed Annie.
Sure enough he reached the room and Annie was shuffling a deck of cards at the marble topped table next to a bottle of Smirnoff.
"Annie."
"Yes, milord."
"I can see where you are going with this. We don't have to be drunk again. We can just... Do it. We have before." Jeff closed the door behind him.
"Oh... Well yeah, but I also want to actually learn how to play poker this time. Later we can have some fun. Something about being above so much and being so high up makes sex seem so much hotter."
"Agreed. Somehow... Let's get to business."

Britta flopped onto the bed. If previous hotel beds were anything to judge this one by, it was off the charts. Blissful. Troy flopped next to her and rolled onto his side to face her.
"So."
"Yeah."
"Um...-" Britta interrupted Troy by passionately kissing him on the lips. She continued as he got into it, leaving Abed to awkwardly shuffle away into his room. He wasn't alone. He had someone... He pulled out a black USB and plugged it into his laptop.
"LOADING - HAWKTHORNE."
"Spawning - Hilda."

Chapter 2 : On The Road Again

Annie breathed deeper and more rapidly as Jeff played with her. He'd already lost his shirt in the poker game so the transition was more than smooth. Jeff knew how women ticked, and especially Annie. All the tricks he needed to achieve results. The only illumination in the room being the window, letting in the fluorescent rays. She moaned more until she decided to turn the tables - she rolled Jeff over so she was on top. Now it was her turn.

Britta lay in the bed, wondering where it all went wrong. Jeff could have been hers - he practically begged for it for the first year! She turned him away to feel more feminine and powerful. Sometimes she wished she wasn't such a stuck up feminist bitch. Then again... Nope. Nothing for the advantages. Troy was 10 years younger than her, he was all she had. Annie was so damn lucky to be where she was that day - with Jeff. In a room. Recovered from a drug addiction and her life back on track. Britta was just there, being a buzz kill. Maybe SHE was having a dry spell.

The sun rising over the distant mountains woke the group. The all -wall windows let in every inch of light that wanted in. Annie opened her eyes straight into Jeff's chest. He was stirring, obviously being woken up by the sun too. It was 7:45, which wasn't bad for her. She reached over the edge of the bed for her lingerie, and got herself more presentable. Still inappropriate to anyone but Jeff, but more presentable. He always liked what she wore - usually hair down, legs and cleavage exposed and he was off like an animal. She liked Jeff in jeans and a tight-ish fitting shirt. Or nothing. It worked both ways.

Jeff rolled over into Annie, who was sitting on the side of the bed, putting on some shoes.
"Already?"
"Yeah. We've got a time restriction on this holiday. We can have sex anytime. Your morning cravings can wait till later."
"But it's not the same later."
"Tough."
"Dammit."

Abed was dressed and ready before the sun rose. When he heard movement next door he got up and went through into Britta and Troy's room. He saw them talking in the bed. It was nice seeing Britta finally get somewhere. Troy was only with her because of their incident with the molesting a year ago. Britta might be in a better mood if she can keep a boyfriend for more than 2 weeks.

Britta closed the door behind her, and pulled out the key card.
"Right. Everyone ready?" Jeff came down from his room, taking command.
"Yeah. Let's go." Annie was eager to hear about what Britta thought of Troy and if anything happened last night. She was a woman - she needed to know.
"Right. Let's find this elevator again."

After searching around 300 rooms (about 6 corridors) they found the elevator, and begun their descent.
"Soo..." Annie tried to make conversation.
"Yeah. It's kinda awkward being all squashed in such a small place. Troy shifted his elbow out of Britta's boobs. Jeff held Annie close, which is what she was trying to do anyway.
"You two really don't help the situation." Britta looked in disapproval and jealously at Jeff and Annie in one corner of the lift.
"And?" Jeff defended his pride for the next minute before the doors opened. The group handed over their keys and made their way out to the car park, where the RV had been chauffeured from the 'car prison' as Abed called it.
"Vegas looks so different in the day."
"Indeed it does, Annie. Say, Abed. You got a laptop, yeah? Let's watch some Inspector Spacetime!"
"You got it, Reggie."

"So. Where are we going now?"
"It's not about where we're going. But when-"
"Jesus Troy! How old are you? We get it. Just... Just keep your programme to yourself."
"Okay Jeff. Sheesh."
"We're going to the west coast - San Francisco." Annie called from the front seat with the map... And the sat nav.
"Thank you Annie. At least someone had the decency to say.
The group sat in silence for a while before Annie turned the radio on.
"-and the fire still blazes across Colorado. Now - some tunes. Here's 'At Least It Was Here by The 88'."
"I like this song!" Abed looked up his laptop for the first time. An alarm sounded from the driver's cabin, signalling another driver swap over.
"Oh god. I'm back in." Jeff slowly made his way to the end of the vehicle while Britta pulled over. Jeff took her place and sat down. "What's that button?"
"I don't know. I haven't noticed it before."
"Annie. You should have tried it. I probably paid more for it." Jeff poked the button, and an opaque soundproof material slid down behind them, separating the driver and the passengers.
"Cool." Jeff started the engine and made his way back onto the road.

"-and that's how I got through school."
"Wow Annie. That was... Interesting. I've got another question - when you told that story at Halloween... Why was I the bad guy, until you killed me? Thats been bugging me ever since."
"Well... Now that you ask. Fine. Basically, you were a predator. Feeding off of Britta because you had nothing else. Then I came, and tried to help you solve your problems. Then you said that you'd always have issues and said you'd have to kill me - due to instinct. Then I turned the tables and became the predator."
"Wow. That's kinda in depth."
"It's true. Until I came along, you used Britta as your toy. Then I hunted you as the predator - and here we are. I hunted you to your place before last Halloween..."
"Okay. That was psycho Annie returning."
"Whatever. It's true. Britta says I'm good for you, and I think you're good for me."
"We are together, are we not?"
"Yes, milord. We are."

Chapter 3 : San Fran and Oregon

"-and that's all from Alex, with the weather. Recap - its gonna be about 32 celsius outside today, so keep cool and in the shade."
The RV had been parked up in a car park for the past 20 minutes. The Golden Gate Bridge now towering over them, they had decided to stop and eat. After a quick trip to the nearest shop for supplies, they all sat around the table and tucked in to a McDonalds, because it was cheap.
"Damn. It's been a while since I had one of these." Troy continued to devour his meal, quarter at a time.
"Yeah, I try to avoid things like this." Annie commented in between bites.
"I don't eat meat at all!" Britta leant back in the park bench, nibbling some fries, braced for any attacks. Nothing. Just one from Jeff as a "Boo!".
"No insults? No verbal assaults? Nothing?"
"Why? We've accepted your flaw and are living with it." Abed quickly turned back to his chicken.
"Well... That's... Nice."
"I was thinking we'd spend the day here and eat at the beachfront in some nice restaurant. Then whatever." Jeff threw his box into the bin.
"Great. We'll just sightsee for the day then."

After scouring the town and walking painstakingly across the bridge, the study group finally reached the beachfront, at 7:43. It was getting darker, the sun now setting. They ordered light meals- salads, kebabs etc- and sat around the table afterwards chatting.
"So. Anyone got any jokes?"
"As a matter of fact I do, Britta." Jeff got up and cleared his throat. "A brunette, a blonde and a redhead walk into a bar-"
"Okay Jeff. You've had a fair bit to drink. I see this ending badly. Sit down." Annie tried to take control over a slightly tipsy Jeff, shoving him back into his seat.
"Oh, okay." Jeff picked his glass up again and studied it before he took another swig.

The sunset was ending by the time the group decided to return to the RV. Annie and Jeff had split off to take a beachside walk, along the sand. The sun glimmered off of the sea, giving the whole area a orange haze.
"Jeff. I didn't know you were a romantic."
"I am? Its the drink talking. Just exploit 'Easy Jeff'. It'll make things easier."
"Where are we going tomorrow?"
"Now you're testing me." Jeff sat down on a bench facing the Pacific before answering. "Ideally we reach Seattle. Or somewhere big and in the direction of Canada. I'm cool." Jeff pulled his hand through his hair and looked down at the floor. "Annie. This is really hard to say but needs to be done. As I'm slightly under the influence of alcohol, I'll do it now."
He turned to face her.
"You make me feel like no girl ever has. I love you Annie. More than anyone else."

With California far behind, the 5 study groupees fast approached the Washington border. Oregon was... Kinda bland. Not much there for the touristic man. A seemingly endless chain link fence marked the end of Oregon and their final stage before Canada.
"Hi there! Off north are we?"
"Yeah... Canada."
"Nice. Passports please?"
Jeff passed a bundle of passports out the window to the man in the booth. The man started talking while looking through his newly acquired identification.
"So. Looks pretty packed in there."
"Lived in, definitely. We've got plenty of room."
"What's a group of guys like yourselves gonna get up to in Canada?"
"I... I don't know. Britta -the blonde- said she'd look for places. She wanted to come here in the first place."
"I see. Well, you're good." He passed them back. "Watch the Polish-Arab though. That's not racist he just looks... Interesting in his passport photo. I don't even know how that got through. Enjoy your trip!"
Jeff said his goodbyes and drive over the border.
"Abed's passport photo?" Annie suddenly realised from the passenger seat.
"Check it." Jeff passed the bundle onto her lap.
"Oh my god. It's a high Inspector Spacetime. He's photoshopped a background in too."
"Holy cheese. Really? How did that get through!"
"I don't know myself." Abed's voice came from the ceiling.
"What the fuck, Abed?!"
"Sorry Jeff. I just heard my name."
"Christ..."
"So, Abed. How goes our little adventure for you?" Annie tried to change the subject.
"Okay. Slightly left out of the group due to my lack of sexual activity, but I'm ok. That reminds me." Abed slithered away back out of view, back to his 'room'. He opened up his laptop, and opened an .exe on his desktop.
""Hilda was kidnapped by bandits from the nearby islands.""
"Damn. I'll just get the Gatling gun."

The group continued their journey northwards, nearing ever closer to their goal. Living day by day, always the same as the last. Adventures awaited them. They just had to look...