WIP - The Quakes - The Idiots on the Bus

Chapter 73 - The Road Ahead

Drew and crew were being driven by Mr. McGuffin.

His normal face was like an old 50s and 60s action strip, except about 55. =
He was a big man, he'd be called Rick or Jock or Bunyip. Like an athlete go=
ne to seed. Like Kimmel on an average day.

His other face, is well known. That of Buddy Hackett.

He was DUI already. Fuck if any cops would pull over a normal driving tour =
bus, Buddy was an ace driver. He could knock back a fifth over 3 hours (a b=
ig guy) and drive any course for normalized driving, including hazardous co=
nditions. He knocked back the last of his Jack Daniels flask and said "That=
's it til' Chili's."

In back, the party was full swing. Male strippers, and 3 gals doin' body sh=
ots in back. They weren't wrinkled below the neck, except for Rose Mcgowan.=
 She had a skinny ole granny body and a belt full of 20s and that's about i=
t.

She was collecting for the body shots, but about half of it was for her gyr=
ations.

I'm not gunna talk about the other gyrations, but the ladies and gentlemen =
up front were all havin' a blast too.

This is how Drew and Rose got to be such good friends, buses like this to o=
ther Fight Club events and Las Vegas.

Cheers were goin' up for Dah Fatass Old Man who was doin' a double body sho=
t in back.

More cheers were goin up for the Standardbearer's display of the Coke Platt=
er the hard way, he was on the big screen in the front 3 rows. The gals wer=
e all swiveled around. Amy was taking orders for coke in an inset on the sc=
reen with McGuffin passing back grams and 8-balls for the day's event. The =
money was going where Dah Mean Old Man had his mouth. That varied.

Then, a news brief on McGuffin's pocket radio. "We gotta find a new route. =
The freeway's out."