"Raoul! Come on! They're going to be here any minute!" Patrick yells from the living room. Raoul runs out of their room with his suitcase. All that's in it is a toothbrush, a pair of socks, a multitude of chemical substances, and a gun. Raoul runs to the fridge and grabs a couple of grapefruits and puts it in the case. He shuts it and walks to the door. "All ready!" He smiles at Patrick who really doesn't feel like questioning him right now.
They leave the apartment and just as they walk outside a car pulls up and honks. "Paaaaaaatrick!" yells a voice ominously from the car. They open their window and poke their head out. It's Peter Loew. "Put your stuff in the trunk, it's open." Patrick nods and goes to put their luggage in the truck. "Hello, Raoul," Peter says to him and sticks his hand out of the window for a handshake. Raoul grabs his hand and shakes it. "I've heard so much about you. Hope you have fun on our little business trip." He smiles and puts some sunglasses on. Raoul gets in first in the back and Patrick follows. Norman was sitting in the backseat with them, he turns to them and smiles. "Hey, guys!" he smiles scarily. "Hello Norman, and hello Lumbergh," Patrick says as he buckles himself in. Bill Lumbergh turns around from the driver's seat. He smiles awkwardly. "Uh, hey." He turns back around and begins to drive. Raoul is squished between Norman and Patrick. He puts his arm around Patrick and smiles. "I'm so excited, man! Oh, uh- where are we going?" Patrick rolls his eyes. "It's just a business convention. Our companies are all required to represent." "That's boring as hell," Raoul replies under his breath. "It is boring," Peter replies. "Very. Very boring."
"Oh, come on guys," Norman says, "It's not that bad."
"Yeah, and it's because you're a scientist. You get to talk about all your experiments and your intellect. We have to talk about corporate bullshit. Like paper and..." "Stop complaining, Peter," Patrick interjects. "It's part of the job. Suck it up." "Yeah, um, it would be really great if you guys didn't argue the whole time, mkay?" Lumbergh says, turning up the radio to make them all stop talking. They all do and just stare out the window. "Jesus, I feel like a million bucks with all you guys!" Raoul says, positively. "Each one of you has more money than my entire bloodline combined- it's kinda disgusting!" Raoul pulls out a notepad and starts writing. The whole reason he's tagged along is that he's been assigned to write about the convention. He wanted to do something more exciting but this was the only job available.
After about an hour of driving, they all decide to stop and get gas. They stop at a truck stop and all of them get out of the car. Lumbergh stays behind to pump gas, he needed a break from all those crazies. Everyone else goes into the gas station. Peter goes to the bathroom to piss and Norman buys himself a crossword puzzle book to keep his mind active during the rest of the trip. Raoul grabs a beer from the refrigerator and Patrick walks up behind him to grab the beer out of his hand. "Don't you think you should take it easy? I don't want to have to deal with you getting sick during the car ride." Raoul leans on the fridge casually and looks away, trying to play it off. "Oh, uh, I wasn't getting a beer, man. Just looking. You know." Patrick rolls his eyes, not buying it. He puts the beer back and walks away, Raoul quickly follows after him. He stops to examine all the weird knick-knacks on a back wall. He's confused as to why a typical gas station has souvenirs. Peter walks over and stands next to him. He picks up a small snowglobe with a baby unimpressed snail mascot in it. "Interesting, don't you think?" He lowers his sunglasses and looks at Raoul. "Oh, uh. Yeah, man. It's really interesting." he replies plainly. Peter puts the globe back on the shelf. "Hey Raoul, did you know I was a vampire?" Peter confesses after an awkward silence. Raoul looks at him confused. "You serious?" He raises his eyebrow. Peter replies with a quick nod. "That's-That's why I was gone so long- In the bathroom that is. I started feeling reeeallly sick. And you know, when vampires get sick, it means they need blood." He clasps his hands together. "Please I need blood, give me some of your blood," he asks desperately to Raoul with a scary look on his face. Raoul backs away and slaps him in the head with a newspaper, stunning him. "What the fuck, man?! Don't say that shit! I gotta go back to Patrick!" He turns and runs away. Peter frowns and watches him, not following. Raoul runs over to Patrick who's arguing with the cashier. He cusses the underpaid employee out and storms out of the store. Raoul stands next in line and clears his throat, asking for a pack of cigarettes. The baffled cashier hands him them and he pays, leaving and going back out to the car.
