Vivamus, Moriendum est (Rorschach x oc)

24. Sweet Pain

Mary's P.O.V.

"Ollie, could we please pull over!"

"It's starting to smell like someone yacked all over the back seat! You wanna know why? Because someone did yack all over the back seat!"

"We're not pulling over. At least not until we get out of this state."

"Do you even know what state were in?"

"Yeah, the one named after Yorkshire, or something."

"No! We left New York two hours ago!"

"What would you know?"

"I know because we passed a sign saying, 'welcome to Pennsylvania two hours ago!"

"And?"

"PULL OVER!"

"And do what exactly?"

"Clean up the yack? Or I dunno maybe get another car?"

"We're not pulling over."

"This is absolute madness! Have you gone mad? You expect us to just have a drive with that in the backseat?"

"You know what? I do! I do okay! Because we are not exactly in a position to be able to pull over."

"Why not?"

"What if the bobbies find us?"

"Is this about Keith? Because that's back in England no one-OW!"

"Will you shut it? We promised to never speak of that ever, not even alone! We all agreed we take that to the grave."

"What like she'll hear us?"

"She might've already. Besides we've got loads to worry about besides that."

"Like what?"

"Oh, I dunno! Like wrecking that bloke's bar, checking out of a hotel without paying, 'borrowing' a car, the bloody girl in the back seat of which it'd be very easy to make the case of us having kidnapped her! Take your bloody pick, mate!"

"You have a point."

"Exactly, we can't lollie gag on the side of the road trying to figure things out."

"But at least to remove the yack. Really, it's bloody awful. I think I might be sick."

"Bloody hell, Roger! You get sick and yack all over this car I'll blow your bloody brains out! They're rubbish anyway."

"It'll happen if we don't pull over soon."

The car took a sudden lurch, followed by a groan from me as I fell over in the back seat. A few horns blared but I was grateful for the cease of motion. The car pulled to the side of the road. There was the slamming of doors and yelling outside the car.

"There I pulled over! Are you happy yet you wanker? What now, huh? Got any bright ideas there?"

"Get another car?"

"And how do you expect to do that?"

Annoyed with the constant arguments, I sat up leaning through the rolled down window.

"Sterp yerling." I commanded, though it came out much less commanding than I had hoped as it was followed by a chorus of giggles.

Ollie cast a glance towards me with narrowed eyes. He waged a finger in my direction.

"You shut up! I don't know what you're saying but I'll hear no more from you, regardless."

Roger shrugged, "at least we know she's alive."