Don't Panic (Jalex)

Backseat Serenade

Content Warnings:
- Sex
- Giant Purple People Eater

It's been probably about four hours of dodging weird monsters and shitty drivers since all of this started.

Alex is humming a melody quietly under his breath while he stares out the window at the apocalypse.

"Da da-da, da da da
Da da-da, da da da
Da da-da, da da da
Da-da da, da da da"

"Hey, wait," Jack says when he's heard it, "do that again. Rian turn the volume down."
Rian turns down the radio as Alex repeats the melody.

Jack thinks for a moment before suddenly reaching into the back of the van and pulling out a guitar case.
"That's mine!" Alex protests as Jack pulls out the white telecaster.
"I'm borrowing it," Jack says. He quickly tunes the instrument and asks Alex to him the melody again.
Alex does and Jack transfers the vocals into a riff.

"Wait that sounds awesome," Rian says from the drivers seat.
"That could be a sick intro or something," Zack agrees.

"Yeah," Alex pulls out his phone. "Let me record that for later." Jack plays the riff a few time so Alex can get a good recording.

"Hey what about this?" Jack plays something fairly similar to the original riff, but this time he plays a few power chords.
"Holy shit, that's genius!"

Jack plays the original riff and then the new one together.
Alex tries to hum along to a new melody. Then he tries, "Woah-oh oh-oh, woah-oh-oh oh-oh oh, woah-oh oh-oh"

"Fuck yes!" Rian practically shouts. "Boom! Intro!"
Alex laughs. Then he records that.

Jack plays the two riffs a few times and Alex sings something he's been thinking about for a while.

"Let's slip away, the renegade life you've been dreaming of."

"Have I ever told you how much I love your voice?" Jack asks, grinning at Alex.
"Yep. Constantly."

*****

Rian pulls over next to a beach that's basically abandoned. The guys all basically jump out of the mobile prison in search for summer sun and salt water.

Sadly, that's when they see the purple octopus monster that had to be as tall as a skyscraper.

"Dammit," Zack groans. "I guess we're not swimming."
Jack shrugs. "I've been needing a tan anyway."

The band searches through their bags for a while. Alex shoves his bag away and groans. "I guess I forgot my swim trunks," he says.
Jack blinks and then remembers something. "Actually I packed you some because I knew you'd forget." He digs through his bag for a second before handing the trunks to Alex. "You're welcome."
"Thanks, Love."

The guys end up sitting on a bunch of lounge chairs at the beach, drinking probably way too much, but too nervous for the future to actually care.

Jack is reading while the others play a drinking game.
Well Jack is playing too, but he's also (trying to) read a book.

The game is essentially Take A Shot Every Time The Giant Purple People Eater Knocks An Attack Helicopter Out Of The Sky.

They're now basically drunk off their asses considering bullets don't even penetrate the monsters skin.

But Jack and Alex get bored quickly after the alcohol runs out.