ROAD TRIP!!!

[iamawizzard]

  The ROAD TRIP meme

 

It's time to hit the road.


For whatever reason, you are on a road trip. For ANY reason, you are on a road trip. Who knows? Up to you. One thing is certain--there is someone driving and someone is riding with him/her (whether it's legal or not). Sometimes, the destination is not the point--the road there is where all the fun is to be had!

1: Bla bla bla post your character's name, canon/OC or whatever--setting up preferences? Go ahead
2: Dribble blah post replies
4: You're wondering where the three went
5: Have oodles of fun (if you're not having fun, you are f*cking up)

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lmfao it's all good. :3

[bloodbrothers]

Perhaps I show caution for he simple fact that you made them and was attempting to show you a kindness by not mentioning it. [ Doubtful, if by the way he looks like he might laugh at his brother's expense. He hardly doubts any teasing is unfair to him, regardless, as he's been dragged along a road trip and spent most of it being kind enough. Or at least not shaking the wheel and thunking Thor's head against the window any time he looked like he might be dozing. ]

Oh lovely. [ HE doubted his tone could sound any more dry if he tried. Pulling unto the parking lot he parked a good distance from the bikes and pulled the parking break up as they settled. Popping his buckle he swings the door open and stretches his limbs out while he's still hidden on the other side of the truck. A crack of one shoulder before he swings the door shut after popping the lock. ] Well... [ He drawls as he meets Thor at the front of the truck, eying the bikes and decor cautiously. ] Looks like you'll fit right in here, hm? [ A vague gesture to his beard but Loki doesn't stall or hesitate-- he really would just like some damn coffee-- so he pushes the door open to let the both of them inside.

Oh yes. It looked just like he imagined it. Which was not exactly a positive. ] Don't get sloshed it will be your turn to drive after this.

[beworthy]

[ No doubt he will fit right in, which is just why Thor likes places like this. Loki would fit in too after a few beers. Or maybe a few shots of hard liquor. Of course they can't drink too much just now, unless they want to end up staying the night at some nearby motel—which wouldn't be too terrible in Thor's opinion, to have an opportunity to absorb more of the local flavor. And it's not as though they're trying to get anywhere in a hurry. Loki would probably disagree, though.

Inside the bar, there's classic rock playing from the jukebox and a décor made—not exactly charming, but perhaps traditional, by a few animal heads on the wall and a row of wooden stools lined up, a space of floor cleared for dancing and a couple of pool tables in the back. The men already drinking there do look like him, bearded and in flannel and jeans, though rather more potbellied than his cut physique.

He claps Loki on the shoulder, grinning. ] Look, brother, you were right.

[ With the hand still on his shoulder, he steers Loki towards a couple of stools at the bar and makes him sit. ] A beer and a coffee. [ To the bartender. ] And a shot of bourbon. [ Well, if he's going to drive, one of them ought to have the opportunity to get sloshed. They've always been a bad influence on one another, besides. ]

[bloodbrothers]

Of course I was. [ He uttered as if this was an everyday occurrence and Thor was simply being silly by implying otherwise. However that made him look no more pleased about the interior which really did not match with his own choice clothing. The jeans worked well enough even if they were properly fitted, but the dress shirt really wasn't biker style-- even if he had caved at some point during the drive and unbuttoned the cuffs to roll them up past his elbows. He was, however, more than adept at being out of place so he thought little of it past the initial moments as he's steered toward the bar.

He shoots a sidelong glance-- of the disapproving sort-- when he's gifted with a beer and a shot as opposed to the coffee he had been craving. ] You are insufferable... [ He utters, not entirely without affection, plucking the beer up by the neck and taking a drink. He's never been much of a beer drinker,the taste for it something he had never acquired, but he'll admit to himself--if no one else-- the cold of it is at least refreshing. Turning to give a glance to the bar he plucks up the shot, downing it and only pulling a bit of a face. ]

Maybe if I drink enough I'll lose my sense of smell. [ Not that it was terribly poor in the bar, but it did smell of drink and a bit of sweat, and of course leather, but that didn't bother him as much for reasons perhaps better left unsaid. However, it's not unlike him to be a brat for the sake of doing so, another drink from his beer. ]

We should probably stop at the next station and refuel anyway. [ If only because Loki insisted upon opening all the vents on his side of the truck and running the AC. He had never really been fond of hot weather, especially in a cramped truck. ] Maybe we can get you some leather chaps and then you can blend in with all your friends over there. [ He tips his beer and waggles it just a bit in the direction of the bikers situated at one of the tables, entirely unfettered by their own return gaze. ]

[beworthy]

[ Thor is pleased to see Loki fall into the spirit of things in spite of his remarks; all things considered, it's really the minimum of fuss, just the requisite bit of protest his brother always comes up with whenever Thor drags him into going along with something he wants to do. Loki might be out of place, but he is swift to adapt. He drinks the coffee, taking in black, approving of the quick way Loki downs the shot and stealing his beer for a taste. ]

Oh, do you think I should? Maybe I should get a bike of my own, too, and you can ride on the back.

[ Then they could travel the country with the wind in their hair and Loki's arms clutched around his waist. Thor isn't sure why he enjoys that image so much, but he does. His brother wouldn't exactly fit into biker gang gatherings, but Thor would protect him. ]

Another shot. [ To his brother, explaining: ] I'm helping you lose your sense of smell.

[bloodbrothers]

[ That earns an actual laugh from him, already snagging his beer back with a reproachful look. Not that anything as basic as a single beer was going to affect anyone the size of his brother-- he just felt like being a pest. It was natural to him and Thor tolerated him well enough. Better than most, were he to be honest. That aside he could suffer through coffee while Loki at least pretended to enjoy the beer in his hands if only to taunt him with it. ] Oh yes, and then we can get matching jackets. [ A soft snort turns into a shorter laugh as he turns back to pick up his shot, mumbling over the rim. ] Such a considerate brother you are. [ It's all a tease, though the words themselves are rather true. Thor's always been the more considerate of the two of them, at least in many respects.

Downing the shot he lets out a puff of air afterward, mostly because there's a bit of a burn afterward. ] Soon I'll not be able to smell a thing nor will I be able to walk. Sure you can handle that responsibility? [ A quirk at the corner of his mouth as he washes the taste down with the beer. He's not at all worried about getting sloshed either, provided they don't get too involved with the local flavor. ]

How's the coffee? [ A brief glance to the mug, but his attention drifts to the back of the bar shortly after. Sitting up a little straighter in his seat. ] Kitchen looks questionable though.