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[intrntl_superassassin]

Can someone please take me here?

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Boy, that's in Mexico... Actually, okay. Get in the car.

[intrntl_superassassin]

Wait. Mexico? How do you know?

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Google Maps says it's in Guadalajara and it's... 41 hours away. Grab your bug out bag. We're goin'!

[intrntl_superassassin]

[He will grab some t-shirts and a pair of jeans and toss them into a backpack]

Guadalajara... I thought maybe Texas or something.

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[She lays on his bed randomly picking things up on his nightstand to fidget with it.] Hell no. It ain't even close to the border. It's like deep Mexico. Speakin' of, you got a baseball bat or somethin'? I got one in the car but can't hurt to have another one.

[intrntl_superassassin]

Do I look like I play sports?

[Vincent is a hundred and twenty pounds if he's soaking wet and casts her a look]

We can stop at Walmart on the way and get one though. We should pick up snacks anyway.

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Shit. I've never played a sport in my life. Don't you have some kinda home defense?

I'm down. We'll need water tablets anyway. [She rolls off the bed and peeks into his bag before heading to his closet.] Don't forget a bathin' suit and toothbrush.

[intrntl_superassassin]

No? Why? No one is going to break into this dump.

[He goes hunting for his speedo] And stay out of my closet.

[borrowed_time]

The shittier the neighborhood the worse it gets robbed. If this were 5th Ave there'd be cops everywhere and your shit would be safe.

Stay out of my closet. [She mocks as she definitely pokes around in his closet.]

[intrntl_superassassin]

[There's almost nothing in the closet. Eerily so. A coat that's far too large for him. A black silk tie. A duffle bag and an old copy of Wuthering Heights about to fall apart]

I said. Get. The Fuck. Out. Of my closet [He is about five seconds away from grabbing her by the hair and hauling her out of the closet if his face is any indication]

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[It takes her a second to realize what she’s looking at. Thankfully, before she touches anything. Heat rushes to her face and her heart aches for him. Her closet came in the form of a shoe box. One she only ever opened on her birthday or when she was really, really drunk. Tennyson closes the closet door and turns to him. “Sorry.”

[intrntl_superassassin]

There's a thing called Privacy! [He drags the nightstand over and in front of the door with a huff, as if it could do anything, the murder draining from his eyes to simple irritation as quickly as it had spiked]

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I thought ya just didn't want me messin' up your clothes or tryin' on your shoes. I didn't mean to... I won't go in the closet again. I promise, okay?

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Good.

[He seems to calm down mostly but leaves the nightstand in front of the closet door]

Closets are for homosexuals anyway. No Straights allowed. [And he says it with a proper glower and full seriousness]

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Pretty sure women invented closets so you're welcome. [She mumbled back a bit sheepishly.]

[intrntl_superassassin]

Whatever. Stay out of my closet. If I say something's private you need to stay out of it. I'm not kidding Tennyson.

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I already said I would. You gonna stay mad at me all the way to Mexico?

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[He has to consider it and then shakes his head] If I was going to be mad I'd stuff you in the trunk until the border.

Okay. Make a list for what we need from Walmart while I finish packing.

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Alright but then you’d have to do all the drivin’.

[She smiles and pulls out her phone.] On it!

[intrntl_superassassin]

Hah. Might be worrh it if you were locked in the trunk.

[He throws a few more things into the bag and then waits for her to finish the list]

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[She sticks her tongue out at him.] Water tabs, Oreos, Pringles, booze, candy, booze, fruit, and pot. Though we can’t get some of that Walmart.

[intrntl_superassassin]

Like the pot?

Wait. Why are you bringing booze across the border? We can just buy the stuff in Mexico!

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Not if I call my girl and she meets us there.

It takes 2 days to drive there darlin'. Since you can't drive, we'll have to stop. I was thinking we could hit a camp ground. I've got gear. We can build a fire and chill for the night and pick up where we left off in the mornin'.

[intrntl_superassassin]

Sounds safer than trying to cross the border with illegal drugs if I'm straight up honest. No jokes on my use of 'straight'.

I can drive. You just risk dying if I pass out or freak out. ...If we're camping I'm packing a sweater... [He goes hunting for one]

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[That makes her laugh.] You think I don't know how to hide my shit? Fine. I'll smoke what I got on the trip and buy shit when we get there. It'll be cheaper there anyway.

[intrntl_superassassin]

I am not ending up in a Mexican jail, do you hear me? You know what I look like. I'd never survive!

[borrowed_time]

We gotta toughen you up somehow.

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I'm tough! Just not tough enough to survive Mexican prison. You're not tough enough for that either!

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I’m shockingly resourceful. You’d be surprised. I’ve gotten into and outta all kids of messes.

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You know what? I actually believe that. Okay. Lets go get the candy.

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Woo! [Tennyson bounces and all but runs to the front door. She needs a road trip. Plus, she’s never been out of the country so that made it even more exciting.] Do ya snore?

[intrntl_superassassin]

No. I sleep like an angel, so I’ve been told. It’s the baby face.

[borrowed_time]

Good. Neither do I. You a kicker or have a lot of bad dreams? I'm only askin' cause I'm kinda a light sleeper and I'm tryin' to figure out if I need ear plugs.

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He looks concerned for a minute and then pulls a plastic amber pill bottle out of his pocket and offers it to her.

"Nightmares. Not often. But it's not the nightmares I have to worry about. It's the migraines that happen if I have a particularly bad one. If I can't take my medication I need you to make sure I take those."

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"No problem." She takes the bottle and puts it in her own pocket. "Ya don't have to make that face, honey. I'm not judgin'. I don't dream but a few times a year and it's usually nightmares too."

[intrntl_superassassin]

Sorry... Just used to being ditched for waking up some asshole one time too many before an important business meeting with inconvenient nightmares.

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Yeah, well, I don't got meetings and if I didn't the sure as hell wouldn't be in the mornin'.

[intrntl_superassassin]

I'm going to remind you about that one day when you're some Ladt CEO of some dumb company.

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Pft! Darlin', I'll be lucky to live to 30. I ain't gonna be CEO of shit.

[intrntl_superassassin]

Well whatever. No one wants to live to be 30 anyway. I'm already way past my life expectancy so all this is just a victory lap.

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I like that. Victory lap. Makes me feel like I’ve done somethin’ other than just exist.

[intrntl_superassassin]

Existing is important. Surviving is the most important thing you can do.

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I don't know. Seems kinda wasted on someone like me. I'm not gonna waste it though. I'll live while I can. Hell, I'm goin' to Mexico!

[intrntl_superassassin]

Whatever. It's yours. You get to live it.

We're going to Mexico and we are going to Taco Gay!

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Taco gay! Alright, you ready?

[intrntl_superassassin]

I was Born ready! Get the car

Fade to black?

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[She bolts for the car.]