It really is nice out on the open road. Britney snuggles closer to Chris; nips at his ear, the fuzz starting to grow on his chin...The RV doesn't swerve; it's kinda hard to try to snuggle on someone when, like, they are drive a really large vehicle, such as this one......mmmmmmmmmmmm.............nummy!

Britney thinks that the Buffy appearance is a really good idea. JC thinks so, too! Chris..well, she thinks that maybe he just needs to get used to the idea of his girl doing full-frontal nudity on a primetime TV show with...uh, whips and vampires and dominatrixes and blood and shit.

Oops! Uh, "crap." She giggles. Right. Crap, poop, exretori, pigeon dung...it's really all just, mmm---- uh, blushing. It's....uhhhhhhh...............it's all, unnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh------------------------------

It's really all just pretend, fake, tacky ((AIR QUOTES)) nice words for, like, shit. Get over it, already. I mean, every body knows shit happens, right??

((rolls eyes)) Losers. Incompetent fools....Every body knows that, like, one container of junk is waaaaaaay so much more not necessary than, like, an actual HUMAN.

BITCHES!!!!! ((shakes and bakes a Furious, Mighty Blonde fist..))

For some reason, Chris blinks. Like, and does it again. This is a really, really awkward moment because Little!Chris decides to, uhhh, skedaddle. Skedaddle! I like that word.

((smiles)) "Every thing I like, I tend to get. Sooner or later---"

Garbage trails off, as Chris, out of embarassment, maybe, flips on the radio station to Shirley Manson (who would look mighty tasty with Gwen Stefani, doncha know?? Even though Gwen's, like, married to Gavin now...)

(((sigh...))

And it's Morcheeba, very mellow, just chic enough past boo-zhey to, like, keep the groove goin....

You and me we're meant to be Walking free in harmony One fine day we'll fly away Don't you know that Rome wasn't built in a day

Suddenly, like- Britney starts.....moaning. Loudly.

"Uhh...baby?" Chris queries.

"Don't stop..."

Chris glances at Lance. Sitting idly, staring back at them from the passenger's side...

"Uh, okay."

Britney bursts into giggles when she looks at Lance too. It's the rolled eyes with the bald head, I swear to gawd....

......

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.........."

Eminem gets on. Lance flips the radio station off, after the Fine Kirkpatrick Ass reference. There might be kicking, but it shore as hell ain't Gay-happy Marshall....

.....loser.....

..........

"UNHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........."

"You guys, can you, like, wait for a second when we actually GET to the Grand Canyon!!!!???.........."

"Ah mean, daymn, y'all act like you hadn't been humping like bored cows since June........"

".........and we don't even have cows in Mississipi where I cuhhm from............."

((rolls eyes AGAIN)) ".........ah mean, really!....................Have some considerayshun, ya horny muthafuckas................."

Lance trails off uncertainly; Britney is grinding her hips towards Chris'.........uhhhh......................well, let's just say that little!Chris is awake and back in action...............................

The smell of slightly burning Veggie Burgers in Soy-based Terriyaki sauce makes its way toward Lance's nostrils.

Ummm........GruuuuuuuhhhB.....................

I used to wear black.......but now I'm blue.........I used to tell lies.. now I tell the truth..I'm not successful, noooo- but I.......don't minde....... Success makes you old before your time.........

Lance looks out. It was cloudy in the morning. It rained, ever just a teensy bit, when Jup drove his car away earlier. Brit made sure not to come out of the RV.

And the same things looked different.

It's the end of summer, when you move to another place...

//And I feel like the neighbor's girl who will never be the same..// Lance muses...

He looks at the sky; at the wide, open spaces...He looks at how Chris has turned cowboy, and, like, how every other night Britney makes Christopher lie down so she can massage his calves. And other places, probably, but Lance doesn't really wanna think about that right now...Maybe later.

He grins. If JC's good. The manly man, of not-at-all kitteny proportions, comes along, also with a head shaved--- to match his lover's------- hey! atleast he got him to stop Nairing his arms. Besides, Lance likes fuzz. "I like Fluffy!"

JC is holding a plate of finished Veggie Burgers.

Grins easily, wide as the blue.

"Hey, I only had onions and tomatoes, okay?? And we're out of Ketchup and Lea Perrins sauce....so it's aaall mustard from here.........."

The song changes. "........"

JC puts the plate down on the low-lying pretend-coffee table... I am paralysed, I can't talk or move

He grins, because Britney is now exaggerating her whimpers and hushes...

What could I say

He decides he wants to take Lance's queerly bitchy look off his face.

And before I have the chance to think

He straddles Lance.

I tell this man my name
Licks. Neck. Gently.
(like a swarthy, healthy puppy!)

((possibly a Golden Retriever...or, y'know, a schnauzer-------

I tell this man my name
Lance decides to fergit about nasty-ass Brit Brit, and the Fine Kirkpatrick Ass...

He smiles and looks away

For now.
But I still don't know the answer to this day
"Oh, Baby..."

Bjork begins to croon a lullaby for morning.

Chris gapes.