Day 2, 2-4p - “Armed and Dangerous”
DING! “Your Fuel level is Low.”
“Shit, we’re runnin’ outta gas.” Cody said. Marcus nodded, then pulled into the nearby gas station, picking the pump closest to the exit. “Quickly, before they catch us!” Jake yelled.
“Hurry up, you thirsty bitch!” Marcus cursed, kicking the rear tire of the E5. Just then, team Teal Terror and their Terrible Teal Turd, the Ardent Smoke, hurtled into the gas station as well, pulling up to the pump right next to theirs.
Almost immediately, the chaos started. Jen of team Teal Terror opened the glovebox and removed a jar of Grey Poupon, removed the lid, and hurled the contents across the windshield of the Dynamite. Trevor went to open the door, only to get yelled at both by Marcus and IVAN.
"You fuckin’ idiot, the gas nozzle’s in there!"
DING! “Fuel Door is Open. Door Latch Engaged.”
He tossed the jar over to Jake, who threw open his sliding rear door, lunged over the liftback, popped the lid, and flung the spaghetti sauce across the Ardent Smoke’s windshield. “Take that!” he yelled, laughing like a madman.
This prompted Fuzz to stop paying attention to the gas nozzle long enough to clear the windshield, using the gas station squeegee to remove the offending mess.
Cody flicked the windshield wipers, clearing the worst off before getting out to do much the same, only for splatters of red to burst across the windshield as Fuzz flicked the squeegee and splattered their windshield with their own tomato sauce.
“Fucking hell!” Cody yelled, though it was Trevor who got the perfect chance. Spotting the door was open on the Ardent Smoke, he stuck the barrel of the glitter-loaded cannon out of the window, then fired it. With no one in the car, no one could get hurt, but there was now three pounds of loose glitter flying around, and about a pound of it in the interior, all over the dashboard and seats.
“Trevor! Really, in the fucking gas station?” Marcus said, though was trying not to laugh.
“Well, they wrecked our plan for a fast pit stop. And covered our windshield in slime again.” Trevor said.
“To be fair, both of our teams are pretty much dead-last right now.” Jake said. “We’re fighting each other quite a bit. Not that I’d trade that for first place, well, okay, fair enough, I would, but I wouldn’t trade it for second place. What I’m saying is, we’re having more fun through aggressive competition than the other teams could possibly have. Sure, some of them have run away from us quite a bit, but right now, who else is having a war in the gas station parking lot?”
“True to that.”
The Hooligans looked over at Fuzz, standing next to the Smoke, who had just confirmed the fun factor.
Meanwhile, Jen had gotten a bottle of cola from inside, then ran back over and hosed down the Dynamite and half of the Highway Hooligans. “Hey!” Jake yelled, “Watch the laptop!”
“That’s for the glitter inside our car.” she replied.
After a while, both teams came to at least a relative truce, as both teams were hungry. When Jen brought up Studebaker’s Pizza, and invited the Hooligans, they agreed.
“Sure, we could use some food, too.” Marcus said.
Morale: +4 (+2)
Fatigue: +15 (+5)
Status: Going for Pizza with Team Teal Terror.
(Hope I did well enough, @VicVictory.)