THE FIRST NIGHT IN NEVADA - 29th to 30th March
including the teams (in order of appearance) “Shift Happens” by @Madrias , “Hillbilly Rollers” by @Knugcab and GECA by @Elizipeazie .
The tent was built up, Jan read a book, Thomas had beer… and Chanty was hungry again. But the bag of chips reminded her how expensive air is sold today, if its in a bag of foil. A frustrated Chanty made a very disappointed expression, as a giant… Tiger? stepped to her.
" AAAH!"
“Oh, I did not mean to scare you. I am totally friendly, and my name is Kiva, and who are you?”
“I am … well… my friends call me Chanty. So, if you are friendly, you can, too.”
“I see that you are still hungry?”
“I hope you are not…”
“Oh, come on. I won´t eat you just because I am a Valraadi. I want to offer you something instead. How about some of the food I like?”
“Sure! I am sorry, I did not mean to insult you, it is just that… I have never seen someone like you before.”
“Everything is fine! I am not insulted, I just don´t want you to feel not well when spending time with me. Here, I hope you like it!”
Chanty hastily grabbed a whole bunch of… fried scorpions, but didn´t notice that, as she swallowed it immediately without looking, and ate it in the most discraceful way possible.
“Oh…mjam! It tasted like onion rings… ehm, interessing. Thank you!”
Everything went very calm and … well, maybe even boring. In the middle of the night, Thomas woke up from a noise, somehow resembling an elephant in the porcelain store. At first, everything was calm. But then he noticed it. From the IP, a … not very elegant silhouette sneaked to the Primus, and it was Marie, looking for Thomas most precious belongings: Neuzeller Klosterbier and Zirndorfer Kellerbier.
In fact, Marie even managed to silently open the trunk, since the central locking system of the Primus was not fixed - the budget was limited - and she pulled the trunk release, then opened it, and grabbed one of the bottles. But she let loose the trunklid, and it slammed with brute force into the lock, as the lifters were totally worn out.
“WHAT THE HELL? FREEZE! Not that you could run away fast enough from me, but don´t force me to make sport at this unholy time!”
“I… need a first aid kit.”
Thomas pointed at the bottle in her hand.
“A FIRST AID KIT FOR YOUR SORE THROAT OR WHAT?”
“Eh, yes, you got a problem with that?”
“OF COURSE!”
“How about a challenge… Germans fighting against other nations failed the two last times, right?”
“What challenge? Armwrestling or what?”
“Good idea, grandpa.”
Both agreed and started. While Thomas, as a mechanic, is generally strong for his age, Maries sheer mass helped her to stand against the furious senior. But then it happened: Since Thomas grabbed beer as soon as he arrived, Chanty parked the car, and left the lever in D. And the handbrake of the Legacy was, well, not the best anymore, and the car rolled away. Thomas sprinted to the driver door, but the handle fell off. With a daring jump, he got onto the hood and climbed through the open sunroof to stop the car. While he tried hard to sort his bones in order to get out of the car again, Marie did not hesitate and ran off with the looted bottle.
A furious Thomas wanted to start the Primus to drive it back, but remembered the rule - he had already four beers, and he didn´t want to risk a problem. So he woke up Chanty and asked her to drive the car back, and put it on P this time, then fixed the door handle, while ranting to his daughter about the Swedes and leaving the handbrake problem for the next day.
But Chanty, otherwise not the bravest, had one of her prominent mood swings, and stepped to the Swedish team like an angry penguin.
“GET OUT AND GIVE THE BEER BACK!”
“Well, you should wait for me to go to toilet then, little girl.”
“I am not a little girl!”
“So you are a stupid kid then, it`s the same! Go play with your Barbies and come back later with another beer for me, I am still thirsty!”
Chanty wasn´t prepared for such a tough nut to crack. She stomped on the bottom and yelled at Marie.
“If I was you, I would rather want to be me.”
Chanty ran towards Marie, ready to… well, not hit her. Chanty would be way to soft for a fistfight. Actually, Chanty just ran to her to wait for Marie to hit her first. But instead, Chanty, as always not aware of her surroundings, fell over a tent peg and had a very nasty landing, resulting her in a scream of pain.
“Oh damn, wanting to have my beer but not even developed enough to walk on two legs.”
In just that moment, Thomas appeared out of nowhere.
“STEALING MY BEER IS ONE THING, BUT HITTING MY DAUGHTER!..”
“Dad, she didnt hit me!”
“SHUT UP! You are not asked. NOW YOU ARE IN TROUBLE, YOU … SMELL OF A SURSTRÖMMING! YOU PRODUCT OF A CURFEW! YOU…”
Marie, totally unimpressed of Thomas anger, replied the most bored way possible,
“Eh, old man, take a breathe, before you get a heart attack!”
“Yes, she is right! Don´t…”
“SHUT UP! YOU ARE NOT ASKED!”
interrupted Marie this time.
“I should tie you to the hood of my car and give you headphones with either Modern Talking at full volume or Chantals devil music and then drive full speed!”
“I hate disco, it sounds like if you have used the record as a flapdisc on your angle grinder”
“Dad, the hood is like new, we shouldn´t dent it! And my music is not devil music!”
In that moment, a box fell from the sky. hitting the Primus and, well, denting the hood.
“OH SHIT! WHY? JUST WHY MY CAR AND NOT YOURS; GOLLUM?”
Thomas ran to the box, and thankfully it all was covered in soft protection material, so that the Primus wasn´t damaged hard and the stuff in the box remained intact.
“WHAT? Beer and… Wodka? HOW THE…”
Before Thomas could realize, Marie already grabbed one of the bottles of Wodka.
“I thought seniors like reading newspapers? It´s not rare that Boeings loose parts of their hull, and this must have been a freight plane, carrying alcohol. JACKPOOOOT!”
Thomas and Marie got drunk - and Thomas put on his hippopotamus costume, giving Marie Chantys unicorn costume, that somehow fitted, and Thomas turned on the ghettoblaster.
PINK FLUFFY UNICORNS DANCING ON RAINBOWS
“Oh no, Chantys 10 hour version. Marie, turn this down!”
Marie, as careful as a bulldozer, ripped off the button, now having the device fixated on “on” and full volume at exact this song. With some bottles, they stomped over the camping site, and it did not take long until the first shoes were flying in their direction.
Chantal woke up Jan, who somehow managed to have such a deep sleep that he was unaware of anything of the circus out there.
“What is wrong? Can you sleep FOR ONCE please?”
“My dad is about to be kicked off here by doing bullshit again!”
“DON´T SAY THAT NOISE IS HIM?”
Jan did a firm facepalm, hurting himself, then shaking his head in disbelief.
“HE IS! TOGETHER WITH THAT SWEDISH GOLLUM AND HE GAVE HER MY UNICORN COSTUME! I CAN NEVER WEAR IT AGAIN!”
Chanty just had emotional breakdown Nr. 21 this year. Jan calmed her down, convincing her to do what a sane person would do: Running towards someone to help her fixing the problem.
Team Shift Happens is in charge, and … eh… let me show it… you need to go there. You see? I would come with you, but I have really bad headache, can you go alone this time?
Chanty ran towards the direction Jan pointed and almost bumped into someone. As this was where he pointed, she thought she is now at the right team location, but in fact roughly 200 meter off.
“PLEASE HELP ME GETTING HIM BACK TO BED! PLEASE! ARE YOU FROM THE ORGANIZATION TEAM? DON´T KICK US OUT, I WILL TRY MY BEST TO STOP THEM!”
“I may have organized the train, but I am not in charge of this event itself. That would be Team Shift Happens…” ,
answeded he, pointing with an elegant gesture towards the said team.
“Oh… but… can you help me calming my father before everybody is woken up?”
“Sure.”
Just in the moment Valentin stepped towards the drunk duo, the battery of the ghettoblaster died, and Thomas stepped back to his tent, as it seems he has realized that the party is now over.
A content Valentin smiled at Chanty.
“Sometimes, problems solve themselves on their own, have a good night”.
Chanty sighed, relieved and totally exhausted from the stress, which at least made her tired enough to sleep peacefully until the sun woke her up.
Thomas was snoring, Jan again sound asleep and Chanty felt a bit weird in her stomach, but blamed it on the stress her father caused again.