The end of the evening after Stage 0
teams included (in order of appearance): Team Firulais by @Angelustyle and Hillbilly Rollers by @Knugcab
Jan, as he has a no-drug-attitude, quickly passed the joint back to Chanty.
“It´s late, and since you will definitely not drive a car tomorrow, and Thomas is maybe stuck at some place getting drunk, I need to be fit for tomorrow in case Thomas isn´t. Please, don´t freak out too much. I guess you won´t give me company in the tent and prefer to get drunk even more instead?”
Chanty rolled her blue bambi eyes and answered in strong dialect with a slightly annoyed voice.
“Orrr du Rendnorr, dis kann doch ne wahr sein? Dein Ernste?"
Come on, you pensioner! You can´t be serious!”
“I am not a pensioner, I am just the only of us showing responsibility!”
Jan. mumbling some annoyed words about his girlfriend´s disastrous mental stability, went to sleep alone, of course he asked himself if he could leave Chantal alone, but in the end, she was a very faithful character he could trust, and if she was in trouble, she could wake him up anytime.
Chanty, now under the influence of two substances at once, finally found the courage to speak to Angel again. After the mindreading incident, she blamed herself for letting Angel feel miserable, and truly hated herself for it, but now she was dizzy and carefree enough to finally apologize. After grabbing one of her plush toys, a Rhino she bought for the rallye as company for her plush elk Rudolph, she stepped up with it to the team Firulais, looking for Angel.
"What are you doing with that childish plush toy? Aren´t you grown out of this?,
said a young, but harsh female voice. Chanty turned around, almost dropped the rhino from being scared, and all her confidence was about to get lost. Before she could say anything, the other girl continued.
“Don´t be scared by everything! I am Ana, I was a bit harsh, wasn´t I? What was your name again?”
“Chantal. But my friends call me Chanty”,
she replied, still a bit shy.
“All right, Chantal. Yes, I recognize you from playing Uno. What are you doing here this late?”
“Is Angel still awake?”
“He will be if you continue this loud, damn!”
“I heard my name?”
asked a curious Angel, politely greeting Chanty who started feeling visibly nervous and uncomfortable.
“Oh, I am sorry that it still scares you, I really can´t control this, but I won´t harm you.”
“No, it is me who has to apologize. It is all my fault.”,
answered Chanty, in broken and hardly understandable English, as she can´t really speak other languages. In all her excitement, she continued in terrible east german slang, worse than Thomas did ever speak.
“Eh, I can´t quite understand you.”
“Orr! Warum konntsch ooch inne Schule ne ufbassn! Äh… wadde ma… isch hobs glei…een Moment… ah, jetze. Eh… I want to give you this as apology because I have hurt you.”
“Oh, wow, Chanty, that´s cute! And it reminds me of you and your team in a wonderful way!”
“Thanks… I think it might be supportive to you when you have such an attack again.”
Angel stood there with eyes - well, one eye, as he has only one, with the right one being artificial - wide open, admiring the plush toy, and Chanty timidly approached for a hug, that she recieved, breaking loose another flood of tears. Ana sighed.
“Not this again, I can´t stand that drama queen. Don´t get held up for too long, Angel, we need your skills tomorrow.”
“Sure, Ana, but please don´t be so harsh to her. Chanty, have I done something wrong?”
“No, it´s just that happiness is also something difficult for me…”
“I can see that from what I noticed. You are way too kind to have such a stressed mind.”
“Könnwa bidde nich darübor rädn? Bidde?”
Angel didn´t understand what exactly she said in this awful dialect, but he understood that Chanty really didn´t want to talk about what Angel saw in her mind.
“It´s fine. Thanks again for the beautiful rhino, I wish you a good night, and you can come over here anytime you want.”
The scenery was watched by Marie, still furious that her team needs to rip half of the car apart - again. Although Janne and Andreas have no clue how butter went into the car´s vents, Marie was sure that Chanty played a revenge game. As Jan was already sleeping, Thomas nowhere to be seen and Chanty again annoying other people, she sneaked into the tent of her opponents and stole Rudolph.
“Ah, there you are, you little toy!”
Her evil laughter almost woke up Jan, so she rushed off the tent as fast as she could, with the grace of a defective bulldozer.
Thomas, on the other hand, enjoyed some time alone, and after checking Holsias cars and landscape, wanted nothing but some (but not too many) peaceful beers alone. All these people, all that running, talking, hectic, that was alright for an evening, but not many days in a row. In fact, he could understand Jan´s wish to stay in the tent reading books, but as Thomas is everything but an introvert and an overall restless person, staying in the tent was the last thing to do for him. When he saw Chantal staggering totally drunk across the camp, he decided to watch the happenings from a safe distance, as she is totally the person to get in trouble. But seeing how his daughter acted towards Angel made him proud. With a smile, he took the last sip from his beer, smiling.
“Ah, thats how I raised her. And her mother, when I was getting milk… Now she has finally arrived here, great. It´s time to rest now.”
As Marie runs back to her team’s tent, Ángel calmly walks through the camp, thinking calmly about more or less everyhting, as he is an overthinker as Chanty, but what differs him from her is that he has enough braincells to do so substantially.
They both bump head-on into each other, and, as Marie continues her dash to her tent, Ángel, startled, gets up again and continues his walk, thinking about what may be happening between the two teams.
