Into Darkness

The country roads were already dark, as Jonathan knew they would be at that time of year. However, the low fog cover had not been on his check list. Not that it didn’t add to the spooky mood, it just made driving extra precarious. Forcing him to maintain totally concentration on the gloom illuminated by his high-beams.

Mina had shotgun while Lucy sprawled in the back. Mina had gone with the full gothic conversation for their night out. Spiderweb patterns, black frills, silver pentagrams, and the blackest of black make up.

Mina’s fashion sense always leaned a little into the goth side of the spectrum. But tonight her long stocking clad legs extended from an elaborate lolita skirt down to a pair of black stiletto heels. She was really working the angle, and it was certainly doing if for Jonathan. Just as well he had to keep his eyes on the road to avoid blatantly perving at her.

Lucy, by contrast, was playing for the pink and fluffy team. She was wearing a sexy cheerleader outfit (not that their own school had ever bothered with cheerleaders). She had her blonde hair in two long, loose pigtails. Bright bubblegum pink lipstick. And a blood-splattered rubber chainsaw.

Jonathan was always hugely impressed by Lucy’s prop making skills. Jonathan had been studying to work in the practical effects industry, and was always happy to give Lucy some tips.

Lucy’s own interest in art form were all directed towards her hobby for cosplay. Jonathan had been to a few cons with her to see the results. And let’s just say, she knew how the pull a crowd. Plus, she had openly given Jonathan permission to perv at her before the trip started. So that was nice of her.

“You girls thirsty?” Jonathan asked.

“My gracious, that is overly fresh of you Mr. Plissken.” Mina joked while fanning herself with the actual fan she was holding.

“There are bottles in the bag.” Ignoring her joke, he pointed to the bag in the foot well by Mina’s gorgeous legs. Eyes on the road John-o, eyes on the road.

“Me! Me! I’ll take a pepsi.” Lucy proclaimed.

“Infidel.” Mina sneered as she passed the bottle back, taking a coke for herself.

“Mr. Plissken, is there anything wet and sweet I can interest you in?” She directed to Jonathan.

Jonathan slowly panned his eyes to look Mina’s crooked smirk and arched eyebrow.

“I’m good, thanks. And call me Snake.” He quipped back at her.

“Not without the eyepatch!” Lucy interjected.

“For the last time. It’s pitch black and foggy. I’m not putting the damn eyepatch on until we get there.”

“Then you’re not Snake Plissken. You’re just a weird guy with one sleeve.” Lucy huffed.

Jonathan audibly sighed. “Let’s try the radio, shall we? Maybe we’re close enough to civilisation to get a signal again.”