A small Dirt Parking Lot

We crested a final hill, and below us lay a small river valley, a small river winding its way down along between a combination of oak and grass. A small dip off to the right led to a cleared space where a very small number of cars sat, parked a considerable distance from each other. I saw a perfect space right next to a newish looking car, and was startled by the honk and dirty look the older woman in the car gave me as I easily slotted the van into place. The flying dirt and roaring engine as she raced away from us before we had even opened the door caused me total confusion.

"What the hell was that about?" I shrugged, turning off the engine. "First person we see today and she acts like I insulted her by parking in an empty space."

"Hell if I know," Helen shrugged. "If it was back home, I'd just say, it's just the city, but we're out in the middle of... well, nowhere."

"So how did you find this place anyway?" I asked, noting that the sound of a barking dog was coming closer.

"Don't look for it on Wikipedia, it doesn't exist." She grinned. "And I aim to keep it that way, thank you. Don't even say the name out loud."

"Ok, whatever you say. I'd hate to ruin your secret dirt parking lot."

"One of the great things about this place, you have to actually walk a bit before it gets good. Hence why nobody knows about it. If you ain't local, or patient, you would never find it." Helen smiled sweetly, before procuring something that I knew wasn't a cigarette out of her pocket. "I'd ask for a light but..."

"I got it," Carla fished in her pocket, pulling an ancient flaming 8 ball zippo from its recesses, before easily lighting the tightly wrapped package which Helen inhaled from.

"Keep an eye out, cops around here are dicks," Helen mumbled, before biting back a cough. "Shit... that's good." She coughed loudly, and nearby I heard the sudden sound of a car door slamming rapidly and another car peeling away.

"What the fuck is that about...?" Charlotte glanced at the second rapidly retreating car. "Some assholes just can't stand somebody having a good time. Twenty bucks says she's on the phone to 9/11 to report some kids smoking in the parking lot. Speaking of which, Puff puff, PASS hon..."

"Ugh, so tired of that. " I agreed, spluttering through my first hit and actually loudly coughing on the last. A part of me almost was looking forward to getting fired as I knew I would for this. At this point though, I was having the time of my life, I was having fun with FOUR women, and somehow... I'd actually slept with all of them. I mean, it's a joint, it's not the end of the world, and worst case scenario, an ass chewing and a fine. I can deal with it.

"How did we turn into the kids?" Kaila rolled her eyes and took the proffered joint with ease. "I mean, Apparently we're supposed to be sophisticated and smoking concentrate or something... vaping... gah... that's a little harsh but I like it... Anyhoo, I just... I like this, why change it?"

"Hell if I... cough... know..." I mumbled. "I am just happy where I am, and with what I have, I don't need m..."

My speech was cut off by Carla suddenly waving madly at a woman coming up the embankment.

"Joan? Holy... is that YOU?" Carla suddenly shouted, snapping her lighter shut and shoving it back into her pocket. "When I saw the news this morning, I thought... I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Carla...and... no fucking way..." The small raven haired woman as leading a group of three dogs, obviously not all of hers since the leashes and collars, as well as the breeds and attitudes of the animals were completely haphazard. She seemed younger than I would have expected, but a sudden voice in my head told me that we need to check with the lawyers.

The entire scene stopped, while a small man in a black and white outfit raced into our field of vision from behind a car. He made a quick inquiry to the young woman, who rolled her eyes and reached into a small bag slung over her side while awkwardly shifting the leashes to one hand. She then proffered her driver's license which the small man in the white striped shirt checked over carefully. He jotted down the ID, noted the birthdate, took a quick mental calculation, then looked over at us and flashed a thumbs up. He then raised his hand over his head and waved it in a circular motion, before placing his hands at his waist.

"I.D. Check is legal, Hotel Personnel are required to be over 18. Ten Chapter Penalty on the defending side for Pass interference and Fourth Wall Break. First Down."

The crowd booed loudly at the call, but settled down quickly as the players reset.

No... wait... fuck... that didn't happen... what the hell... I shook my head as the young woman with the small pack of animals moved closer towards us. I could take in the lithe shape of her body, and noted her slim breasts beneath a very thin t-shirt. The thought ran through my head that she either wasn't wearing a bra, or didn't need one. In any case, I was amazed to see her face light up at the sight of Carla, and positively become radiant as she took in the rest of the people in our little group. Her hair was dark, and done up in a manner that almost resembled a bun, but not quite, as it was gathered much lower on her neck.

"What the... I didn't think I'd see YOU again, not after... not with everything that's going on." Joan gasped. She quickly aborted her motion about fifteen feet from us. "Uh, Hi... how... how have you been?"

Something seemed off. Joan seemed like her first impulse had been to race up and hug Carla, but then, something had stopped her. Something was wrong.

My phone buzzed urgently in my pocket, reminding me about the real world. A real update. Something important.