The roaring of such a magnificent vehicle certainly captured the attention of Mike, who was still halfway between SS and the dorms. He cranes his head to view the spectacle, catching the thumbs-up from the man who occupied the Electra. Assuming, hoping, and even praying that the owner was from...
Damn...need'a find somebody. Wonder how many girls are here? Then again, I'm a fish outta water; I don't belong here. Ain't stayin' for long. Mike mouths his thoughts to himself, seeing as he is isolated from people, for the moment. He stifles a yawn, hiding the slight fatigue he was enduring...
"That hot ol' summer sun...make ya beg f'your next breath..." Hank Williams Jr. can be heard blaring from the parking lot, a baby blue Ford F-150 to be more precise. A pair of combat boots can be seen resting in the windowsill, and presumed cigarette smoke can be seen wafting from the open...