I want to start riding the bus more so I have more urban stories to put in Plott World. Here are few from the bars this weekend. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Mikey had sex with a girl that giggles when she gets aroused and laughs when she really starts to get into it. This was not good for his perception of his manhood. In addition, she was obsessed with Nascar and had several cut-outs of Dale Earnhart and Dale Earnhart Junior staring at Mikey as he tried to have sex with this girl who was laughing at him. He had to leave.
Mikey works with a girl who spent several months in rehab for an eating disorder and is now in the hole for tens of thousands of dollars. In addition, she used some product on her hair and left it in for too long, so her hair "melted" and now looks terrible. In addition to that, she lost half of one front tooth and part of the other so she has one fang and one gap. Also, she is an idiot and when Mikey started talking about the war, she said "It isn't always about facts, Mikey!".
A car with amazingly deep dents that runs fine. When asked what could have attacked the car and done the damage without disabling it the driver reveals that he once slowly rolled the car over when driving drunk. The path was slanted, and he thought he could traverse it safely. When the car began to move, it slowly rolled over completely, and back on to the tires.
A young woman drives her car into a dark lot. The last train of the night had just left the nearby station, its end-of-line, and there is no one about. She gets out of her vehicle and sees a shadow dart behind a nearby dumpster. Catching the movement out of the corner of her eye, she walks away from her car and toward the dumpster. Peering behind it, a man is crouched, looking up at her quizzically. "Time to go home, RD, come on," she says.
"No, I'm going to a bar," he responds.
"There are no bars out here, this is the last stop, they kicked you off the train here, and I'm going to take you home."
"No."
"Okay, then."
She takes his hand and leads him, stumbling, like a small child, back to her vehicle.
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