[She'd agreed to help out as a favor. One short conversation on the phone (once she hit her flat/universal storage facility/dust collection in London and found a week-old message waiting patiently on the machine) one brief mention of driving along the South American coast, and Chloe had already etched out a space in her schedule to help Elena catch 'the story of a lifetime'.
As if the woman hadn't had enough bloody stories to last an entire lifetme-- at least after Shambhala, anyway.
But she's not in the business of judging her friends (or at least not the ones with initials that aren't 'ND') and there's something both familiar and alluring about the thought of warm sand and white beaches. Jungles and damp mountain roads and the scent of sea salt sharp on the wind.
Of course that was all sorted weeks ago, and Chloe Frazer's currently an hour and a half late for a seven am start: curled contently in a tangled mass of covers, fingers slung around the neck of a bottle of what was formerly her seventh local beer the night before.
Look, it's a road trip, not a proper gig - they start when they start, all right.]
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As if the woman hadn't had enough bloody stories to last an entire lifetme-- at least after Shambhala, anyway.
But she's not in the business of judging her friends (or at least not the ones with initials that aren't 'ND') and there's something both familiar and alluring about the thought of warm sand and white beaches. Jungles and damp mountain roads and the scent of sea salt sharp on the wind.
Of course that was all sorted weeks ago, and Chloe Frazer's currently an hour and a half late for a seven am start: curled contently in a tangled mass of covers, fingers slung around the neck of a bottle of what was formerly her seventh local beer the night before.
Look, it's a road trip, not a proper gig - they start when they start, all right.]