OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[keptyourtearsinajar]

[totallytrustworthy]

[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.]

[keptyourtearsinajar]

Truth be told, the projected seven a.m. start was a bit optimistic, even for Elena.

Sure, she'd been up well before seven; she showered, got dressed, and repacked her suitcase somewhat haphazardly in the hopes of actually meeting the deadline for which she had no-one to blame but herself, and after depositing her luggage in the trunk of the old beater they'd parked out front, she set off to find breakfast and, most importantly, coffee.

It was in this venture that her attention was ultimately diverted, meandering down small cobbled side streets and taking in the local colour.

Nearly two hours later, a bag of sweet, freshly-baked pastries under her arm and a cup of coffee in each hand, Elena made her way back to the hotel and, seeing no sign of Chloe anywhere near the car, navigated her way through the hotel to her friend's room.

"Chloe? You alive in there?" She called through the door, punctuating her query by rapping her knuckles on the hard wood while carefully balancing both cups of coffee--one on top of the other--in her left hand.

[totallytrustworthy]

"Not currently." Is the groggy response, muffled by distance and the dull weight of a half-stuffed pillow. She's dressed, thankfully, but it's all stale clothing from the night before and-- all right fine-- maybe fleecing the local crowd with number 7 and no partner in crime at her side to help her ditch the drinks rather than stow them away was just bloody stupid on her part.

But then again, no one's around to judge, save for the sunshine hovering at her hotel room door.

"Try again in five-- ten. Fifteen...hours."

[keptyourtearsinajar]

Elena gave a wry smirk at the muffled reply, shaking her head.

"Well, unfortunately we don't have that kind of time for you to sleep it off," she called through the door. Not if I want to get paid, anyway. She looked down at the door knob and thought about trying to just open the door, but Chloe wouldn't have left it unlocked, would she? Or had she been too drunk to care? Elena tried the door.

It was unlocked. She thinned her lips and walked into the hotel room, glancing back at the door once she was through it. "Well that's not safe." She turned her attention to Chloe and approached the edge of the bed. "Come on, sleeping beauty! I've got a little 'nectar of the Gods' for ya."

[totallytrustworthy]

"Had it." Her face is buried-- rather determinedly-- down into the mattress she's currently sprawled across, wearing the exact same outfit (jacket included) from the night before and smelling for all the world like it.

She and Nate, birds of a feather sometimes.

"Had it all last night and I'm not feeling anything remotely close to the definition of the word 'divine'." Tequila, to be precise. High end.

[keptyourtearsinajar]

"This is not that kind of nectar," Elena said, walking around to the edge of the bed closest to the catatonic Chloe and setting both cups of coffee on the nightstand. "In the interest of--"

She looked at her watch and made a face before busying herself trying to discern whether or not Chloe was packed.

"--uh, in the interest of moving fast, I'll drive and you can, I dunno, sleep in the back seat or something, but we really gotta get going."

[totallytrustworthy]

"--what?" Keywords, really. Something about the idea of being hired on for a job and then ditching said duty for the sake of sleeping off the consequences of her own shoddy decisions; Chloe claws her way upright on willpower alone, fumbling a slow crawl to the nightstand.

"No. No, no, no - I've got it just..." Movement. Not her best idea. "Ten minutes, bright eyes."

Never let it be said she's purely unprofessional.

Only mostly.

[keptyourtearsinajar]

She shot Chloe a sympathetic look before shrugging and putting her hands on her hips. She'd been at the business end of a few nasty hangovers herself--though it seemed Chloe was acquainted with them more often--and almost felt bad for making Chloe drag herself out of bed so early.

"Alright, but if you're not out to the car in fifteen minutes I might have to resort to drastic measures."

Do I sound like a dad on a road trip? Elena shook her head and started out the door but stopped, remembering the bag of pastries and getting one out for herself before leaving the other in the bag on the nightstand next to Chloe's coffee.

"I'll go see if I have some aspirin," She offered, headed towards the door again, her breakfast in hand. It was a long drive to Cape Horn and the winding coastal highway was bound to disagree with a hangover.