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Her little Mustang could only hold so much, but Chloe had packed it that afternoon with as much cleaning supplies as she could. Once she reached the Road Kill Grill, she unloaded mops, buckets, sponges, soap, an extra hose, paint, brushes, sand paper, and a million other supplies.
She'd tried to get a hold of Jo, but so far she hadn't had much luck. But it was time. Time to wash away the blood. Time to put the past behind her, and move onto the future.
It was cleaner then she'd expected it to be. The inside of the grill smelled like chemicals. There was no trace of her father's blood. But a stain remained, none the less. Chloe was anxious to change the colors, change the patterns, change...just change. Something new and fresh. A new beginning. She rolled up her sleeves, and got started.
Black highway as far as red eyes could see, and a Volkswagen Beetle sped down it's surface at speeds just over the limit. The little red car, returning from Boulder City, was driven by Lorne; green hands grasped steering wheel as the Scissor Sisters blared their disco anthems over the cars thundering sound system. Tires tore over pavement and the demon who held no legal driver's license careened gracefully between lanes as he headed back home towards Vegas.
Richie Knudsen was an old friend of Lorne's. He lived in a basement suite in a small house off the main drag in the small desert town, and would often make his way towards the busy city of Las Vegas to visit his demon friend. This time, Lorne had figured he needed some fresh air, and went to visit the older man instead. On his way back, the drive seemed to last forever, and the demon began to grow thirsty.
A sign on the roadside informed him that a diner was up ahead, and feeling a little adventurous, the green skinned crooner made the executive decision to pull over. As the diner came into view, it looked scarcely inhabited, although a Mustang sat lonesome in the front lot. Pulling in beside it and killing the engine, Lorne reached over to his passenger seat and grabbed his black fedora and popped it dutifully on his head before he slid his sunglasses onto his face.
He exited his car with fluid grace and strode up to the front door and gave it a yank to discover it was locked.
"Well, that's no way to bring in the customers," the demon mused to himself as he pulled off his sunglasses to peer through the front glass into the small diner.
( Seek And Ye Shall Find )
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