Jonesy had figured he could leave it a bit before going down to the driver and implying that he would punch fuck the guy into the middle of next week if he didn't stop the bus somewhere useful. If not he'd just take his scarf off and show him the full glory of the curse of Clan Nosferatu. It was a curse in oh so many ways but sometimes in the right situation, a six-foot-tall attitude riddled mega fugly with teeth like razorblades was exactly what you needed. This was one of those situations in every regard, that was until a boney little elbow nudged him in the ribs, he looked over as Leo spoke and he saw it. The glassy far away thousand yards Vietnam veteran stare. The look that his nan used to get when she realised that it was gone 10 pm and she'd drunk her back up bottle of gin, and there was nothing she could do about it until 7 30 in the morning. Nan had usually put Die Hard on or one of the Saw films, she was cool for a pisshead. That didn't help though, Con had never been great at sitting through a movie without sneaking off for a wank in the toilet. "For fuck's sake man!" He hissed under his breath, and leaned over Leo and flicked Connor in the knob. Potence 2 and a Strength of 4 meant that when Jonesy wanted to flick something he could do it in a rather impressive way.<br/>"Dude man, get a grip innit for fuck's sake". He got up and headed down towards the driver. He let his Obfuscate do its thing, he couldn't disappear or make himself look like Brad Pitt but he could go almost completely unnoticed if he thought about it hard enough. The driver wasn't paying the companionway any notice but when a six foot something chav comes almost literally out of nowhere to then lean down by your ear and whisper "Pull over or I will cut the word Cunt into your face" he soon started paying attention. Kyle Thomas Eric Jones  had once been an almost well-behaved boy, well until he hit nursery school at aged four, then he'd slowly morphed into a hooligan, and from there a criminal. He was unfortunately as of yet  to develop the mastermind that he'd hoped came with it. The driver slowed the bus to a crawl indicating to pull into the layby. "Can we ummmm take the next exit, it'll be safer to stop there" the driver stammered. Jonesy just grunted and within minutes the bus was pulling into a service station that was lit up like blackpool illuminations. Jonesy stood back and grunted "That'll do pig" then with a short sharp jab to the back of the skull the driver was blissfully unconscious, as Jonesy headed back up towards the others he pulled his hood up tightly round his face. "DRIVER SAYS WE ALL GET A 20 MINUTE PISS BREAK! SO EVERYONE LETS GO FIND A BOG INNIT!"