Purely metaphorically, Lapine gets her dick sucked for the nice place to crash; everyone has a good enough memory for the story to remember that praise is the order of the hour, however much, normally, that the more experienced runner would have preferred being tag teamed.<br/><br/>The driver this go around has both technical skills and a sense of humor. The vehicle has been modded beyond recognition; it barely even seems to fit broadly applicable terms, so obviously the name "The Mystery Machine" has six spraypainted variants on various body surfaces. At least the passenger cabin is nicely climate controlled.<br/><br/><br/>The trip is punctuated with occasional updates from both back home and the police. Nothing too unexpected from either end. The bar itself is rather downkey, and busy for the hour. Probably has to do with the security.