<div class="floatleft">(http://images.buddytv.com/btv_2_800076001_1_590_-1_0_/10-characters-we-hop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jeremiah Wesson<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Rosy</em>'s Cab, Depot One<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kendra, Crystal, Celes, Open<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Refueling:<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jeremiah turned to Kendra as she stumbled out of the truck, and approached him. Commenting on how Rosy was a "Fine" Rig. Jeremiah almost scoffed at that comment. Rosy wasn't a "Fine" rig. She was the Best! A Maxim 6 Super. They were a dying breed that was almost impossible to find nowadays with everyone using disposable technology. Rigs like Rosy and her sisters were cast to the wayside to rot in scrape yards to make room for the "Latest, and Greatest". That was where Jeremiah found her, in a junk yard. One could have said it was love at first sight over a decade ago. In that time, Jeremiah logged well over a million miles running between the cities, and settlements. Rosy could be ornery, but she never failed to get a load through.<br/><br/>Jeremiah was about to reply when Celes slipped out of the cab to "Report" to her Mistress. Her curves certainly tantalizing to the mature male's eye, but he quickly dismissed any of the notion from his mind. He was simply a Driver, and they were Passengers wanting a ride to their destination and Jeremiah was just happened to be going in that direction. He remembered her offer about giving him company for a brew or four. He was tempted, sorely, to take her up on that offer. Who wouldn't want a beautiful woman, or women sharing a drink or table. Yet he just replied with a lazy "maybe". Jeremiah had a fondness for drink, and sometimes didn't know his limit. So he had to make it a hard rule that if he was on a Job, he didn't partake. Otherwise he could lose everything.<br/><br/>He would hear Kendra tell Celes that they'll wait until He was finished making sure Rosy was okay before collecting Crystal and heading inside. "Y'all go on. Rosy'll be fine. That wasn't shit to 'er. Dis'll take about an hour, and a half. Dun wait on meh." he told the two as he leaned against the large torque transfer piston housing, and propping his foot against the concrete island as he watched the fuel depot gauge spinning like a top with all the gallons of Diesel Rosy was drinking. She was a very thirsty girl.