Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170830222539

Jo fiddled around with the dials, she managed to find a pop station with some trendy new music that was like a brain virus that had people singing it for days. "Gag!" she declared, changing the station. Then there was some dirge song, that she decided not to settle on. Last was a country station, with some woman weeping about a broken heart. Each station she had some comment like "Shit." "Puke." "Kill me." "I know where we're going," said Kyla. She didn't enjoy having to sit beside Ryan either. Had Jo not planted herself in the front and started playing with the radio, she probably would have swiped the seat. "Did you sort the food problem?"

"Yep," Jo replied. "We now have a vending machine. Some guy wanted a work related injury to sue his work. He paid us fifty bucks and anything we want out the truck to beat him up and make it look like he got mugged, and crushed under some boxes. We have the keys to the coins box and everything. We got to stock the food though. Worth it!"