He hopped the train going nowhere; or was it anywhere? It didn't matter. His lack of experience lightened the load and his quickness to make friends opened doors. A shadow groaned a dry, curt hello. The wind whipped tendrils of citrus through his hair.
He grabbed his satchel, a handkerchief as tired and old as he felt, and tossed in a can of beans and a day old loaf of bread. Old hobo like, trudging through a field of wildflowers, he smelled the wet of coming rain mingled with dry grass.Earned the Trip to the Farm (Level 32) badge!
I don't believe a word that Loral says. Besides, she wasn't driving on Pacific Palisades anyway, it was way too damn late. And those hibiscus flowers in her hair? I've got a funked up, hazy memory, for sure, but even I can't buy that.Earned the Draft City (Level 38) badge!
So this badass beer walks into a wine barrel, see? It wasn't supposed to be a permanent thing, but it that's how it goes sometimes. Then it decided to slap her upside the ass with an oak stave. She liked it. So did I.