[Pete for S-Mod]

"James, how long does it take to make a hamburger? Not five damn minutes! Get out of here, and dont come back, you bum!"

Hell yea.

Jimmy could be called a loser. He was twenty and worked fast food because he dropped out of high school, and he was free floating from garage to attic, staying anywhere until he got kicked out. He was going on a road trip with some friends, and needed a way out of work. He was late already.

Vinnie, Rex, Jyo, Leah. All people he knew very little of. But Rufus was an old friend, and old friend indeed. If only Jimmy knew where he lived.

Wait, are we even meeting there?

How the hell was a poor schmuck like Jimmy going to make it anywhere? There were five possible places, and he wouldnt know how to get to any of them. This was going to be a problem. But never fear, Jimmy had an older brother. Had, as in he was killed for stealing a cops car. But Jimmy learned the trade. And the managers run down Maxima had no alarm.

If I stop in the middle of the highway, they might drive by me.

Jimmy pulled into the median of the highway, and got out. He realized he had nothing on him except eighteen dollars and a switchblade. Hell, by the time the crew realizes he has no money, they would have to drive back to kick him out. Or maybe he would find a money oppurtunity along the way. Either way, he might not even be going. Hopefully they had not left yet, and hopefully they were taking this road.

((Its kind of short, but I am rushing.))