Thread: Just Some Punks in the Backwoods {darkest_fate&Google}

It was funny how some things changed over the years while others stayed the same, Peter O'Malley was reflecting on this as he drove his slightly battered truck through the winding mountain roads not far from his home. Take his business for example, his dearly departed father had taught him how to run the family still fifteen years ago, back when Peter was still only thirteen years ago. His family had been making 'moonshine' since the prohibition days and had made quite a lot of money of that back then... enough to finance some other ventures until they ended up owning half the nearby town. His Uncle was the mayor, his cousin Ray was the Sheriff, and his other cousin Billy owned the only strip club in the county, but Peter was the one who kept the family buisness alive... technically on the pay roll of the sheriffs department and occasionally finding girls to work at the strip club with a decent finders fee going along... but in the last few years things had changed. Now running the still was practically a full time business, Peter had needed to expand to meet the demand. The way he under stood it, 'rural liquor' had become a vogue drink among many of the young and wealthy around the country, and with it still being technically illegal when it was done properly... he had managed to find himself in the perfect position. Of course he didn't sell it directly to the young and stupid, instead he would take a once a month drive across two states with all that he had been able to make, hook up with a contact in the Dixie Mafia, selling gallons of the stuff and picking up some party favors to keep himself occupied while he brewed up the next batch. The drive took about three days as Micheal mostly stuck to the back roads, in his home county the law might be entirely on his side out and about he might end up getting himself into some trouble, galleons of white lightning in the bed of the truck on the way there and a large amount of money with a few bags of pills on his way home. It was about thirty miles out from town that he found the bus on the side of the road, clearly it had been in a nasty little wreck, from the looks of it hitting an exceptionally large bear, the driver was dead and no other occupants around... but Peter really didn't want to get involved in it right then, it was on the wrong side of the county line as far as he could tell and if he were to call it in then it wouldn't be his kin checking it out. Nothing he could do for the driver so he continued on his way, hearing the thunder of an approaching storm, a little while more to go and he really didn't feel like getting caught up in the rain on these treacherous roads. It wasn't much further down the road that he saw the girls trudging along the road, the rain just starting to come down in earnest and the wind picking up, it was going to turn into a miserable night. Just a glance was all it took for him to recognize that they weren't from around here... the girls from the area didn't dress like that unless they were working at his cousins strip club. He grinned as he saw them in his head lights, slowing down as the truck approached them, he had been considering heading to that strip club and taking advantage of the power that he had there over some of the former run aways that he had lured into working for his cousin... but this promised some entertainment all on its own. Pulling up next to them, seeing the girls more closely now, he stopped the truck and rolled down the window so they would be able to see them, giving them his best friendly local boy smile, the one that had been pretty successful when he had been playing football back in high school. You ladies look like you're in need of a little help. His accent less pronounced then others around, noticeable but no so thick that others wouldn't be able to understand. Smiling still he leaned over, opening the passenger door of the truck, knowing it was really only built with a single bench seat and only three belts, but there was no reason they couldn't squeeze in just to get out of the rain. Get on in, the weathers only going to get worse and the road to town floods over when it rains like this... y'all can wait it out at my place though.