Thread: The Road To Fame (Sumi & Mr Quixotic)

A subtle smile crossed her lips and she briefly raised an eyebrow at him when Duane supposedly scolded her after pushing her luck for a place to stay overnight. She couldn't really let him do all the persuading now, could she? If they were going to aspire for the bigger rewards, they had to work as a team of two. Besides, she had to admit that their savior wasn't so bad looking either and she wouldn't mind seeing him around for a little longer. And just as she shamelessly thought of how fun it would be to play with his mind in spite of how he already had wife, a sudden swat applied to her bottom reminded her that maybe it wasn't so nice to be doing that, lest she might lose her own partner's trust. Then again, she didn't know enough about Duane just yet, now that she thought about it. They had just met, their initial plan was to get to Vegas, but she had no idea as to what expect after they'd reach it. This could either be a temporary relationship, a simple fling to satisfy each other and bring some spice to their trip, either it could be something more. He didn't exactly strike her as someone who prefers a stable relationship, but what if she was wrong? What if he did expect at the very least some loyalty from her in this regard? This would definitely be something to ponder on and possibly discuss with him in the near future. Returning her attention to the men, Karmen had to hide a grimace at the mentioning of a church bake-sale. She could only picture this Daisy woman as one of those perfect religious housewives who meet on Sundays with their friends, drink tea and eat cookies in the afternoon and giggle over the stupidest subjects. Maybe she had rushed into this deal too soon. The last thing she wanted was to keep up the good girl facade in front of someone like her, or end up having to listen her preaching. If it was the latter, she'd be out the door with Duane by one hand and the baggage in the other in a jiffy. She wondered what exactly could this man love to such a woman, but in the end she guessed she could also be wrong about his wife's personality. She could very well be a lovely and fun person, for all she knew. As she was flashed a smile, the brunette did the same, partly because she wanted to be polite, and mostly thanks to the funny way Kurt was picturing Duane. I sure am. Ain't no other man like my sweetie, to go to the ends of the earth to make me happy. she praised, both hands taking a hold of one of Duane's as he settled next to her, sticking to him like glue. A true perfect pair of lovers in their savior's eyes, no doubt. The questions that followed, however, weren't something she wasn't prepared, and she had a feeling that neither her partner in crime was. She could probably pick any random state, but to avoid saying something that would possibly conflict with what Duane would say, she kept quiet and let him handle it, even as he surely took his sweet time deciding on one. When he came up with Idaho and looked at her, she quickly picked up his uncertainty and for a moment there she was amused at how he wasn't sure himself if what he said was right. Oh, he would not get away with this once it'd be just the two of them! As soon as the subject shifted from that to something she 'd have to explain, she just had to take a subtle jab at her so called soon to be husband. Oh, well you know how fathers are. They want the best for their daughters, and I guess Duane here wasn't exactly husband material in his eyes. He wasn't anywhere as rich as the man I was supposed to be married to, and he did look a little bit like a player when it came to women. But he was so sweet whenever he'd take me out on dates that I couldn't say no to this sweetie pie! Not even if she wanted to, could she have made up such a ridiculously cliche story. To some extent she was eager to get to that house already and be able to revert to her real self once it'd be just her and Duane. All this sweetness was on the verge of grossing her out, never having been one to be like this unless she was trying to get something from someone in exchange for sweet talk. When the trip finally came to an end, Karmen was relieved and somewhat happy to see a town after such a long time of being separated from any sort of real civilization. That she'd no longer sleep on a creaky old bed and neither by herself, was like a welcomed bonus. Strange how these little things could uplift her mood so much. She was also glad to see that she wasn't the only enjoying this, certainly not regretting that she'd chosen to push Kurt to give them a place to stay. Duane, sweetie, 'careful so you won't get diabetes from all this sugary talk, she joked with a chuckle, stepping out of the vehicle. Kurt's home did have that perfect atmosphere about it, straight out of a magazine, with the fresh cut grass, white picket fence, flower bushes here and there and pretty patterned curtains at every window of the house. She didn't even need to see the woman, she just already knew behind that door was most likely one of those housewives she'd often see when she was child, back when her mother would invite her friends over to gossip about the latest news. I was going to take advantage of their shower and comfy beds, and maybe the free food, but now that you put it that way, we could take a look around their house. We'll probably need to think of when and how to do that. she mused and moved closer, placing a hand on his chest as her lips curled up. Until then, however, I think you owe this 'naughty girl' some pampering for everything she did for you so far. And because I'm such a great 'wife' too, I'll let you choose how to pamper me. she added, before she heard another woman's voice and turned to finally see her . A blonde woman came out of the house before Kurt, happy to see her husband at first, but frowning slightly at the sight of unfamiliar faces in front of her house. Oh my, you didn't tell me we were going to have guests today! she quickly tried to mimic excitement while she wiped her wet hands on the bright yellow apron she wore over her red dress. Kurt, who are these people and why do they have so many bags with them? she muttered lowly as she stood next to him, smile still on her face as to not leave a bad impression.