The Disillusionists cont'd...

And now they drove. Mike behind the wheel, Alexis in the passenger seat and Jay unsteadily pouring Scotch into plastic tumblers in the kitchen. He passed the drinks forward as the mighty coach struggled to maintain it's grip on the road.

"Another!" Mike held out his glass to be refilled. Jay poured the amber elixer into the tartan-print cup and then filled Alexis' as well. Overcome with excitement, Jay leaned forward to her feral lips and kissed them heavily, tasting the fruity biliousness of her throat.

"Enough!" commanded Mike and he clanged the cup off the back of Jay's head.

"Stop doing that..." Jay cried, rubbing the sore spot.

Mike squinted into the early morning sun. "Time to initiate plan B." Fresh dust hung in the air. There must be a vehicle up ahead.

* * *

A wee hare sat chewing a tender shoot at the side of the road. In the distance, a grey cloud formed low. A car approached. The rabbit stopped chewing as a primeaval culling instinct twitched through it's nose. As the vehicle approached, the little vermin's legs dug in the loose gravel... testing the grip... laying out the tragectory... waiting... waiting... NOW!

Gunth stamped on the brakes as a rabbit came out of fuckin' nowhere and tried to kill itself.

He couldn't see, caught in a cloud of floating road until he glimpsed the white-as-snow ass end of the thing bounding into the bush. Suddenly, the camper was there. It took up the entire rear-view mirror.

"Shit!"

Mike braced himself against the steering wheel and planted both feet on the brake pedal. Gunther hit the gas. The camper slammed into the back of the car and Jay and Alexis did a kind of slow motion float through the windsheild...