Well, I had a van outside. Secure enought, and there may be enought place for all of us. Be my guests. Ill just need to pack my sleeping bag and remove those empty Pork`n`Beans cans from the back seats.
When you walk outside the Aspen Chalet, you see robust, heavy Rover 2068 in brilliant shape, racing tires, toned windows, ram plate...a lot of hidden potential. Well, the inside is much less promissing. Omar at first takes his sleeping bag from back seats, rolling it in his hands and throws it behind the seats, to the cargo space amongst other things. Then he sweeps down maybe dozen empty cans with the rests of the meal, leting them fall on the sidewalk in front of the Aspen.
Get in, before those mother fuckers begin to complain about the juink.
He turns to Fractal, with the broad smile on his face...
Man, I like you, you may get in the front seat, right by my side. As for the drinking, I have some rain water Ive catched three days ago, so I should share it with you...
When he was talking about three weeks without the shower...well...he wasnt kidding. And he will welcomely rmove four torned, oil spilled rags and opened oil can...and also throws it to the cargo space, right next to the sleeping bag.
Are you ready?