((let's get back to work, y'all))
Ultimately, Kim Pine fell asleep, and Scott, feeling unexpectedly benevolent, stopped kicking her seat. Scott had no headphones, no Game Boy, nothing of that nature, and so he had to just ride, and wait.
He thought about talking to Stills... that was kind of strange. Since the band had broken up the first time, Scott hadn't really hung out with Stephen Stills, and now he felt like he had to carefully choose his words if he wanted to talk to Stills. Stills was kind of gruff, and Scott actually took that a little more seriously now than he had in the past. He wondered if Stills thought he was a loser. It seemed likely.
Scott couldn't keep this level of introspection up for long, and he dozed off into a state of half-sleep. He had a dream that seemed kind of real - about laying his head on Kim Pine's shoulder, and sleeping. He thought he could feel her arm around his shoulders, but then Stills stopped suddenly at a red light, and Kim Pine was a suitcase, and her arm was the seatbelt. Oddly, he felt, woozily, a terrifically sad feeling that the dream wasn't real. In vain he tried to fall back asleep to get back into the dream, but his brain was onto him, and anyway they arrived at their destination, and Stills woke him up all the way, and Scott forgot about it.
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The venue of their first show as the reunited Sex Bob-omb was an odd one - an indoor playground/arcade/fun center.
(It's this: http://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g181744-d1063191-Reviews-In_Play_Inc-Newmarket_Ontario.html)
Apparently some local promoters had rented it out for a night to have a big party, and Stills had set them up to the be the entertainment.
"We're playing at a fun center?!" Scott asked, incredulously, as they unloaded their gear. "This is awesome! Do we have to be on stage the whole time? I wanna go to the arcade. Why have we never been here before?"