face slows down a little as he approaches a billboard towering over the side of the road. the big text written across informs him it's only 8 miles to devil's tower! turn here. he snorts at the gigantic red figure sprawled across it, its square-pupil eyes bugging out, hand raised in a cheerful wave. there were bulbs along its tail, eventually coming to an arrow pointing off the billboard's left side. they weren't lit now, but he can imagine it flashing and pulsing at nighttime just in case motorists missed every other gaudy thing about it. it's awful and so stupid. murdock would've loved it.
what the hell. no doubt there's some terrible touristy store he could buy a couple of gimmicky souvenirs for his guys from. then afterwards, he'd find himself a cozy motel, head over to a bar, maybe meet someone...
so he takes the turn. face sings along to the radio with abandon, enjoying the breeze and the sunshine.
he finds the souvenir shop almost immediately. it has the same devil from the highway, only this time as a life-size sculpture out front. he checks his hair in the rearview, then smooths out a crease in the argyle sweater he wears every chance he can get because he knows it goes well with his eyes. before he even has his door half-open, an equally flashy car parks beside him.
he's a little offended at how close they are, but then he whistles in approval. something about picking his battles, or whatever amy said.
"hey," he smiles at the driver, all his teeth showing, "i'll allow that parking job of yours because you got a nice car."
