"Ay! That's the spirit!" Emily cheers, leaning back into her seat. "Here's the plan, by the end of tonight I'll have us a van or something', Kay? And enough money to get us out if this damned town and any contributions you ladies have saved up will be very helpful, or if y'want to screw for money too I can teach ya and we leave tomorrow morning, first stop tomorrow. What do ya think?"

"First of all, my name is not 'little miss green haired bitch' it's Lana, and I would appreciate it if you would drop that snarky little attitude. Secondly, I have absolutely zero interest in your odd obsession with beating the shit out of each other. Thirdly, I never agreed to any of this. Lastly, and probably most importantly, you can't go around stealing vehicles and sleeping with people for money. Lana was trying her best to keep her voice low and avoid drawing anymore attention their way. Anyone that did look over, however, wasn't looking for long before they received a death glare from her.

"Now, if this idiotic ex-boss you mention is the one I'm thinking of, I may have a way of getting money and a ride from him that wouldn't include sleeping with him. And I may be willing to help if you can promise me you're not going to be stupid and get anyone killed. Can you promise that Em?

"I mean, I kinda like 'little miss green haired bitch' it has a good... kick to it. Very badass," Emily replies. Honestly, she wore 'bitch' so much as a title it lost it's negative connotation in her mind. "Besides, I like the snark, makes the fight so much more fun and the downtimes less dull, wet blankets are boring. As for sleeping with people for money I think you and I know all the same that's how I fuel my alcohol... necessity,"

At Lana's next comment, Emily gave a chuckle, "Well, if you're offering, go for it." That was when the last comment. Emily couldn't help but laugh, "We both know I can't promise that. What if I try? The second part at least. That's why we have you, to hold me back from it!" She then turns to Jordan, a vindictive smile on her face. "If Lana's doing that you better keep your schedule free, bitch. We have a wicked night to come,"

Lana just sighed and rolled her eyes, she didn't have time to sit around and try and change Emily's mind, the road trip was happening and now she was apart of it. All she could do now was work out some time off with her boss and set up a meeting with Al to arrange they cash they needed, as well as some how find a vehicle. Lana bid the two of them farewell while getting up from her seat and heading for the door. As she walked she pulled out her phone to make a call.

"Hey Al, I need a favor. Where are you?
Okay great, see you soon."

>>>>Time skip to the next morning around 6:00am<<<<

Normally Lana would protest to being up so early, but she had put so much time and effort into negotiating time off with her boss, striking a deal with Aloysius and finding them a suitable vehicle for the road trip Emily had suckered her into, that she decided it was worth it to get a little revenge. She pulled up outside the other woman's home in a large black RV, and blared the horn several times to get her attention, hoping it would be enough to draw her outside.

Emily woke up way too early to the sound of a blaring horn. She groaned, taking a quick look at the alarm clock she never set, the time '6:03' displayed on it clock, and banged at it with a fist that made the fresh scar on her hand sting, hoping to turn it off. The blaring continued and she turned her head and buried it under a pillow with a groan. Jordan had really given the woman a beating the night before, too much for her to care to find a lover, instead she dragged Jordan (who she didn't knock quite unconscious) to the her place to sleep on the couch as she made the point they didn't have a healer for the night if she was internally bleeding before she got herself pissed. The blaring continued and despite the fact she was hurting and tired she finally got out of bed to check out the noise.

She walked through the living room, wrapping a robe around herself, although she didn't mind if her neighbours saw her in her lingerie (many if which had on probably a few occasions) that didn't stop the cold air of the morning. She offered Jordan only a glance before walking out to the balcony of her third story flat to assess the noise. There she saw a van, a rather cool looking one if she were honest. She was ready to go give the driver a piece of her mind before she connected the dots from the previous day. She then went to Jordan, grabbing one of the pillows that rested near the bed and whacking her in the head with it. "Broom Broom, bitch,"

The horns didn't wake her up. Jordan was too busy sleeping, trying to recuperate from last night to be awoken by the blaring alarm clock outside. Emily whacking her with a pillow though did wake her up. "Wha...?" God her head hurt.

Jordan couldn't quite remember what happened last night. She remembered there was drinks, lots of drinks. She could remember grabbing Emily's hair and smashing her head first into a Dukebox. That was fun. She did remember Emily practicing another one her gut stomps in her. Not so fun. Either way, she was confused as to why she could Emily's voice and where she actually was right now.

At Jordan confused murmurs to herself Emily gave her some short slaps on the cheek, the pillow left an attended in her other hand, not hard like the wicked one Jordan delivered to Emily's face the previous night, bruising around the large cut the Jukebox gave her, it was a good fight. "Oi, sleeping beauty, get your tired ass outta bed, we got a van to catch," With that she throws the pillow to the side, grabbing two backpacks from the bench, the smaller one making a clinking noise from it contents, she didn't really consider that Jordan wouldn't have her stuff. Regardless, she slung the larger backpack over her shoulder, grabbing Jordan's arm in an attempt to pull her up

Lana kept blaring the horn over and over again for several minutes after Emily had come out onto the balcony and gone back inside, until one of the other flat's tenants came outside to see what was going on. The green haired woman didn't give them much chance to say anything as she climbed out of the RV and marched her way inside, leaving the poor man in a daze. "Emily! What the fuck is taking you so long?! Lana cried out while casually letting herself into the flat. Locked doors weren't a problem for her thanks to her powers.

"Wow, you two look like shit." She stated with a chuckle as she stepped into the room and got a good look at the two redheads. They were covered in bruises, scrapes and cuts, and those were just the injuries she could see. Lana was a little shocked to find the Guildy bitch in Emily's home, but the two of them had a complicated friendship, so it probably wasn't the weirdest situation the two of them had been in. She actually wouldn't be surprised if the two of them were sleeping together, though if that were the case, she only hoped it wouldn't make things awkward on the roadtrip. Three whole months of third wheeling sounded like hell.

Jordan would just groan as she was dragged up to her feet. She wanted to sleep. Sleep was good. Being woken up at stupid o'clock in the morning was something she didn't really appreciate. She didn't quite know what was going on still, all she heard was shouting. Before she knew it she came face to face with the green haired lady from the day previously, the one who didn't exactly like her for the fact she was a part of the Guild.

"Everything is fine. I put Pyroslut face first through a dukebox. Shame i couldn't nail her with that sledgehammer into the gut. Would have been ideal revenge for the first time we met." With that, Jordan hiccuped ever so slightly. "Em, what are we doing, i haven't finished my recovery nap yet!" She whinged and moaned as she tucked on Em's hand like a little lost girl.

"Calm down, won't ya?" Emily replied to Lana's query of what was holding her back from meeting her downstairs. She kept her voice completely calm other than screaming back. "Little red riding hood here has taken to steal Sleeping Beauty's role." she turns to Jordan, "You're pretty but I don't think you quite have the right face for sleeping beauty, or the voice, or the height, quite frankly. Stick to your own story," she then turns back to Lana. "As for looking like shit, you should see us when we go full out, besides, I still look amazing."

At Jordan's comment Emily chuckled. "That's a nice dream, shorty, but you know you need to be strong enough to lift the hammer before you beat me with it." At her next question Emily couldn't help but chuckle again. She was like a child, not that Emily had any experience with children. She wasn't the type people would trust with their kids, not that any of her friends had any. "Psh, sleep is for the weak, you can sleep when you're dead, We're on an adventure around the country!" she stays silent for the moment, the tiredness from the early wake after a long night kicking in. "we can sleep on the bus. Take us away Lana," she finishes, taking no action to remove Jordan from her hand. Partially in fear she'll sit down and go back to sleep on her couch, partially because she couldn't be bothered and partially because it was somehow almost comfortable, comforting even.

While the two redheads exchanged a few words, Lana would set to work on healing them. First time experiencing psychic healing was quite weird for a lot of people. Feeling a wave of energy consume them and begin to ease away their pain and heal their injuries, but not being able to actually see or touch said energy, would probably be enough to trip anyone out; especially so if they were in a state of being hungover and/or newly awoken. The energy would disappear after a few minutes, and by the end of it, they would be feeling stronger and more energized. The whole healing process had little to no effect on Lana though. While it did take quite a bit of concentration, the injuries were minor enough that she wouldn't feel any physical or mental drain from it. "Alright, you're all healed now, so you should be good for awhile. Unfortunately I'm not going to be able to join you. Something's come up and I need to deal with it. Have fun." Lana handed the keys for the RV to Emily, as well as a card and a note that had the card's pin written on it. Then, without another word, she turned and left the building. Once she was outside, she pulled out her phone to call for a cab to take her home.