Claret

8 October 1995, Arizona, US Route 191, a service station right between Fuckall Falls and Nosuch City. The place sucks, because you need to be somewhere else, but your pickup blew a gasket. The date sucks, because it's Sunday, and the old leatherface running the place says his mechanic is down in Phoenix over the weekend. Time to stick out your thumb and hope that out of ten drivers that *might* come through here today, you're gonna pick the one who isn't an inbred lunatic. Here goes number one: Red cabriolet with quite a bit of mileage, lady driver: Red fake leather leggings, stylish white top, heels... Asian, of all things; good-looking, with an intense, pissy vibe. Ignores you as she fills up her thirsty pony. Wait, are those bullet holes next to the gas cap? Probably from the previous owner. Dare to chat her up, hombre?