13466/Big Cargo Daddy's Roadhouse, Route 66

Big Cargo Daddy's Roadhouse, Route 66
Date of Scene:	28 November 2022
Location:	Big Cargo Daddy's Roadhouse, Route 66
Synopsis:	Harley and Jinx make it to a roadhouse on Route 66 but it seems they were followed. What should have been a werewolf turned out to be something much much worse.
Cast of Characters:	Jinx, Harley Quinn

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Jinx has posed:
Hell, there's a mechanical bull. What more can you want from a roadhouse? off the side of Route-66 Harley and Jinx stopped for a bite to eat and a stretch of the limbs. There's a lot of big rig trucks parked across the road from the place as well as rows of Harley Davidson's and then a smattering of random cars. The place is busy.

The bouncers are operating like a well oiled machine, moving around the place and watching the different cliches and groups. More often than not it's the casual travelers who cause the trouble - but it's the bikers who like to ramp it up.

There's a long bar with women wearing daisy dukes and checkered shirts tied about their off at their waist serving the drinks and a caged stage so that if the music sucks - bottles thrown at the musicians will bounce right off. The floor is covered with peanuts and the poor tables have seen better days.

"Bloody perfect," Jinx says with a wild look in her eyes. This is the kind of chaos where she can have some fun. Well, if needs be. She doesn't wait for Harley and makes her way over to the bar because she's thirsty for a brew and she's not the one driving.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Enter Harley Quinn. Mean Queen of the Highway and ready for some fuuuun! "Told ya it was a good idea to go through route 66. Now this is my kinda jam." The clownette of chaos is eyeing that bull when she comes in. Oh yes, it is certain they will be having a close encounter later on tonight.

"You and me. Dinnah and wild ridin' later." who is she talking to? Jinx? Oh wait, it's to the freakin' BULL. It might prove to be a popular activity too considering how she is dressed in shorty shorts, a mesh shirt and high boots that go to the knees. Just perfect for some hillbilly fun.

"Anyway, let's get buzzed. I always drive better when I a few beers on me." She casually tells over to Jinx with a wild look that mirrors the other's. "So, tell me more about ya Jinx? What brings you to this neck of the woods, pahdner.." she has approached the bar now, resting an elbow on the counter while her feet taptap on the floor to the rhythm of the music playing on speakers.

She's been driving for a few hours now but for some reason she appears to be on fire.

Jinx has posed:
Jinx passes a big guy and with a swish her fingers he bumps in to another guy - who pushes back.. and as the two sort out their differences in opinion she plucks a wallet from his back pocket, draws out the cash, and tosses the wallet on the ground to be found later.

She raises an eyebrow as her eyes settle on the mechanical bull. "You go girl. That mount needs taming and you've got the thighs to do it.." Jinx says encouragingly. She wraps knuckles against the wooden bar top and puts down some of the cash she just liberated.

"Two beers, cheers," she says and then smiles coyly at Harley. "No you first. What's with that wild accent?," says the one who sounds positively British. Bar feet curl toes against the ladder of the bar stool and one of the serving girls sees that.

"Nuh uh, no way.. you stay right there honey." She goes out back to lost and found to find some shoes for Jinx, who lifts a finger to stop her but it's too late. A sigh and she rolls her eyes. The beers arrive and she takes a long swig of hers.

"I'm trying to keep distance between me and my old job. It sucked. End of story. Life is better not tied to a ..." she pauses "... a desk." A small nod. Nailed it. She lifts up the cup, "Cheers Harley. Why do you keep calling me Pahdner anyway?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"What ya mean wild accent?" Harley looks confused for a moment or three. Specially at being called out by some posh british! "Brooklyn babbyyyy. With some Gotham in the mix." big wide grin as she taps the counter when Jinx calls for those beers. "And keep 'em coming! My friend's got the goods."

"Ya know, I got threads in the car you can wear. Got some sneakers that would look great on you.." she nods and takes a good drink out of her beer too.

"Yea, yea. Tell me about it.." She sighs. "Trying to do the same, cutting ties with the past is harder than it looks though. Theah's always that call to go back to what was.." she shakes her head, pigtails bouncing.

"I will drink to the future though!" she taps her beer against Jinx's and cranes her neck back, downing her whole beer at once, "Well, what would be a bettah name? Runaway bride?" she quirks a brow at the dress and grins slyly.

Jinx has posed:
A group of players enters the stage from a back door. Guitars, drums, microphones. They get to playing that good ol' country rock and roll the patrons love so much [ https://youtu.be/uUrttahVs3U ]. Some people throw glass beer bottles at the cage regardless as a sign of affection. There's a thin line between love and hate here.

"Oh Brooklyn. Right. So.. How you doin'.." she says trying to do a Joey from Friends. "Hao Yu Dooin'." It's not bad. The server comes back with some boots of her own and kneels down to put them on Jinx's feet without consent.

"Would ya bloody plonkers stop trying to dress my feet up?" She wiggles her feet around childishly so that the woman cannot put the boots on her. She looks up at Jinx with disapproval and responds, "Don't ya'll come cryin' to the staff if your feet get all cut up on the floors then." She leaves with a huff.

Jinx laughs, "Bollocks to marriage. It's a nice dress. Even better when you don't have to pay for it." She smirks a moment and looks Harley up and down, "You do -not- look like a bounty hunter though."

The two guys fighting that Jinx started with her magic finally settle the debate about who bumped in to who when one of them crashes in to the bar. He slides to the floor and Jinx plucks his cowboy hat off his head and puts it on her own.

This opens up a view to the person across from them though. A man that they only ran in to many hours before on the road - the state highway patrolman from the small town where Harley picked up Jinx. She widens her eyes a little and tilts the hat down and turns her head. "Harley," she whispers loudly, then sips her beer, "I think the werewolves are hunting me still." A small gesture with a thumb to the guy further down the bar behind her.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley watches the shenanigans with the boots, brows arched and she grins. "Now I am picturing Cinderella and the Charming Prince testing the shoe on.." it followed by a loud guffaw at her own joke, hand on her belly as she laughs .., and laughs and ....

Well, she stops.

"And you don't look like a magic user! And trust me, I know a few..." she taps on her nose with a knowing little smile of her own. "I even got to tag up with the Scarlet Witch a while back..." she fills her chest with pride! "Also, I have a hunting pass so I am certified!"

As the two guys fight it off and end up on their side of the bar she pushes one away that was almost atop them. And it seems way too easy for someone as slender like her! He gets pushed off to the floor a few feet away. Maybe he was too off-balance.... Or was that a LOT of strength out of the clownette? Who knows!

"Heh? Again?" She looks at the patrol officer. "Well, we aren't in his jurisdiction no moouh. So he can't arrest us." Harley knows her laws.

"Wanna go out through the back door?"

Jinx has posed:
The band moves on to their next song now that the crowd has warmed up to them [ https://youtu.be/Ls2jDPsjzZ0 ]. There's whistling and hollering at them in appreciation and the general energy of the roadhouse.

A small little shrug and shake of her head, "Who?" at the mention of the Scarlet Witch. Yep, she has her pulse on the magic world for sure. An eyebrow is raised though at the 'hunting pass'. "Uh huh."

Her eyes widen a touch though at the display of strength from Harley. "How the fu..." she pauses and dips her head again when the state trooper looks her way briefly. She looks at Harley in the eyes, "Yes he can arrest us. Me. Definitely he can..."

She shoots a glance over at him and then a smirk grows on her lips. "No I want to shive the fucker with some silver and be done with it. Werewolves are the worst. You find some silver and I'll start a riot. Shouldn't be too hard in this crowd."

Harley Quinn has posed:
The 'Uh huh' has Harley reach to a backpocket of her shorty shorts. "I have it right heah.." and drawing out a card, which yes, it has her picture on it (is it a prison pic?). It also appears to have written in bold letters that a Ms. Harleen Quinnzel is indeed a certified bounty hunter! All this is visible because Harley jams the card right against Jinx's eyes. "See there?" she pointing enthusiastically.

Because screw that werewolf. Priorities!

As the card showing is now properly done she slips it away. Silver. "Alright, alright..., gimme a sec..." a mischievous look on her face. "Get something sleazy playin' with the band ... I am gonna go ride that bull.." eyebrow waggling. Wink wink. Nudge nudge.

"I have got a plan.." And that plan involves riding the bull?!

She will make her way over to the bull with some suggestive hip motions that could be labeled as cocktease. A moment of wait for the music to start and then she jumps up onto the bull. Hands on the horns. SILVER HORNS.

Jinx has posed:
Jinx goes a little cross eyed for a moment as the certificate is shoved in her face. She can't really read it but Harley seems very committed to the bit so she just nods her head in encouragement. "Everybody needs a hobby I guess."

"Make the band play?.." Two more join from the back carrying trumpets. The brass section has arrived. The music picks up in energy [ https://youtu.be/wDvIGZ-_au4 ]. Jinx blinks at them pumping out the exciting music. Jinx is an expert in bad luck and this stinks of good luck. She quirks a look over at Harley mounting that beast. What the hell, when in roadhouse, do as roadhouse does.

As the crowd jumps and bops to the music, Jinx starts to skip through the crowd, bopping up and down with arms up in the air. It's fun and who is she to ride against the energy of the room. But she is going to ruin things pretty badly in a moment. Her eyes cast a glance back over to the state trooper who looks back at her.

Jinx disappears behind a big man and looks out at the carpark. The nice big row of Harley Davidson's.. seems a shame. But sacrifices must be made. She twirls to the music and snaps her fingers letting that bad luck energy leave her body, bleed out, and flow over to a truck that's arriving.

The big rig can't stop itself quite in time and it overshoots its parking and ever so gently taps one of the bikes. For just a moment the driver looks relieved... and then the bikes start to fall like dominos.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Oh, yea there's a lot of somebody to love in the form of that bull, and Harley is making sure to get some lovin' on that bull, specially on the way she so energetically rides it to the sound of the beat, big wide grin on her lips. And she certainly doesn't disappoint in the way those thighs keep her fully secure to the seat, her torso bambling about as if she was getting tossed around in the wind.

"Wooooooo..!!!!"

She even manages to snag a cowboy hat from someone that gets too close to the bull, getting it on her head as she keeps it going. All until the commotion outside. "Oh shit." someone says, "Who the fuck ...." "Let's go out, must be the Romeros messing with our bikes!" "Fuck those fuckers!"

As many of the bikers start leaving, along with those curious to figure out what's going on it's when the room gets sorta emptied. Just the trooper. And Jinx. And Harley.

The clownette reaches down to hold the bull horns and her fingers SQUEEZE and break off the horns. So strong!

She tosses one at Jinx. "Catch!"

And then she is flying through the air as the mechanical bull's momentum tosses her off it's back. Right in the direction of the state trooper. With her horn up above her head ready to strike down as she flies in his direction!

"DODGE THIS!"

Jinx has posed:
"NOoo no no nonNOOO!," calls out one of the Bikers dancing to the music. He turns and runs out in to the parking lot. But so do so many more and Harley encouraging them too. Finally, a bar fight -outside- the road house. The bartender is very pleased with this.

The state trooper stands there with a weird smile on his face. He can tell when he's run in to someone who recognises him - and that's bad for business. When Harley comes crashing down against him, bullhorn first, it stabs right in to him. Dodge this, he does not.

And for some reason he's quite strong too. He stands there, taking a half step backwards as he looks at Harley. His mouth opens and dozens upon dozens of rows of sharp teeth become visible, "Boo!"

Jinx catches the horn and starts to move in toward him too until she sees those teeth. "Haaarley run!" She skids on the floors and starts to run the other way. The bartender doesn't need much prompting to run in to the back room. "Not a werewolf!" Jinx cries out.

His long fingers start to extend in to long sharp spines, not claws and he attempts to graps Harley in a tight and bloody hug.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Ahah! Die werewol---" Pause. He ain't dyin'. "Hey Jinx, he ain't dyin'..." Harley looks somewhat perplexed at it. But then the creature starts coming to the fore. "Oooh, so many spines you got, grandma ...." she murmurs, baby blue eyes going wide.

Not that the clownette is the type to allow unwanted hugs. She always swipes left. Or in this case backflips back. With her foot hitting the creature right under the chin as she does the rather graceful flip. It sends the creature reeling back.

"It's a wereporcupine!" She calls from her ABSOLUTE KNOWLEDGE OF EVIL CREATURES.

And then she runs after Jinx, pigtails flailing wildly!

Jinx has posed:
Its jaw extends as it catches its stance from the back flip kick, then begins to chase after the pair of misfits. Jinx jumps up and slides across a felt pool table. She scoops up a pool cue and turns, cracking it against the creatures head. It snaps and then the creature swipes left on the pool cue.

"Bollocks," Jinx says and scoops up some pool cue balls and throws them at it. This seems to have a bit more of an affect of keeping it at bay as she backs away from him. "It's not a werecupine Harley."

"That's a wendigo!," she says declaratively. How does one kill a wendigo? Beats Jinx. How did they do it on Supernatural? She snaps her finger tips and says, "We gotta rip out its heart and burn it." TV would never lead them astray would it?

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Wheah's a shirtless Swayze when you need one, eh?!"

Oh yea, Harley knows her Roadhouse. And damn it they could use one right about now to kick this, wendigo? "Wendigo?!" she just makes a face at Jinx. "You weah supposed to know these things!"

She skids under a table, tossing an ashtray at the creature. Take that pollution Wendigo! So much ash and cigarette butts on YOUR FACE.

"Rip hearts out? I mean I can do it on Tindah, not suwah about heah ..." So cruel.

"Well, what you waitin' foh? Get us the magic swooud of rippin' hearts out. Sera had one!" because clearly all mages are the same.

"I mean, I don't even got a kitchen knife right now!"

Jinx has posed:
The bartender comes out with his sword - a shotgun. He points and shoots. Jinx hears the blast rip past her and dives behind a wooden pillar. Buckshot is going everywhere. "Get outta muh bar ya sunnova bitch!," the bartender says. The creature turns and the band drops their instruments, squeezing past each other to get out of the caged stage.

"Magic sword? what??! What kind of bellend Poppins do you take me for?" Jinx shouts back at Harley. Fire she can do - there's a cigar still burning on the floor where Harley just threw that ash tray. She scrambles over the ground and yells back.

"You're the one with the bloody Supergirl strength. Just Kalima his heart out like on Indiana Jones." She gathers up some newspapers and starts to make a bigger fire by blowing in to it all the while circling around as the creature bounds towards the bartender.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I don't know the magic words!" Because everyone knows you can only kalima if you know the evil incantation to do so. It's like right there in the legends! Indy Jones legends, that is.

But just like Bruce Campbell she's gonna have to improvise. "Fine. I got this." she cracks her knuckles. She will just have to bulshit the incantation! Or whatever... And besides, bartender is in danger! So instead of running she pivots to run straight at the creature. From behind!

She jumps onto it's back like a facehugger from hell! Or is it a backhugger? Regardless, legs wrap around the creature's torso and she punches with all her might on the ribcage right where it's heart is.

All while bullshitting something about an incantation that mirrors whatever the evil guy in temple of doom spoke while ripping hearts off.

Oh yea, it has all the ingredients to go well.

Jinx has posed:
Nobody really wanted this plan to succeed. Certainly not the bartender with the shotgun standing there with a front row seat and blood splatter all over him. Jinx is genuinely surprised that Harley is clearly some sort of metahuman or mutant but that surprise can wait for later as she rushes up with her small fire in her hands and clasps it around the exposed heart.

There is a woosh of flames as the heart burns up rapidly and the creature thrashes about for a few more moments with Harley riding 'the bull' until it collapses beneath her.

"Well hot damned," the bartender says as blood drips down his face, "You two some of dem Avengers or somethin?"

Jinx scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Yeah.. right.." Slowly the crowd of people are making their way back inside having realised there was something important going on beyond the state of their bikes. Jinx turns to see them all staring, "Yes.. yes that's exactly right. This here is ... Thor's sister. And I am.. uh.. Dr. Strange's distant cousin."

The shotgun is put down on the bar top and Jinx can't believe this is working. This has never happened before - things getting better after they get worse. Usually they then get worse still. "Well hell, drinks are on the house for the Avengers then."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley is still making that evil cultist laugh for a time after the heart burns away. Eerily close to the movie one. Nevermind all the blood. But this is fine. It's all fine. She stands there for a time, hands on her hips and laughing it out before she walks over to sit down next to Jinx. "Yup, I am Thorina, and this is Dr. Normal." she sideeyes Jinx. How the heck is she making the bartender believe that crap?!

An arm wraps around Jinx's shoulders. "Ya know..., I believe this is the start o' a great partnership.."

All slimy gore and blood dripping.

"Don't suppose you play roller derby, do ya?" She asks with an hopeful tone. Just when the beers arrive. She downs one in one go. Superheroing makes a clownette thirsty!