[ Oh, christ - thinking about eggs is just going to make Marcus throw up again. One queasy groan later and he's leaving Reggie alone, sinking into the backseat and covering his eyes with his hands. This is hell. He's stuck in hell, and he's a worthless piece of shit, and he hates everything about himself. He knows that being here is his fault, somehow. Fuck.
A few minutes pass in blessed silence, but Marcus eventually speaks up again, peeking out through the gaps in his fingers. The sky still looks purple, the clouds still look like they're falling. He's gotta lay down. ]
Can you drive me back to Vegas? I'm - I'm staying at the Big Top hotel. Do you know it?
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A few minutes pass in blessed silence, but Marcus eventually speaks up again, peeking out through the gaps in his fingers. The sky still looks purple, the clouds still look like they're falling. He's gotta lay down. ]
Can you drive me back to Vegas? I'm - I'm staying at the Big Top hotel. Do you know it?