Laurel speaks as she plants the map on the front of their RV, trying to figure out where the nearest sign of life is from their current location. She and Sara had taken the van out for supplies, leaving Oliver and Tommy to their own devices.
“Ya think?” Sara comments from the passenger’s side, feet up on the dash as she regards her sister with a critical eye. “Are you ready to call Dad yet?”
“No.”
“Are you ready to call Oliver so he can rent a car to come get us?”
“No. We can figure this out.” Laurel smooths her hands over the map and then looks up at her sister with a glare. “Though it would be easier if we were actually trying to figure this out.”
Sara rolls her eyes at first before she finally climbs out of the van and moves to the side of the road. As she does, she lets her blond hair fall like a cascade around her shoulders, unzips her hoodie so that her bikini top is visible, and sticks out her thumb like she is getting ready to hitchhike.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting us a ride.”
“Are you kidding? We could get murdered.”
“I’ll stop if you give in and call the boys.”
“I’m not going to call the boys.”
“Gee. I really hope there are no serial killers on the road …”
“Fine! Fine. I’ll call Oliver.”
“Thank you,” Sara zips up her hoodie again and moves to stand against the side of the van as Laurel fishes for her cell phone. “Aw, don’t look so sour, sis. You’re the one who wanted me to help.”
Laurel rolls her eyes in response. “You really have a way of making me regret it.”
she's got a ticket to ride | dctv | 300 | round 1, set 7
Laurel speaks as she plants the map on the front of their RV, trying to figure out where the nearest sign of life is from their current location. She and Sara had taken the van out for supplies, leaving Oliver and Tommy to their own devices.
“Ya think?” Sara comments from the passenger’s side, feet up on the dash as she regards her sister with a critical eye. “Are you ready to call Dad yet?”
“No.”
“Are you ready to call Oliver so he can rent a car to come get us?”
“No. We can figure this out.” Laurel smooths her hands over the map and then looks up at her sister with a glare. “Though it would be easier if we were actually trying to figure this out.”
Sara rolls her eyes at first before she finally climbs out of the van and moves to the side of the road. As she does, she lets her blond hair fall like a cascade around her shoulders, unzips her hoodie so that her bikini top is visible, and sticks out her thumb like she is getting ready to hitchhike.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting us a ride.”
“Are you kidding? We could get murdered.”
“I’ll stop if you give in and call the boys.”
“I’m not going to call the boys.”
“Gee. I really hope there are no serial killers on the road …”
“Fine! Fine. I’ll call Oliver.”
“Thank you,” Sara zips up her hoodie again and moves to stand against the side of the van as Laurel fishes for her cell phone. “Aw, don’t look so sour, sis. You’re the one who wanted me to help.”
Laurel rolls her eyes in response. “You really have a way of making me regret it.”