Alessandra snorts, picking up a card. “Of course not. We have nothing to hide about our bodies. We’re all stupidly attractive, we know each other relatively well, so why not indulge ourselves in one another every now and again?” She gives a one sided shrug as she slips the card in her hand. “Your go.”

"You're right." Victor says as he looks at his deck and takes a sip from his cup. "Any twos?"

Sorrin pulls the RV up to a gas station, ignoring the brand since it didn't matter when you're rich/immortal. Not wanting to interrupt the 2 different pairs in the car, he got out and went into the station. Paying the sol, half-asleep attendant little mind, he quickly went to the back, bought some spare underwear (for everyone) and went to the counter. Using some of his aura to manipulate the minimum wage employee to absentmindedly run his charge, he paid and left. 

He stuck his head back into the RV and called out to Alessandra, "Catch." Throwing the bag full of extra underwear for the group, before popping back out to stick the nozzle into the RV, making sure to select the Premium Gas. With little to do until it was filled, he leaned up against the RV and stared East at the night sky.

6

”No, sir, go fish.” Alessandra answers, leaning back in her sit a bit, but she shoots straight back up when Sorrin throws the bag of extra underwear at her, catching it with ease. “How mean would I be if I put on every single pair in here for Misha to have to take off?” She mused, looking through the bag. “I probably shouldn’t even bother though.” She puts down the bag after picking out a pair and gets up from the table to walk outside the RV for a minute, enjoying the fresh air while it would last. 

When Sorrin wasn’t looking, she’d sneak up on him and quickly slip the panties on his head, snickering away as she rounded the RV to see their surroundings a little better.

A look of surprise crosses Victor's face when Sorrin throws the bag of underwear in. "I didn't even know that they even sold underwear at gas stations. Although, it's been almost 20 years since the last time I wore something other than designer clothing." He shrugs as he gets up to join his friends outside. He snickers when Aless puts the panties on Sorrin's head. I would've thought that a soldier would be harder to sneak up on. Guess he's slipping.

Sorrin clearly heard Aless and Victor exiting the RV and could feel Aless's presence moving closer. However, he simply ignored her and held back the chuckle of her little prank, not really caring about the juvenile attack on his head. He took off the pair of panties from his head and stuffed them in his pocket, still waiting for the tank to fill, but he gave a playful bird towards Aless.

Once Alana and Misha are done (praying to Jesus, Ya know?), Alana offers her a kiss on the cheek and a slight smirk. "I believe it's Aless's turn then. Did we stop?"

She lets Misha go off to find Aless, moving to grab a random outfit out of her suitcase before heading out to the main area, opting to get dressed there instead of the soon to be occupied bedroom. She calmly straightens her hair, puts on her other black lace, and throws on a simplistic winter outfit, throwing her fur coat on over it before stepping off the RV.

Seeing Sorrin with panties on her head makes her laugh in amusement. "Not going to lie. Those suit you. But perhaps not here eh?" She'll watch him take them off his head, putting them in the bag in his hands before she heads into the gas station to scope out the junk food, humming happily. "Cheat day. Cheat day."

She'll fetch herself some chips, brownies, and a gatorade, paying for them before moving to lean against the outside of the RV patiently until the others decide it is time to go.

Misha, wearing nothing but the smallest panties, opened the door and let Alana out, biting her neck playfully as she did and both of them giggled. She watched her go to the shower to get cleaned up, and then Misha went to the kitchen. She grabbed her carton of orange juice and opened it, leaned her head back and chugged it for a very long time. she wiped her mouth, said AAHHh, refreshed. "We're out of juice." she mentioned to everyone, and approached Aless.

"Hi." she said to her, scooping her up in a fireman's carry. "I'll bring you back in one piece, probably." she said, half joking. Misha was sweating lightly, not too much, her skin was very soft, and holding Aless in her arms give her a perfect view of what hard pumped lean muscle mass looked like. She kissed her, lovingly, loudly, and carried her to the bedroom.

Victor simply gives a quick wave to Aless when she leaves. "Later." He cleans up the cards from the game, conceding that she won. 

Sorrin finished filling up the tank and got back in the car, "All aboard!~" he'd wait to make sure everyone was in the RV before starting the engine again and getting back on the road.

Alana would follow Sorrin back onto the RV, moving to steal Victor's passenger seat with a stuck out tongue, opening the chips with a happy hum. "Off We go then. Want some chips Sorrin?" She adjusts her simpler than normal outfit, it clinging to her modestly but attractively. Harold really does have nice taste.

The fresh air was nice, but it didn’t last too long as once she heard Sorrin finish up with filling the tank, she had made her way back into the RV. “Your Queen has returned.” She jokes, a smile dancing on her lips as she sits back down across the table. “Ready to get destroyed in Go Fi—“

She stops when she hears the door to the back open, Alana and Misha both emerging out in varying layers of clothing. Aless snorts a bit and leans back in her seat while watching Misha down the orange juice in one go. “So barbaric...” She mentions idly when Misha approached her. She doesn’t resist the lift, instead chuckling a bit, even in between the kisses. “Despite the OJ, you still taste too much like Alana.” There was a small pout that was on her face. “We oughta change that~”

"Looking foward to eet." she said softly, opening the door with her shoulder. "And ees posseeble Misha steel sorry for breaking table, ah? Come, I treat you nice, ya - eet's been a while seence Misha taste you." she pushed the door closed with the back of her foot, laying Aless on the bed.

"Gladly~ thank you." Sorrin flashed Alana a smile and helped himself to a handful of chips as he navigated back to the highway. "How was your time with Misha? Not to tuckered out?~"

Alana's face flushes slightly and she moves to nibble on some chips. "More than satisfying as always. Why? Jealous?" There's a slight smirk as she looks ahead at the road, a knowing smile tugging at her lips playfully. 

Victor didn't say anything after Alana stole his spot, merely giving her a nod and a smile before starting to play some video games and putting something made for one player in. He figured that Alana wanted to rest instead and not play Just Dance after going at it with Misha and Victor tended not to play with other people over a connection. Dealing with shitty children from across the globe while playing video games more than exorcised him of any possible regrets about not being able to father any children.

Victor pauses his game, collects a bowl, and politely requests that Alana give him some of her chips. "Your shoes look cute, by the way. Very nice."

Alana smiles and pours some chips in the bowl. "Thanks.... Courtesy of Harold."

"He has excellent taste. He helped me set up my room in Alessandra's mansion. Painting, decor, you name it, he can do it and do it well."

Sorrin chuckles at Alana's remark but doesn't satisfy her with an answer. When Vic comes over an mentions Harold, Sorrin nods, keeping his eyes to the road, "Harold is indeed great, he has a good soul and seems to enjoy us as much as we do him. Both are rare things to find in the company of others of our kin."