#ab.blackout

Ash: yo thinking about getting a block party going tomorrow in Seabrook sometime to kill time

Ash: also to grill the food in my freezer before it thaws

Ash: u down?

"Be so for real with me, how fucked do I look right now? I'm twelve hours in, running on nothing but a Big Gulp Dr Pepper and a half a packet of Twizzlers I found rattling around in my purse. I feel like patient zero for the walking dead."

Romina thought she would die. It was the first time that she'd dreamt of Christmas in New-York, wet feet, and frozen fingertips. She'd probably do just about anything to have that cold breeze about now, especially since she was stuck on the side of the road without any shade. She'd tried to stay inside the cab, laid on the grassy side of the road, even considered going into the woods for some reprieve from the heat.

If she wasn't fearful that the tow truck wouldn't just drive past once he didn't see anyone, she may have went in search for some body of water. She'd been seated on the side of the road, close enough that she could extend herself and peak at the oncoming cars. When she saw the tow truck, she jumped up and began to wave her arms frantically. "Tell me you've got air conditioning."

“I have had to ask way too many people to put out their fire pits,” Camryn groans with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose to ward off a stress headache. “Seriously, during a heat wave in California, you’d think it would be common sense to avoid a fire risk. But I had to be the stick in the mud.”

where - crystal cove's pool, late friday night

"Okay, no I don't live here or even know anyone who does, but if you don't rat me out to security, I'll.....be in your debt? And share my bottle of Jack?"

All Paxton can about himself is that his survival instinct must be lacking because before he knows it, he is sitting passenger in a stranger’s car off to some secondary location. He’s tense, sitting stiff as a board and watching ahead, and his feeling of self consciousness from being bluntly told he needed to take a shower (and said stranger is bringing him to do just that) is quickly being replaced with curiosity.

( Who will they cast to play him in his murder documentary? )

“Uh,” he finally pipes up, the steadiness of his voice completely absent. “So, where are we going exactly?”

Robbie doesn't knock, though he thinks after he pushes the door open, and he announces his rival with a succinct, "Party was, eh- it wasn't worth sweating my balls off, that's for sure."

The air conditioning of the hotel did little to lessen the way sweat dampened the neckline of his shirt, or the curls along his hairline. He is nowhere near as drenched as he was earlier, but evidence that the heatwave is still going strong even into the night is there plain as day.