While I know the source is canon, this little idea bit me...
Adrian knew it would be a crappy trip when Milo said they were going to... Barstow. Like anyone willingly goes to... Barstow. He can't help it, the dramatic pause has to be there, especially for a town that isn't much more than that, a stopover between Vegas and LA and he knows from blink-and-you-miss-it towns. Barstow isn't quite that bad, but it's... still Barstow.
They check into a place called, embarrassingly enough the Bun Boy motel, which isn't technically in Barstow but a little farther down the road, and it's after two AM before Adrian finally kisses Milo to him to shut up about the name of the motel.
Nothing they do after that challenges Mi's childish snickers about the place, or Adrian's, but it's all in the name of fun, right? It's not like they want to be here, but they've been told not to travel far from LA in case the strike breaks and they have to be back on set. They're just running out of ways to pass the time, and the little road trip seemed like a good idea.
What was not a good idea, Adrian realizes, was agreeing at his most vulnerable moment to be the one to venture out for coffee in the morning, wearing whatever Milo decided was appropriate. To be fair, he figured he'd at least get a shirt. And a tie. A jacket, dress pants, and then they'd spend twenty minutes arguing about his sneakers.
Instead, he got... pants. And he's in... Barstow. He's wearing nothing but his pajama pants, after Milo insisted on giving him a quick hair cut--"The curls? Are going the way of the beard. Shut up or I'll call Natalie."---in the bathroom, and he supposes the pants are really a mercy when Mi could have just as easily sent him out in a towel. Again.
Adrian winces at that memory, and vows again that he will have Revenge, and he takes a deep breath, opening the door to the diner. All he has to do is get two coffees and an order of scrambled eggs without the yolks and he can can dash back to the motel. Easy enough, right?
A blog attesting to, and providing photos of the Bun Boy signs. It's actually in Baker, not Barstow, although the restaurant has a location in Barstow. I found it when I was writing a little offshoot for crackverse, sending Milo to meet Warrick half way and they decided they could not stay in Baker at the Bun Boy. Not for their first night together. This article from answer.com gives a little more factual info on the Bun Boy.
Glad you enjoyed the mini fic. I just couldn't help myself. Couldn't possibly be the influence of Evil. ;)
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kelly_girl) wrote2007-12-03 08:14 am
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Thank you! He looks all sleepy!
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Adrian knew it would be a crappy trip when Milo said they were going to... Barstow. Like anyone willingly goes to... Barstow. He can't help it, the dramatic pause has to be there, especially for a town that isn't much more than that, a stopover between Vegas and LA and he knows from blink-and-you-miss-it towns. Barstow isn't quite that bad, but it's... still Barstow.
They check into a place called, embarrassingly enough the Bun Boy motel, which isn't technically in Barstow but a little farther down the road, and it's after two AM before Adrian finally kisses Milo to him to shut up about the name of the motel.
Nothing they do after that challenges Mi's childish snickers about the place, or Adrian's, but it's all in the name of fun, right? It's not like they want to be here, but they've been told not to travel far from LA in case the strike breaks and they have to be back on set. They're just running out of ways to pass the time, and the little road trip seemed like a good idea.
What was not a good idea, Adrian realizes, was agreeing at his most vulnerable moment to be the one to venture out for coffee in the morning, wearing whatever Milo decided was appropriate. To be fair, he figured he'd at least get a shirt. And a tie. A jacket, dress pants, and then they'd spend twenty minutes arguing about his sneakers.
Instead, he got... pants. And he's in... Barstow. He's wearing nothing but his pajama pants, after Milo insisted on giving him a quick hair cut--"The curls? Are going the way of the beard. Shut up or I'll call Natalie."---in the bathroom, and he supposes the pants are really a mercy when Mi could have just as easily sent him out in a towel. Again.
Adrian winces at that memory, and vows again that he will have Revenge, and he takes a deep breath, opening the door to the diner. All he has to do is get two coffees and an order of scrambled eggs without the yolks and he can can dash back to the motel. Easy enough, right?
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Glad you enjoyed the mini fic. I just couldn't help myself. Couldn't possibly be the influence of Evil. ;)