Outside, the big cab of the eighteen wheeler looms large above you. {trucker.name} opens the passenger door, and slides the seat back. He looks at you, nostrils flaring proudly.

rick: All righty, here she is. Climb up in there!
You climb the hot metal steel and step into the shadowy interior. It smells like him, strongly.
You blink, looking around, as the rear of the cabin comes into view.

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[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/wolf-uhhh.wav" volume="0.0"]
wolf: Oh, man...
wolf: I had no idea there was so much stuff in here! This is like, a camper.
{trucker.name} tosses your bag into the passenger seat and climbs up behind you. His hand eases you forward, and the door shuts.

join rick left
[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/rick-laugh.wav" volume="0.0"]
rick: Yeah, it's basically a camper.
rick: Take a look around, make yourself at home. I mean, not that there's much to see...
He's even bigger in this space. You see scratch marks on the ceiling that are spaced the same as his horn tips.
God, there's really not going to be much distance between you and him.
His arms bulge as he tosses your duffel above the single bunk. He looks at you, noticing your gaze. His eyes twinkle.
[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/rick-mmm.wav" volume="0.0"]
rick: ...yeah?

- Looks like a comfy place
	jump comfy place
- A lot of room here!
	jump lots of room
- We should drink and fuck all night, no protection, please God cum in me | [if false] [else="disable"]
- Do you often pick up strangers?
	jump pick up strangers

label comfy place
[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/wolf-laugh.wav" volume="0.0"]
wolf: Uh! It's a nice place. Looks comfy.
He nods, purses his lips.
rick: Oh yeah, it's comfy. Kick back, get comfortable, yeah?
jump hit the road

label lots of room
[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/wolf-laugh.wav" volume="0.0"]
wolf: It's way more roomy than I expected.
He tilts his head, chin jutting proudly.
rick: Hell yeah. Got everything a man needs for a life on the road!
[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/rick-laugh.wav" volume="0.0"]
rick: Well, almost everything!
jump hit the road

label pick up strangers
[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/wolf-laugh.wav" volume="0.0"]
wolf: Do you have a lot of people in here? Picking up strangers?
[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/rick-laugh.wav" volume="0.0"]
rick: No, not that often.
rick: Sometimes you find a guy who wants to bang at a rest stop, but I usually don't need to nut THAT bad.
He grins and looks you up and down.
rick: What's got you thinking about me picking up strangers, {wolf.name}?
You stutter. His grin widens.
rick: I gotta admit, you're a lot cuter than I thought you'd be.
set {trucker.wants_to_fuck} = true
rick: Let's hit the store and get rollin'. The sooner we start movin', the sooner we get there.
He smirks, heavy brows lifting, leaning into you.
rick: And the sooner we can relax, y'know? Take a load off.
His hand rests on your shoulder for a long moment, then squeezes firmly.
jump hit the road

label hit the road
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leave rick
While {trucker.name} drives, you lay back in the bunk. It smells like him, and you get hard, despite your best efforts.
With the soft rumble of the truck lulling you to sleep, you text {friend.name}, and let him know you're on your way.
He tells you to be safe.
You assure him nobody will be safer than you.

if {trucker.wants_to_fuck} == true:
	A bottle of vodka rattles in the cabinet alongside a fresh pack of condoms.
	You get hard again.
	Yeah, it's going to be a good night.

You plug your phone in to charge, and lay back to rest.

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Your eyes close, for just a minute...

label rest stop
The truck rumbles along through the quiet afternoon. The interstate traffic is sparse, cornfields rushing past in a monotone streak under a hard blue sky. Dimly you are aware that {trucker.name} has turned down the volume of the radio.

[background arg="res://dialogue/images/rest-stop-sunset.jpg" fade="3.0"]
When you wake up, the sun is setting. The warm orange light spills across the dashboard. For a moment, you struggle to remember what's going on, where you are...

[background arg="res://dialogue/images/empty.png" fade="3.0"]
But the smell of {trucker.name} is comforting. Something deep in your brain tells you everything's okay. You relax and fall back into sleep.

[music path="res://music/trace-of-twilight.mp3" fade="0.0" volume="-10.0"]
[background arg="res://dialogue/images/cab-interior-driving.jpg" fade="3.0"]
rick: Hey, tired guy.
You start up. The truck is still rolling along. {trucker.name}'s horned head is in profile, starkly silhouetted against the deep red sunset as he looks back from the driver's seat. The radio croons softly.
rick: Hey.
wolf: ...hi.
wolf: Sorry man, I guess I was just beat.
rick: No worries. I get it.
rick: You getting hungry?
He's been snacking on something. Crumbs are strewn across his shirt. He brushes at them absently.
wolf: Yeah. What time is it?
rick: Time to fuckin' eat, {wolf.name}. We're just getting there.
Sure enough, the pitch of the engine shifts, and the truck begins to drift right towards an exit ramp. Spruce and pine line the road as {trucker.name} drives up to the rest stop, a cluster of small brick buildings sandwiched between a car parking lot and a truck lot. A generous park with picnic tables and water spigots looks out over an empty rolling field.
rick: If you're up for it, I reckon we can grill a bit tonight. Weather's good and the place ain't packed.
wolf: Sounds amazing. Can I do something to help?
{trucker.name} deftly parks, rolls his shoulders and pops his neck. The truck's engine stops. He twists to face you.
rick: How about you grab those veggie burgers out of the fridge? I'll start the charcoal.
He cracks the door open. A rush of warm humid evening air hits your face.
rick: Oh, and don't forget the beer.

- You got it, boss
	jump you got it
- What about the vodka? | [if {trucker.wants_to_fuck} == true]
	jump vodka though

label you got it
wolf: You got to drive tomorrow, don't you?
rick: Don't you worry your pretty head. I can handle it.
He winks.
jump night

label vodka though
wolf: How about the vodka?
He grins, winks at you.
rick: We got time for that later, puppy. No rush.
jump night


label night
[background arg="res://dialogue/images/empty.png" fade="3.0"]
# TODO: this should be a different narrative style
[style name="narration"]
A few well-deserved burgers later...
[style name="default"]

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The summer night still smells warm, but an encroaching chill makes you shiver. {trucker.name} knocks soot off the charcoal chimney, then stows it. He looks over at you.
rick: Cold already?
wolf: Hey, I'm skinny.
[voice path="res://dialogue/sounds/rick-laugh.wav" volume="0.0"]
rick: Yeah, you're a beanpole.
rick: Let's pack it in.
He hesitates. In the shadow you can't make out his face.

if {trucker.wants_to_fuck} == true:
	rick: Hey. You know... I'm still going to take you to {city.name}. Whether or not we do anything.
	rick: Not to make it weird or anything. You have options, is all I'm sayin'.
	
	- I want you to fuck my brains out, you handsome bastard
		jump fuck me handsome
	- Are you sure YOU want to fuck me?
		jump sure you wanna fuck me?
else:
	rick: Do you need a blanket or something?
	jump end

label fuck me handsome
wolf: I think we should drink in your cab and maybe get cozy. It's pretty chilly here... a wool blanket sounds nice.
Your voice involuntarily takes on a higher register. Big bottom energy. It's a little embarrassing to sound like this, but the way {trucker.name} looks at you, maybe the right move.
rick: Alright, alright, just making sure.
wolf: Ohhhhhh, I'm sure!
rick: Well then, puppy...
When his hand grips your shoulder again, it's firmer, more assertive. You can feel his strength, and melt into it. Your tail wags a little. It's not worth being embarrassed about.
jump fucking

label sure you wanna fuck me?
wolf: I mean... if YOU don't want to do anything, that's fine too...
He scratched his fleecy chest, a bit uncertain. It's a funny expression on someone so large and intimidating.
rick: Oh, naw, like, just making sure.
He leans in, smelling smoky and delicious. You reach up and run a hand along his horns, down his neck.
rick: I'd like to give you another ride tonight. Let's go back to the cab and see where we go, hmm?
His warm hand caresses your back.
jump fucking

label fucking
set {trucker.had_sex} = true
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join rick (underwear) center
The cab is hot, steamy, foggy. The windows drool condensation. Your head is swimming in a delicious ocean of scent, alcohol, and sex.

His chest is more comfortable than any bed you've ever slept on, still soaked from both of you. Scattered condom wrappers glisten like tinsel in the cold light from the parking lot lamps.

You moan a little as he shifts, tectonic, muscle and fleece making you bob weightlessly, a cork on water. He's still hard inside you, moving again, speeding up, settling into a now-familiar rhythm. A deep, satisified grunt. His hands slide down your waist, grip your thighs.

It's a good thing you're sitting a lot tomorrow.
jump end

label end
leave rick
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The morning light streams across the dash. {trucker.name} is quiet, humming along to the occasional tune on the radio, making small talk if you speak to him but lapsing into silence more frequently than yesterday.

You try not to read into it. After all, you're only together another few hours. Maybe there's something here, maybe not, but he's going one way, and you're heading another. Life moves on.

You check your phone messages. Alex is excited for your arrival.

The thought puts a smile on your face. He's already apologizing for having to move out in 30 days, but you assure him 30 days is plenty of time for you to get on your feet again. It's just going to be nice to be with someone who you know is watching your back.

Yeah, things are pretty shitty right now, but hey, your big bad ex is miles behind you, and it's time to move on, time for something new!

Wolves aren't your bag; you need a different kind of relationship now. Something less intimidating. Something a bit more soft, fleecy even... your time with {trucker.name} has got your brain working!

join wolf (phone) center
You flip open the app that introduced you to {trucker.name}\: {dating_app.name}
[music fade="4.0" volume="0.0"]
[background arg="res://dialogue/images/empty.png" fade="4.0"]

It's time to find your special someone!
[signal arg="next_scene"]