Gold Trans Am
aka: I have an OTP AU prompts post, an alcoholic milkshake, and all the enabling gretchensinister can give me.
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It was scorching hot, over a hundred degrees if it was anything, without a cloud visible in the brilliant azure sky. The air itself seemed to sizzle, heat-haze shimmering around the horizon and clouds of choking dust drifting up from the road with each breath of hot wind. There hadn’t been a car driving past for nearly an hour.
Not for the first time, Pitch was starting to regret deciding to try to hitchhike to SXSW.
Posted on April 18, 2015 with 20 notes


