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Gables Estates, driveway, 7pm
Lori: *dumps juiceboxes into cooler*
Tom: No beer?
Lori: Don't be stupid.
Tom: What's a road trip without a little alcohol? Oh right, boring.
Lori: Get over it, Tom.
Tom: I don't want to spend 2 weeks in this truck.
Lori: We're not taking the truck.
Tom: ...We're walking?
Lori: Hummerhome, Thomas.
Tom: You sure you can drive it?
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Tom: *steps back*
CSI Garage
Lori: *steps up to Hummerhome*
Tom: *looks up* ...It's like the Titanic.
Lori: Fortunatey for us, we won't be in the ocean.
Tom: You sure Horatio's okay with this? Rumor around the lab is he sleeps in here.
Lori: I guess we're about to find out. *opens door, walks in*
Tom: *picks up cooler*
Lori: *looks around*
Tom: *flips on lights*
Lori: Pretty clean.
Tom: Where do you want this?
Lori: The fridge.
Tom: Are you sure you want to do this?
Lori: Yeah. *walks down hall*
Bedroom
Lori: *opens closet*
Tom: *walks over* Who's room is this?
Lori: I think it's my dad's. *picks up cologne, sniffs* Yep. Definitely his.
Tom: *takes bottle* Hey I have some of this at home.
Lori: *smiles* Did Anni get it for you?
Tom: No. You did. *walks away*
Lori: *smile fades* ...Well that's just...awkward.
Master bedroom
Tom: I found my room.
Lori: *walks over, slaps Tom in the back of the head* You're not getting this room.
Tom: Why not? It's big and comfortable.
Lori: And that's exactly why it's mine.
Tom: *looks at Lori* I thought you were sharing a room with Steph.
Lori: Keep dreaming.
Tom: Yeah right like she'll go to sleep all on her own in the middle of nowhere.
Lori: *looks at Tom* I did when I was little.
Tom: ...They let you sleep?
Lori: *walks away*
Tom: *looks back, follows* You remember that stuff.
Lori: *kneels, closes cooler*
Tom: The things they did to you.
Lori: *lifts head* You need to get your things in here tomorrow moring. We're leaving at sunrise.
Tom: Seriously?
Lori: I want to be in Atlanta by dinner.
Tom: We've got 2 weeks, Lori.
Lori: *stands* I know. I just want a little bit of structure.
Tom: Relax. We'll let the wind and the road do the structuring. Have a little bit of fun with your daughter.
Lori: *nods* Right.
Tom: I still don't know why I'm going...
Lori: *pats Tom on the head*
Gables Estates, house, 10pm
Dominick: *rips drapes*
Scott: *walks over, grabs Dominick* What the hell do you think you're doing?
Dominick: *screeches, slams fists on Scott's chest*
Lori: *walks in* What's going on?
Scott: He's ripping the house apart.
Lori: *places hands on hips* Deal with it.
Scott: *looks at Dominick*
Dominick: *pulls Scott's hair*
Scott: *winces*
Dominick: *yanking Scott's hair*
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *crosses arms*
Dominick: *pulls out clump of hair, cackles*
Scott: *eye twitches*
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: Time for bed, Dom.
Dominick: NO! *punches Scott in the chest*
Scott: *coughs*
Lori: Ouch.
Scott: *coughing*
Lori: Uh oh. *runs over, grabs Dominick*
Scott: *sits on stairs, coughing*
Lori: *slaps Dominick's hand*
Dominick: *screams, starts to cry*
Lori: Bad Finch.
Scott: *grips chest* Ugh.
Lori: *sits on stairs*
Dominick: *struggling, crying*
Lori: Talk to him.
Scott: *takes Dominick*
Dominick: *swinging fists*
Scott: *takes Dominick's hands* Listen, listen. You need to calm down and stop this nonsense. Big boys don't throw tantrums.
Dominick: *sniffing*
Scott: *wipes Dominick's cheeks* Sleep is more important than breakfast.
Dominick: *looks at Scott, eyes widen*
Scott: It's true. Every dream you have means you're getting stronger and smarter.
Dominick: *stares at Scott* I wanna be stronger.
Scott: Then you need sleep.
Dominick: *struggles, runs upstairs*
Lori: ...You know, that's not entirely accurate.
Scott: I don't know about that.
Lori: *takes Scott's hand* Are you going to be okay for 2 weeks?
Scott: *nods*
Lori: If you need anything...just call me.
Scott: *wraps arms around Lori*
Lori: Oof.
TBC..................................