"Sorry, Lulu, gonna have to pass. Wouldn't want to ink up this beautiful work of god, y'know? Besides, I wouldn't get anything flowery or something like that, anyway,"Kennedy was saying in response to her tattoo idea. Lucky wrinkled her nose at the word 'flowery'. "'Flowery'? I think you have me confused with someone, Chan," she giggled, shaking her head and nuzzling closer into Landon as he placed his arm around her. “If your tattoo idea is a good one I will gladly paste it on my shoulder blade,” Dillon chimed in from the driver seat, “I've been wanted to get a new one. Come on Kennedy, buff up! And get a tattoo.” "Yeah, yeah," he nodded,"and those tattoos better be followed by a trip to the bar," Landon added in with a grin, causing Lucky to laugh a little. "I think we should hit the bar, before we go get needles stuck in us."
"I say our first stop should be a beach," Kennedy put in from the very back seat. "Now there's an idea..." Lucky glanced to the front seat, where Hugo was wiggling around as though he had ants in his pants. "Alright, Bitsy, you're going to make me tired just looking at you," Kennedy sighed, speaking aloud what Lucky had been thinking. "Maybe we should stop at one of those Jamaican Dance Halls so Hugo can show off his dancing abilities," Landon added, teasing Hugo. “You'll be jealous once all the women get mesmerized by my skills,” Hugo shot back, still dancing around; his mood impossible to shoot down. “My dancing is perfect thank you, might I point out I dance better in a car than you on an open dance floor,” Hugo added, cocky and silly as ever.
"Okay, okay. That's enough of that." shot from the backseat, coming from Monty. At first Lucky thought he was trying to break up the mock argument between Landon, Hugo and Kennedy, but then he added, "Lets play this!" as he threw his body over Landon's shoulder, and only Lucky's head. She let out a squeak as he nearly crushed her in his attempt to get to the front seat. Busting into laughter, Lucky remained squished against Landon, stuck under Monty for a moment as he talked with Dillon. “Hey don't mock that, it was my CD when I was a kid,” she heard Dillon say, unable to see what was going on because of Monty's body.
When he finally moved into the front with Dillon, Lucky was able to catch her breath from laughing so hard. "‘Cause I’m on top of the world, eh, I’m on top of the world, eh, waiting on this for a while now, paying my dues to the dirt, I’ve been waiting to smile, eh, been holding it in for a while, eh, Take you with me if I can, Been dreaming of this since a child, I’m on top of the world," was sung, off key and beat from the front. Dillon groaned, laughing a little as she called into the back seat for Lucky to show him how it's done. "I'm afraid he's a lost cause," Lucky called to the front with a grin.
Lucky's grin slowly faded into a smile as she got comfortable against Landon's side and returned to her sketch. The beach would be pretty cool, but in comparison to everywhere else they were going to go it kinda seemed a little boring. How could she compare a beach to the ruins of Rome or the Sydney Opera House? Excitement vibrated through her as she glanced out of the window, trying to enjoy the song through Monty's singing. She loved her friends, and there was no way this trip was not going to be amazing. "Where are we stopping first, anyway, Dill," she called over the music. It was a legit question, since they hadn't really planned anything out and none of them had exactly thought this trip through. In honesty, she didn't really care where they went or how they got there; as long as they were together.