Please see the Chronicles of Buckaroo Banzai and the Hong Kong Cavaliers for more Word Challenges.
so... the previous chapter was released in Late 2003. this chapter crawled out of the slime in April 2005. why so long? beats me! sometimes you just need to come back to a plot after a while... 8-)
Half an hour later, food finally appeared for the wayward Cavalier and his aggravating guest. Perfect Tommy had pointedly refrained from talking to her, instead getting tactical and gossip updates from Peggy and Reno, and Liz seemed content to talk numbers and equations with Buckaroo and Big Norse. Banzai had formalized Tommy's tacit offer to take her back east with them, and provide her with clothes and supplies as necessary. Liz had insisted that she be allowed to pay them back for anything she borrowed, but they refused, finally suggesting a charity she could give the items to after she had her life back.
All attempts to discover what she had been doing in the middle of a dangerous curve had been met with shrugs, "Your guess is as good as mine," she would answer, or, "beats the heck outta me!" When Buckaroo finally pressed hard, she sighed, "I told him," indicating Tommy with a thumb, "and he's ticked at me. You think I want you to think I'm nuts?" She paused momentarily, fork halfway to her mouth, mouthing her last sentence, making sure it made sense, "Right."
"You must admit, it seems like a random thing to do, camping in a road," the chief Cavalier was no longer enjoying the conversation, "You could have been killed. You could have killed someone else. Why shouldn't we throw you in a straight-jacket and hand you over to your father, or a team of psychiatrists?"
Deflated suddenly, she slumped back in her chair, drained her water glass, and looked at him frankly, "You should. Heck, if you had any sense, you'd put me back on the road, and run me right over." She shrugged, "but you won't. You're an adventurer, right? Adventurers never run me over." A wry grin crept onto her lips momentarily, and she snuck a glance at Perfect Tommy, "Well, not on purpose, anyway."
She stood up and stretched, "If you want me to, I'll go on my merry, if slightly confused, little way. If I'm too interesting to pass up," a deep breath, let out as if in defeat, "please don't ask me questions you won't like the answers to. Err, whose answers you won't like. Yeah, that's better." She gestured around the Cavaliers and their support staff, "Besides, from all the nicknames, you seem to like not asking questions."
Please see the next chapter.