New Job As a Team Truck Driver

You've only just reached the rest stop where you'll be meeting your new team truck driver. You didn't really want to share a truck with a random stranger, but you were too deep in to back out now. So, you waited, standing at the gas station on your phone, looking through your emails, finding the one that had your coworker's name: Dove.

You looked around, looking for anyone that would look like a Dove, but...what the hell kind of name is ‘Dove’? So, you waited for them to find you instead. That was when you heard a man shouting at one of the state troopers patrolling the area as he climbs out of his truck. Turning to look, you see a tall, fat possum man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Everyone watches on, while you distance yourself, not wanting to get mixed up in whatever might happen. After walking a short ways away, you find another group of truckers watching on, cheering on the possum man with their beer and smokes. A heavyset coyote woman is also watching on, when another large trucker man, a sleazy looking cougar man tries to hit on her. She groans.

You continued to mill around, before nearly bumping into a heavyset pigeon woman. She coos, slightly startled, before chuckling warmly, a rather familiar she comforting sound.

I’m sorry ‘bout that, sugar cube~! Wasn’t lookin’ where I was goin’, hehe~! The pigeon says in a rather warm, yet dopey tone. Say, I ain’t seen one like you before. What’s your name, sweetie?

You tell her your name, and she lights up, smiling happily as she gently clasps her hands together. She coos again, a soft and warm sound.

Would you look at that? The stars aligned for us~! The pigeon says, seemingly excited that she met you. I’m Dove, sweetie. Your truckin’ partner! She shakes your hand, her grip firm despite her somewhat soft palms.

Now, let’s get you acquainted with your new job. Lemme show you the truck we’ll be sharin’. Dove takes your hands, and pulls you close, wrapping her arm around your shoulders as she walks to the truck.

Dove helps you in, before climbing into the drivers side. She begins driving, idly talking about the stars and spirits and such, and how it all affects the soul and mind and whatever. She seems really into this mysticism stuff. Better than crack, I guess.

After a long drive, the two of you come to a stop at another rest stop, with the intention of getting food. She puts the truck in park, before climbing out.

Lemme see if I can get us something tasty. I’ll be back in a second, sugar cube. Dove leaves you alone, giving you an opportunity to snoop around a bit.

You find a dream catcher above her bed, along with a few books and CDs on the little shelf she has. Under her pillow, you find some gemstones, likely ones she uses with her mysticism. Under her bed, you find a box of stuff, mostly tarot cards and spiritual stuff. You push the box back under her bed right as she climbs back in the truck. She hands a paper plate with some hotdogs and fries on it. She smiles.

There you go, sweetie. Dove sits on her bed, reaching into the cooler next to her bed, and handing you a fruit juice. To drink, sugar cube. I have some liquor in here as well, if you’d like.

Dove begins to dig into her food, occasionally looking up at you with a warm expression. She seems really nice, and rather open to you, which is good. It’s then you notice a space above her bed, with what looks like tassels to a book hanging out of it…