Shot Gun

Quickly, Rayland and Adrian learn that not only is Cait bipolar, she is also insane.

“Shot gun!” Rayland called, running to the car with a superior grin.  While Adrian groaned, Gwendolyn mumbled a thank you to the sky, earning her a look from the two men.

            “You prefer sitting in the back?” Adrian asked, raising an eyebrow.

            “If Cait’s driving.  When I sit in the back I can’t see the speed gage, and sometimes, I can’t see the road.”  Gwendolyn smiled like it was a super secret. 

            “She’s a bad driver?” Rayland asked, glancing at the passenger seat through the window.

            “Only if she’s angry, or upset.  But then, Cait has such a short fuse it doesn’t really matter what moods she starts driving in.”  Rayland and Adrian glanced at each other before they heard a yell from Cait, who had to stay behind to find her favorite pen on her desk.

            “Hi!” she shouted, waving her arm as she neared the car.  While the two guys watched with raised eyebrows, they had just seen her not even five minutes ago, Gwendolyn gave a small wave that was nowhere near as energetic as Cait’s.  “So we’re going to the new food place right?”  Cait walked around the car, and unlocked the doors.

            “That’s the plan, love,” Gwendolyn said cheekily, hoping to keep Cait happy no doubt.  Rayland looked one last time at Adrian before sliding into the front seat. 

            “Fun!” Cait squealed and started the car as Adrian shut his door.  Rayland frowned as Gwendolyn clung to the door handle, yet held her happy smile.  She had practice.  Cait gently pulled out of the parking spot and onto the road, chatting away about something some girl had done on the News last night, waving the hand that wasn’t holding the steering wheel.

            As they came to a red light, Rayland watched curiously as Cait waved to the man in a car next to them.  He voiced the question that everybody had to be wondering, “Who’s that?”

            “I don’t know,” Cait said, looking back over at Rayland, shrugging with a big smile.

            “You waved at him though.”

            “Yeah.”

            “You waved at a complete stranger?” Adrian butted in.

            “That’s nothing.  Cait’s gone and called those ‘How’s My Driving’ numbers just to tell them the person was driving fabulously.”  Gwendolyn sighed.

            “They asked!” Cait whined, turning in her seat to look at Gwendolyn, amber eyes wide.  “I wanted to be nice!”

            “That’s not nice.  That’s obnoxious, borderline weird Cait,” Rayland said.  Cait twisted in her seat again to yell at him.

            “Lights green,” Adrian said, just as some cars honked.  Cait’s face started to turn pink as they continued to honk, some people even hanging their heads out and shouting at her. 

            “Those, buttholes!” Cait said, never one to curse.  The three passengers watched in awed silence as she hung her head out the window and gave all the cars behind her the finger.  She waited in spot until the light turned yellow, and still hanging out the window, slammed her foot on the gas pedal.  All four were thrown back as the car zoomed through the lane.  Rayland quickly found something to hold onto, Adrian clinging to his seat and the hanger above the door, when Cait didn’t seem to slow down.  She started to ramble off names, swerving through lanes to keep a quick pace.

 

Author's Note

Cait, in the real story, came from a slave trade and was sort of really disliked for being different. Clinton bought her and put her to good use. So she went from being a nobody, to being one of the worlds more influential man's right hand man(woman?). As such, she has a very happy outlook on life, and doesn't really get down very often.