About the time that Evan walks into the hotel and explains he situation to everyone a loud truck comes rolling into the covered check-in parking area of the hotel in front of the lobby doors
blaring a Dixie Horn, not just once, which is obnoxious but still usually succeeds in getting a chuckle from locals, but over and over and over... Seven times to be exact (feel free to turn up the speakers and click the play button seven times to enjoy the interactive feel of Neato Falls in your own room).
The pickup is a boxy, "buy American"-framed model circa the mid-eighties, with a suspension lift kit that seems to make it taller than it is wide or long. It looks like a shitbox made a baby with an industrial cherry-picker that was already somehow its cousin... The color is obscured, as every square inch of the machine is covered in dried mud save for the wiper blade section of the windshield. Two scruffy men sandwich a woman on the bench seat, before jumping out and boisterously entering the lobby...
The men walk up to the front desk completely ignoring the guests in the lobby and the driver uses his outdoor voice to say to the larger woman behind the counter, "Hey Marshey! Ziggy sent us to come an' collect a buncha tourists that paid him to take them up to spend the night in that goddam junk yard they builded outsida town, Haw-Haw!!! Said it's some sissy on a bicycle! You got anyone like that staying here?"
He's wearing torn jeans, heavy boots, and a wife-beater tank top to show off various tattoos he or his friends did with a guitar string and a few ballpoint pens. The art ranges from a popular cartoon rodent grinning while holding an electric guitar and wearing sunglasses with his obscenely large penis snapped in a mousetrap; to a word that was probably "
Sally" in blue ink, but then changed to "
SoRRy" in heavier blue ink, but then changed back to "
SaLLy" in black ink.
The other man from the truck, stands with his elbow on the counter playing with a toothpick in his mouth. Though lacking the lean definition of Devin, he looks fit and wouldn't be entirely unattractive if he'd been were born and raised in a different world than this. His yellow Joe Dirt mullet bobs slightly as he looks the metropolitan-looking Julie up and down with a look on his face that would indicate that 1) he likes was he sees, 2) he disdains what he sees, and 3) he seems completely incapable of any other functions at all while his simple brain struggles with the cognitive dissonance of these two overpowering "emotions".
The girl previously sandwiched in the middle wears full denim from skinny pants to jacket. The only exception seems to be the high-top sneakers with the flashing lights when she walks and the black 80's hairband t-shirt. Her hair is dirty-blonde and large and zig-zaggy from a crimpers and hairspray... She shoves past to the counter between Julie and the mullet giving Julie a dangerous-looking stink eye as she passes indicating that she doesn't like the way Julie's clearly jockeying for the mullet's attentions. Or maybe she recognizes Julie and simply doesn't like the way Julie broke Sammy Breedlove's heart. Either way, she doesn't seem to like Julie and she looks like the type of girl that doesn't post to Chirpbook when she doesn't like another female.
"I think this guy has a bicycle," replies Marshy.