Character Creation Prompt Lets hear what yall can come up with!

Sir Nizzleton Maggizzle.. 

Walking with his head down against the wind, his right hand pulled the collar of the wool pea coat tight to keep the frigid wind off his neck. He forced his feet in their mismatched boots to keep a steady rhythm as he walked down the shoulder of the deserted highway. The leather guitar case slung on his shoulder caused his back to ache. Sleet was beginning to fall making the heavily salted asphalt wet as it melted. The sound of a car approaching caused the man to look up, he brushed his long brown hair behind his ears so he could see clearly. The vehicle's brake lights illuminated the darkness on this deserted stretch of Hughway 311 between the city of High Point and the smaller town of Kernersville.

"Thank you Jesus," he thought as he jogged up to where the Ponitiac had stopped. When he reached the passenger side the front wondow was already rolled down and a round pretty face was smiling up at him.

"Where are you going in this weather?" She asked as her ruby red lips curled into a miscellaneous grin.

"Uh, to my dad's, he lives out near Twin Lakes, the uh, air port, Twin Lakes Airport." his words came out in a nervous stutter.

"Ain't no way we can make it out that far before the roads get bad," the driver said in flowery voice. He leaned down to peer past the passenger, the driver looked to be a couple years older, both women had their hair teased up, held high with hairspray and their faces heavily made up with foundation that didn't seem to match their skin tone.

"Just come party with us," a voice called from the back seat. He tried to glance back there as well but he could barely make out the form of two more women in the darkness. The sleet was coming down harder bouncing off the roof of the car. Desperate to escape the elements he tried to flash the smile that seemed to charm women so well even though he teeth were chattering.

"If you can jist drop me off anywhere, a post office, Waffle House, a laudramat... any place warm," he shivered.

"Yeah no shit, we got to get you out of this crap, come party with us, we got a bag from Dan Dan," the passenger said opening the front door and stepping out. She was taller than he realized, she had a large frame but was well proportioned. "You got slide in gorgeous, if I sit in the middle Chelle can't shift he gears," she said while monitoring for him to get inside the large car.

He unshouldered his guitar case and the tall woman took it and handed it to the passengers in the backseat. He started to protest but decided the warmth was worth surrendering his baby for the duration of a ride. He got into the car and slid across the vinyl bench seat and pulled his left leg up to straddle the gear shift. Smiling nervously at the driver. The other woman climbed in and shouldered up to him.

"Don't you worry gorgeous, Chelle don't bite, and I just nibble," she said as the big Cataina filled with giggling.

"That's Margret and Sandy in the back, I'm Laura" the tall woman said as the driver reached between his legs to put the car in gear she added "I see you met Chelle,"

"I'm Bryce, I cant thank y'all enough for the ride," he managed as he leaned forward to warm his hands near the heater vent.

Laura looked at him with her head cocked to the side, "Bryce how old are you?" She asked curiously.

"Just turned 18 three weeks ago," he said turning his head to face her.

"He's a baby!" Margret giggled.

"Craddle robber," Sandy teased.

"Hush back there! " Laura scolded while trying to stifled her own laughter. She turned her head back to Bryce.

"What are you doing walking down a highway in an ice storm?" She asked.

"I had to get out of my mom's...  her boyfriend..." his voice cracked slightly and he turned his head away towards Chelle, "yeah he uh... I just had to leave," his words came out choppy as he searched for words he didn't want to say. As the car passed u der a street light Bryce saw Chelle whisper

"It's okay," as she patted his knee reassuringly and the tension left his body. She suddenly let out a squeal "that's my song there!" Her hand bolted up to the radio and she turned the volume up full as White Snake's newest single Still of the Night filled the car. While the girls all began singing along at the top of their lungs Bryce sat in the darkness bobbing his head and playing air guitar. When the song began repeating the chorus at the end Laura looked at Bryce and turned the volume down on the radio.

"Oh my god! Can you play that on your guitar?" She asked excitedly.

"We'll yeah. But... it's not hard, John Sikes is not Randy Rhodes." Bryce said sheepishly.

"Ozzy!" Everyone in the car suddenly yelled and Laura opened the glove compartment and fished out a cassette tape. She popped it into the stereo and and Mr. Crowley began to play. Bryce was happy for the reprieve from conversation as the tape played for the remainder of the ride.

The car exited the highway and Chelle had to slow down as the secondary roads had not been salted. Bryce had no clue where they were and held his breath when the big car turned into a narrow gravel driveway that seemed to small for the large auto. The drive went uphill into a wooded lot that gave way to an over gown yard with an old two story farmhouse house in dour need of a coat of paint.

"Thank you baby Jesus," Chelle exhaled as she put the car in park halfway between the house and an old barn. As they filed out Bryce stood next to the car anxious to regain possession of the guitar case. Once he held it he looked sheepishly towards Chelle 

"should I?" he pointed back towards the road. To his relief she shook her head no. The group slipped their way along the concrete walk to the front porch. Chelle opened the door and hurriedly crossed the living room to flip a switch that brought a gas fireplace to life. Everyone began removing their jackets and tossing them on the backs of chairs and the sofa. Bryce spotted a coat hook and hung his up.

The women took seats around the living room but Bryce stood nervously by the door. He had hitch hiked here from Savanah and the road had not been easy nor had it been kind. His body ached and he was filthy, his own body odor was bothering him. He looked over and three of the women were huddled around as Laura began packing green herb into a small pipe. When Chelle emerged from the hallway carrying a towel and a small stack of clothes Bryce fought the urge to cry. "Real men don't cry, they suck it up," his father said those words to him when he said goodbye to him as a child.

"The sweats might be short but they have a string, wool socks and you can keep the shirt, I met Mustaine last year he's a dick so no more Megadeth for me," she smiled and added, "sorry unless you want panties, you have to go commando until we get your clothes washed.'

The smell of Marijuana was filling the room and he heard a phone ringing as he walked into the bathroom. Bryce stood under the hot spray long after he had washed enjoying the feeling lf relief at finally getting off the road. The knowledge he wasn't far from his father now and was warm and safe was a weight lifted from his shoulders.

When the water began to turn cold begrudgingly shut it off and stepped out to towel dry. He wrapped the towel around his waist and rand a brush through his hair. He had turned to pick up the clothes when the door opened startling him. He tried to turn around to face the door quickly but the gasp he heard let him know he hadn't been fast enough. He turned and saw the look of pity on Laura's face.

"Sorry I'll be right out," Bryce stammered.

"Oh you're fine, I was just told to ask you if you were up for an ice storm jam," she said pointing at the cordless phone in her hand.

"I... well I am, but I just have an axe. No amp." He stammered. She half turned and spoke into the phone and turned back.

"Steve wants to know if a shit box Crate amp is okay? Hey I dunno, he just asked" she giggled. Her eyes were shiny and bold shot.

Bryce shrugged "As long as it has distortion I guess" he said.

When Bryce returned from the bathroom he was conscious of the glances from the women as they huddled together getting high, with the exception of Chelle. Chelle was in the kitchen pulling cheap frozen pizzas from the oven she gave him a look of quiet understanding as she motioned for him to have a seat. She sat a plate with a frozen pizza in front of him and offered him a Budweiser. Bryce shook his head and began feasting on the food, gushing thank you between bites. Ahe sat opposite him a the table picking at a pizza herself.

Bryce looked at her now in the light, her brown hair was teased up, and her make up colors did not suit her. One of her front teeth was crooked and impacted the other. Her nose seemed to barrow for it's length. Yet her smile was genuine and her hazel eyes were warm.

"This is a nice house,"Bryce lied to make conversation making Chelle snort woth laughter.

"It's a dump falling apart around my ears," she corrected.

"It... it has potential," Bryce said as he felt the heat rising up his neck and cheeks.

"You're sweet enough, but the house was a dump when my grams gave it to me, it's only gotten worse since," she lamented.

Bryce was about to say more when the front door burst open and a tall skinny figure began wrestling guitar amplifiers in the doorway.

"You could have thrown some salt down, dam woman!" A voice carried in from a person still outside yelled.

In short order Bryce was introduced to Steve and Cory, Steve played guitar as well and Cory was a bassist. Steve had brought his new Marshall amplifier and his old Crate amp for Bryce. When Bryce unzipped the case and pulled his bright blue Jackson V guitar out he heard Steve inhale sharply and hold his breath. After tuning quickly Bryce began playing the intro to Motely Crue's Top Fast for Love. When neither musician joined in he stopped and looked up to see everyone was staring him.

"So um, what all you guys know?" He asked eager to jam.

Steve was eager to jump in on a lot of songs, but Cory explained he was more of a country and blues musician. Bryce took the time to show Cory basslines using his guiatar so he could play with them. As Bryce played his demeanor changed. While he stood in the crowded living room his posture straightened and he appeared confident.

While everyone was enthralled by the impromptu jam session Bryce kept glancing at the host to make sure  Chelle was enjoying it. Happy that she was and unsure why her opinion above the others mattered. The group partied until just before sunrise, Laura and Cory had disappeared upstairs for a good while before rejoining. Margret and Sandy had wandered off Steve was in the floor upright his back against an armchair. Laura made a big show of dragging Cory away announcing "Round two!" As she led him upstairs. Bryce looked around and didn't see Chelle he was exhausted but elated at having met other musicians and gotten to play. He walked to the large bay window in the front of the house to look at he rising sun reflecting off the ice covered trees.

Bryce was unaware of how long he had been staring at the frozen landscape when he was startled by a hand on his shoulder. He jumped at the touch and turned to see Chelle looking at him with her soft warm eyes.

"Easy, it's just me," she said softly.

"I... I just... I'm sorry.-" he began as she cut his words off.

"You don't have to apologize, I get it." She said softly. He felt her hand living from his shoulder down his back. He winced as she began tracing the scars beneath his shirt. He pulled slightly away but she reached out with her other hand and cupped his cheek.

"We all have scars, yours are just visible" she whispered as she leaned her face towards his. She closed her eyes and tilted her head inviting a kiss. When it wasn't forthcoming she opened her eyes and saw the nervous embarrassment and fear in his eyes.

"It's okay" she whispered putting her lips near his ear before moving her face to bring her lips to his. She pressed her lips to his gently until she felt his body relax then she deepened the kiss and was rewarded as his passion began to rise.