Ganged on a Farm

I’m driven down one abandoned country road after another. The Lyft driver doesn’t seem to know where he’s going. And this is particularly worrisome since neither do I. All I know is that my stepdad and uncle are having a poker night someplace around here. Neither would tell me where it is, so I had to guess. Ever since they caught me kissing one of their best friends in the parking lot of some family-style restaurant, they haven’t trusted me around any of them.