Post by Jim Caedus on Jan 4, 2022 23:44:39 GMT -5
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The driver- a young white male with one hand on the wheel -feeds the D12 "Devil's Night" disc into the player and passes the empty case to the slightly older white guy sitting in the backseat with the slightly younger white girl.
She paws at his crotch, biting her lower lip in excited anticipation as he nervously eyes the few vehicles in proximity on the highway around them.
"Dude, we're fine. Hurry the fuck up," his slightly younger cousin shoots "calmly" from the front passenger seat, adding a forced laugh in an attempt to disguise the need.
Shut the fuck up and watch for cops, dick, the guy in the backseat spouts off while pulling a small pill baggie fat with glass from his wallet.
"Oh shit, he hooked you up, babe," she says while massaging his upper thigh.
Opening the dub sack, he dumps a small pile of shards onto the case on his lap and accepts an old student ID card from his chick. First wiping the reverse face and bottom edge of the card on his baggy navy blue Dickies, he then crushes the pile beneath the card's reverse face with his thumb a few times then lifts the card to scrape the lingering fragments free, adding them to the pile. Glancing around out the windows again, he returns to his task and carefully crunches fragments further with the card's bottom edge before finally parting out 6 bumps each roughly an inch long and about as wide as a straw.
The girl and the guy's cousin have already produced their temporarily reusable scissored straw sections from wherever they'd been hidden- the cousin's with a small amount of blood flaked along the nostril end of his -and wait as the guy pulls his own from behind his ear and snorts a line. He snorts further, handing it off to the girl as he shudders at the burn and following drip. She in turn takes two lines before passing to the cousin who takes HIS two lines and returns the final line to the guy who dust busters it.
The entire process is repeated, the guy a bit stingy this time around as he takes note of the sack now being halfway depleted upon dumping. By the time he receives his second line of the cycle he's already returned the sack to his wallet, so he sets the CD case down with the intention of making a silent statement in doing so.
The cousin, still attempting to veil his addiction, "casually" glances at the guy and looks away. The girl takes an alternate route smiling sweetly at the guy semi-expectantly. The driver looks to the rearview and the backseat passengers. "You done you filthy drug addicts?" He looks to the cousin beside him, laughing. "Fucking meth heads."
The cousin laughs, "Shut the fuck up man," then turns back to the guy. "You do this every time you pay dude, let's just do all the rest at once and be done with it."
"Yeah get it the fuck outta my CAR!"
Bro I'll swallow it if we get pulled over, I just wanna make sure we have somethin' for the beach, he half lies.
"Devon's gonna be there, he always has shit," the girl says. The guy looks to her with an expression meant to convey "bitch, shut up, more for me and YOU"- another half lie meant to salvage the now lesser of two evils scenario -but he either fails or is stonewalled, judging by her expression.
Normally, feeling so good would have had the guy more than happy to dump it all out already but the combo paranoia and power of greedy entitlement has him wanting to save the rest for himself and tell them both bluntly, "No". Instead, he exhales, allows himself to half believe Devon will provide shit (the guy fully intending and prepared to capitalize on that theoretical) and replies, Fuck it. Fine.
He plucks the CD case back up.