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and put your seatbelt on ˏ
will you.ᐣ
❴ he stifles another cough.
getting a bit foggy in here ˏ
now.but it don't stop him
from putting his hands on
the wheel to pull out of his
parking space ˏ setting off
boardwalk─bound.❵
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I thought you'd never ask.
❴ his dopey smile flashes in
the rear view mirror ˏ twisting
around to pass him his mug
bong ─ then the bob marley
lighter.❵
be careful with her ˏ alright.ᐣ
this is like ˏ my pride and joy
I'm lending you.
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i dunno. find another ride, i guess.
( jeremy mutters, squirming around in his seat. )
could i get a hit of that or what? it’s boring as fuck when i just sit around and you’re smoking ..
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well ˏ I guess assuming you
don't live over there.
❴ mumbled around a cough ˏ
setting his bong aside.
hand lifting to start his car ˏ
which purrs to life not a
moment later.now was his
time to rid himself of the
guy ˏ if he wanted to enjoy
the rest of his afternoon.❵
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that's a little far.how do
you plan on getting back.ᐣ
❴ he doesn't comment on the
crash bit.his driving skills
were nothing short of mint ˏ
he'd have him know.he's
already smoking up again ˏ
huffing another cloud into
the vehicle's confines.❵
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*i don’t care if we crash. it’s not my fucking car.
( jeremy sniffs. he should have picked someone else. this guy’s attitude was kind of getting to him. )
can you drop me off by the boardwalk?
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in peace was looking more appealing by the minute.❵
and even if you were a fed ˏ look ˏ ma.no hands.ᐟ
❴ his hands fly up ˏ lighter pinched between palm and thumb.❵
see that.ᐣ haven't even touched my steering wheel.so you got nothing on me.
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uh ˏ last I checked ˏ you're the one
who parked Your Ass in My car.so
like ˏ frigg off yourself little dude.
❴ his testy attitude wasn't about to
garner any sympathy from marty.
and frankly ˏ the idea of having
jeremy leave him alone to hotbox
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yeah, yeah. you can just get a new one. not that i’m gonna do it, but i’m just saying.
(he was not amused, and regarded marty with some obvious distaste. ribbing tended to annoy him or get under his skin when he wasn’t the one doing it.)
no, fuck off.
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molded in a way that could make cramped pass off as comfortable.❵
what are you ˏ a narc.ᐣ
❴ he scoffs a laugh ˏ only to pause.
his smile disappearing on a second
thought ─ a double take ˏ shooting
a skeptical look his way.❵
..you aren't wired ˏ are you.ᐣ
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okay ˏ well.you better not scratch
any of my Nine Inch Nails albums or
it'll be your ass nailed to my bumper.
❴ snort.shrinking back into his seat ˏ
legs splayed as far as the vehicle
would let him.which wasn't so
much ˏ but his body was like putty.
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ha, ha. somehow i doubt they teach that shit in school.
(he sulked, turning his head out the window. it really reeked in here..)
what? no.
(he looked down at himself for a minute and frowned.) aren’t you not supposed to smoke and drive?
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oh ˏ uh..
❴ brows raising.a questionable
expression ˏ only to shrug after
a moment's consideration.❵
well ˏ shit.can't hate it 'til you
try it ˏ right.ᐣ
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okay ˏ mister miami ˏ then I'll say it as it is.you took my dollar and bought yourself a soda instead of replacing the one you ruined like a little weasel.
❴ a sassy lilt of his head ˏ eyeing him from the corner of his eye.
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i live in miami.
( he digs in his pocket for the package of mentos, and crunches two or three of them. )
i didn’t scam. you gave me stuff cuz you wanted to, not cuz i made you.