>>5823394>>5823552>sit on back seat with othersYou don't like her smile at all, feeling she's going to prank you any time soon. You give it a look inside and it seems normal, aside from some stains.
You get between James and Hekko, while Lamar goes next to Hekko and Kimberly, for being the shortest, goes on your lap. Good things come for those who wait. Peter goes on passenger seat and, obviously, Grace is your driver for tonight. The engine starts and Grace goes her way to Hyde Park. The car wasn't perfect, a bit shakey and you needed to hold up somewhere. You try to spread your legs a bit to get more balance while trying to distract yourself on the fact Kimberly is also trying to not fall nor on Hekko or James every now and then. Her hips move on yours in an attempt to hold herself. You got some booze on her veins, but you still could focus on other things. Or try at best.
"Is everything okay there, Ryan?", Kimberly says, trying to look at you and failed. Too little space for that and too much hip movement as well. A blessing or a curse? You decide.
"Yeah... Hm... Sure"
"You fine, mate?", James looks at you. He touches your thigh, as way to not only call your attention, but calming you down. His soft and soothing touch... Wasn't actually helping. He probably didn't notice the situation literaly right in front of you. "You don't seem fine. Do we need to stop? You gonna barf?"
"No, no. I'm fine."
"Just seat tight there, Ryan", you hear Peter's voice coming from the front seat and you feel his strong hand softly on your shin, caressing it for a few seconds before leaving you to be.
"You sure?", James' hands advances a bit more on your thigh, almost reaching its inner parts. Doesn't help either him being too close to you and you feel his hot and overly alchoolic breath. Fuck! This is weird, but you can't blame James in his current state of mind.
"Yeah...", you try to look in front of you. Even for late at night, traffic wasn't the best. Hyde Park isn't that far and you can feel this situation will be prolongued if you don't do something. And you remember a topic to talk about. "So, Grace, what's so special abou the car?"
She chuckles. "I don't blame you for not noticing, kiddo. Too much going on behind there, hn?", you stay silent on that and she laughs, obviously teasing you and trying to make awkwardness go away. Did she notice? "Doris rejected this car 'cause this one is full of bullet holes. I renewed some parts, but some not and so I hid those, I can show you later. Police shot a guy to death here. Real violent death! All these stains are things like blood from his bowls who couldn't go off. I heard some stains on the trunk were from his brain falling out!", she laughs a bit in amusement.
"That is..."
>"... something">"... kinda rad. What's about this man and his crime?">"... not what I expected. Why keep the car?">[ASSESMENT: Spiritual •••+] "Don't you fear the ghost of this man?" 