𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐓 / / 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

CHAPTER 13

"A little to the right... No! No, a little left..."

She spun around looking like she was sucking on a lemon, sour as fizzy candy. "Danny, I swear to god I will shove this fucking glock up your ass if you don't shut the hell up."

He laughed, leaning back in his plastic chair. "I'm only trying to help!"

"Just ignore him," Richy assured from besides her. "You're doing great."

"I know I'm doing great Rich, I was hitting the target every time until this dickhead came outside and decided to open his trap." Stella grumbled.

"Well, ya' never know what distractions are gonna be around you when it comes down to it." He shrugged.

"Richy," she sighed and rubbed her free hand over her face in frustration. "It's never gonna come down to it, because I'm never gonna carry it, okay? Not unless Kildare turns into some freaky ass dystopia world with zombies and shit."

Danny sipped on a beer. "You never know what's round the corner."

"I just think you might change your mind when you get older, Stel." Richy pushed. "Either way, it's not a bad thing to have under buckle. I'm just making sure you don't loose your wits."

"Yeah, well, I've had enough for today." She sighed, trudging over to Danny and taking a seat next to him. Placing the gun down on the plastic table next to her, she took a beer from the cool box and cracked it open before reclining backwards and stretching her legs out into the sun. "Where's Bear anyway? Thought he'd be wanting to see this shit."

Richy pulled up a lounger, laying in front of Danny and Stel directly in the sun light, working on his tan. "Working at the shop."

"I always forget he has a normal job on top of his side hustle." She snorted.

Danny chimed in, "Me too, I don't know why he bothers. He's making enough selling."

"It's a cover up dumb ass, gotta launder the money somehow." The blonde pulled her sunglasses down. "Plus, Denny used to do the same at that same shop. I think it helps him sometimes, yahno? Being in the same space he used to be, I dunno, some shit like that."

Barry had never been one to show emotion, even from being a young boy. It just wasn't his style. Even more so when Denny passed, he became much more reserved, reluctant to let people in. She guessed that was why he did so many drugs these days, it helped him open up to people about shit a bit more. "That's fair." Danny nodded.

"Seeing as though you're bailing on me again—"

"Richy we've been at this for 2 hours." Stella growled.

"What are you doing with the rest of your day?"

She peeked over at him through a squinted eye, hand shading her from the sun. "I'm not sure yet. I think going surfing was mentioned after JJ and Pope finish work, but I'm just gonna wait for them to swing by. Only problem with having no power, no cellphones."

"Thrown back to the time of the cave man." Danny joked. "Why don't you try pigeon carrier, or send a raven like they do in Game of Thrones?"

"Any animal we kept here would be high as shit, 24/7, and therefore would take at least 2 weeks to deliver the message." She stated.

"Yeah, good point." Rich laughed. "Speaking of high, imma' go roll one. Be back in a sec."

As he retreated inside the Swayer home, Danny held his beer out to Stella and she responded by tapping hers against his. "Cheers."

"When's Bear home, you know?"

Danny adjusted his position in his chair. "He didn't say. I think it's been pretty busy at the moment, that's why he's opened on a Sunday. Tons of people coming to try and sell shit to help them get over the storm."