Porcelain

Chapter 18

"You saying goodbye to the gang?"

"Nah."

"Nothing to say?"

"Not really."

"I didn't think so. They probably get it, though."

Dally didn't respond, he just threw his stuff into the car he'd "negotiated" from Buck.

"Hey, don't just throw your loose clothes in like that, they're gonna get grosser than they already are, and they'll get stuck under the seats," she chided.

"Shut the fuck up, you're not my mom," he scowled.

She nodded. "Damn right I'm not, you wouldn't be such a piece of shit if I was. Besides, we wouldn't be runnin' off like Bonnie and Clyde if I was your fucking mother."

He wrinkled his nose. "No the fuck we ain't, Bonnie and Clyde were lovers, weren't they?"

"Oh, am I just not pretty enough for you?"

"Nope, you look like a dude."

"So you'll quit complaining if a put lipstick on?"

He smirked. "Who ever said I wanted you in the first place?"

"I dunno, you're really starting to warm up to my charming and lovely personality," she replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, says you, I say you have the personality of one of those dead fish at the grocery store."

"Says the self-proclaimed bad boy. You're not too good yourself, you look like some sort of mangled cat whenever you get angry. Got the personality of one, too."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He demanded, ego bruised.

"You know, you're like a street cat. People can try all they want to make it a pet, but then the ugly motherfucker pisses in their shoes and bites them."

Dally shrugged. "You're not entirely wrong there."

Estelle scowled. "I swear to god, if you piss in my shoes or bite me I'll braid your fucking arteries."

Dally had a big shit-eating grin on his face by then. "Oh yeah? What if you're into that kind of shit?"

"What happened to me bein' too ugly for that? You like men? Not that there's anything wrong with that."

"I ain't no queer!"

"Oh come on, I won't judge if you are, we met when fighting over your girl, didn't we?" She winked.

He grimaced. "Oh god, I hadn't even thought about that. That wasn't just for show?"

Estelle shrugged. "She does have a nice ass. And I've got ten perfectly good fingers that I know how to use, unlike most guys with one mediocre dick. But it would feel wrong to do that and not tell her what she was getting into, even if I could give her a good time."

Dally looked disgusted learning that, while Estelle laughed.

"Now, more importantly, why are we standing here arguing in a driveway when we could be arguing on the road? Get in."

He shook his head. "No way. I'm driving."

She shook her head right back. "No way. I don't trust your driving. Besides, you don't know where we're going. I'll let you have a turn once we have to stop for gas."

"Fine."

And with that, they were gone.

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"Change the station back, I like that song," Estelle complained.

"No."

"Yes, I'm the driver and I will stop the car right here."

"Then we'll just sit listening to what I want, I've got time."

"I will leave you at a gas station."

"You wouldn't, you'd feel too guilty and come back."

"Oh fuck you, when you drive I'm choosing the music."

"Gladly, you can put those ten fingers to good use."

"Sounds queer."

"Shut up and drive."

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Finally, Estelle pulled into a gas station when the car was nearly empty.

"All right. I gotta piss and some snacks wouldn't hurt either. I'm trusting that you're not gonna drive out without me, what do you want?"

"Thanks for the faith in me, darling," he drawled.

"Of course, honey," she cooed in response. "But that doesn't answer my question."

"Oh, I don't care. Just get whatever you want."

"Air it is, then. I'm not wasting more of my precious cash on you."

"Huh?"

"Oh, right. You were unconscious. I paid for what you stole, out of my pocket. So the cops wouldn't go after any of us."

"You didn't have to."

"I mean, I kind of did. We were both nearly shot that night. Those cops weren't there because they wanted to have a little picnic. They tried to kill us."

"Whatever. Go piss."

"Well fuck you, for that I'll piss in the seat, since we want to drive so badly."

"Gee, sensitive much?"

"You're just as sensitive as I am, quit lying."

"Just to piss already!"

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"Alright, I'm back, I got you a coke and a snickers bar, I'm such a good person."

"Again, you didn't have to, but thanks anyways I guess."

"Did you fill the tank?"

"Oh come on, I'm not that much of an asshole, what did you think I was doing while you pissed out all the six oceans?"

"I dunno, beating your meat or something. And there's seven oceans, not six."

"Nerd."

"Jackass."

"Stuck up bitch."

"Oh so now I'm a girl?"

"Why don't you turn on the radio."

"Because you'll complain, and also so I can give you directions, it gets more complicated here on out."

"Where are we even going?"

"The asscrack of nowhere, baby!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll find out."

"Fuck you."

"Nope, I just know you ain't clean."