I can't Hurt You - Marcus Lopez Arguello

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We'd been driving and trying to make conversation for a couple hours now. The sun was at its peak and Saya decided we needed a break from the heat since we still hadn't put the roof back on. She drove into the first rest stop she found since there weren't many where we were. It was the middle of the desert after all. I analyzed the stop and there were a bunch of trailers, vehicles, and even school buses in the parking lot. The people were dressed like they were from the 70's and it smelled like every kind of drug you could imagine. Oh shit, Saya and I had been here before. We'd gone on road trips and taken this route just so we could make it here every time. This was the legendary hippie hangout.

"You guys smell that body odor and self-righteousness? Can only mean one thing. We've entered into the dank domain of the hippie." Billy said as Saya pulled into an empty parking spot.

"Yo, I signed on for a road trip to Vegas- maybe have some laughs, meet some fly girls. What is this shit?" Willie complained as Saya put the car in park.

"Stop complaining, asshole. Saya and I have had the best highs here, it's only fair you guys get a taste." I said proudly.

"Please don't tell me you two are Deadheads, please." Marcus begged.

Saya and I smiled at each other before she turned the car off.

"Hippies congregate here when they're not following Jerry Garcia's foul taint around." Saya said before getting out.

I followed after her closing the door behind me. We looked back at the car to see that no one besides us had moved.

"In simpler words, you kindergartners, hippies have drugs." I simplified.

Everyone got overtaken by an expression of realization before starting to get out of the car.

"Since when does Saya partake?" Billy asked, getting out of the car.

"I grew up Yakuza. I managed a champagne club before I was 13. Hard-core, not some rookie-hour, baby bullshit you pansies get up to." Saya explained.

Marcus smiled before taking out his wallet, checking how much cash he had.

"Give me your money." Saya said to him.

He looked up in confusion.

"You can't trust these crunchy fuckers." Saya said referring to the hippies that were selling.

"You don't think I can tell if someone is selling me bunk drugs?" Marcus asked.

"According to the story that went around King's the day you arrived, these guys were only able to kidnap you because you were high off angel dust that you smoked off a blunt you took from a random person. If you can't tell the difference between a normal blunt and a blunt that's clearly been fucked with, you won't be able to tell if these assholes are selling you cocaine or baby powder." I explained.

"Let us deal with it. We've been here before." Saya said.

"Mm, no I think I'll keep my money. If you're so worried about me buying bunk drugs then I'll take Emma with me. You guys are the only ones that've been here before so you're the only ones that can tell the difference, right?" Marcus asked in a cocky way.

"Saya always buys the best PCP, though." I whined.

"Sucks that you're stuck with me, princess." He said coming around to the other side of the car and interlocking our hands.

Saya and Maria walked off into the building which was a bar as the rest of us stayed outside. Willie was still in the car, and I'm assuming he'd stay there since he wasn't big on drugs anyway. Marcus went to stand next to Billy, pulling me with him. We stayed in silence for a couple seconds, not exactly having a plan on how to kill Billy's dad.