Steven Universe: Time Split

Chapter 56: Drop Beat Dad

"Hey, Greg!" Y/n greeted as he walked up to the older man, who was once again sat in a lawn chair at the car wash.

"Oh! Hey, Y/n!" Greg replied with a smile. "Come to share another beer?"

"Eh, why not." Y/n shrugged as Greg tossed him a beer from the cooler that sat beside him. "I came by to see if you could sell some stock for me."

"Hm? Again? I thought you sold all your stock by now?" Greg said with surprise.

"Nah, I still have some stock left in Pepe's burger." Y/n commented as he took a sip of his beer. "And I wanted you to sell it because it should earn me a couple more million."

Greg comedically spat out whatever beer he just drank. "A couple more million?!?!" He exclaimed. "You still have almost eight million from the stocks before!"

"Yeah ... I can't stop earning money ... I have a load of projects planned." Y/n told casually.

"You really need to help me with the stock market ..." Greg chuckled as he took another sip of beer.

"Well, my money is in your account, just use it for whatever." Y/n told. "I honestly don't mind."

"Thanks, Y/n!" Greg smiled as the two looked out in front of the car wash, Greg was obviously waiting for some car to come by.

"Oh look!" Y/n pointed over to the sidewalk. "It's Steven, and Sour Cream."

"Huh, I wonder what they're doing together." Greg told as he stood up. "Come on, let's check it out!"

"Alright ... But I think Steven said he was helping Sour Cream rave." Y/n tried to remember as the dup placed their beer on the ground, and ran up to Steven.

Sadly, Sour Cream ran past them and into the car wash, probably to use the bathroom. "What's up, schtu-ball?" Greg asked.

"Just helping Sour Cream take his gear to the warehouse." Steven replied with a cheery smile.

"Oh, like a roadie, huh?" Y/n commented.

"Yeah! W-what about you two?" Steven asked.

"Ahh, Same-old, same-old. Not too busy." Greg waved off.

"Yeah, I was just having a beer with him." Y/n chuckled.

"Don't worry. I'm sure it'll pick up soon." Steven reassured his dad.

"Thanks, kiddo." Greg thanked as he smiled at his son.

Soon, a large yellow bus stops in front of the car wash.

"Looks like someone's compensating." Y/n told with a chuckle as Greg was quick to pick up a nearby water hose, and sponge.

"Let's hope they don't know about the free wax!" Greg grinned as he stepped closer to the bus.

A middle-aged man, sporting an expensive and exquisite outfit, stepped out of the bus.

"Marty?" Greg said in disbelief.

"You mean your rotten old manager? I'll protect you, Dad!" Steven gasped as he stepped in front of Greg.

"Eh, I wouldn't worry. He's got a hose." Y/n chuckled as he moved to the other side of Greg.

"So..." Marty started with a chuckle. "This is where you work now, Star Child? A rundown old car wash? Guess the music biz wasn't as good to you as it's been to me." He glanced back at his shiny bus.

"Uh, hey, Marty. Long time, no see. This is my son, Steven." Greg introduced.

"Woah! Guess I'll call you Star Child Jr." Marty laughed as he looked at Steven, blinding him with all the shiny things on his face. "And who's this beast of a man, looks like someone's roadie."