Your shoulders

All Hail Abraham Lincoln?

Tw non consensual drug use, very questionable themes and setting!!

Eric noticed Jack having a hard time sitting still on his way to chubbies. Eric was a little jitterbug but Jack was shifting around for about half an hour now which was seriously distracting while trying to catch some z's. The trip to the beach was no joke - Eric would know - he had driven them there. And he could understand the exhaustive nature behind driving an hour an thirty back home especially as dusk turn to night. Eric let out a short whistle whilst he shook his head "You've got it bad man.."

Jack's eyebrows sewn together briefly while his eyes stayed bored to the road ahead. He didn't bother to actually respond with anything further than a confused grunt. "That's a serious case of ants in your pants, Jack. You've got about four seconds to live before I throw you out the window."

"Sand." Jack corrected briefly "but thats not the problem. Ive had to pee for the last 20 or so minutes and theres no rest stop for another.. duh- 30 minutes?" Eric pulled his face back "no problem dude just pull over and go" he stated, simple as that. He waited a few seconds for him to pull over but noticed Jack was cruising the same speed with obviously no intention of pulling over. "What're you scared?" Eric noticed Jack's rigid grip on the steering wheel and clenched jaw and knew he was getting somewhere; to the truth or maybe even a telephone pole but that was all dependent on Jack's mood. "Don't be such a potty princess and pullover for Christ's sake."

His face went red as he stood on the brake sending Eric's face towards the dashboard. "How's that for potty princess?" Jack felt satisfied with his revenge especially after hearing the dull thud. "Makes for a naughty princess" Eric groaned while rubbing the print the pleated leather left on his forehead. With that Jack unclipped his seatbelt and walked out behind a tree in total darkness. Soon after unzipping his pants the sound of his squeaky window could be heard rolling down. "I SEE LONDON I SEE FRANCE I SEE JACKIE'S UNDERPANTS!!" Eric shouted from the window, maniacal laughter followed the childish nursery rhyme. "God damnit" muttered Jack. He wrestled his zipper before climbing up the small incline.

"You're such a tool!" He punctuated by slamming his door. Eric let out a few giggles "it's no biggie no ones even here". Oh god I gotta get outa here. Jack turned the ignition only to be met with stuttering. "Uh oh." Eric stopped laughing at that and looked at him with eyes shifting nervously. "What happened, potty princess?" Jack ignored him in exchange of turning the key over.. And over... And over.... And again.. And again... And again.... He was met with the same stutter and stall before the fourth time he'd heard nothing but clicking. Ok think Jack, you're in the middle of nowhere an hour from home, several miles from the next phone, no one knows where you are, its dark out, the last proof of the living besides Eric's obnoxious chatter was a howl from a mysterious animal you heard while taking a piss, and the car's dead.

Fear quickly turned to white-hot rage as it began bubbling up in his chest. Jack pulled out the key and with fervor began jamming the key into the fucking stupid ignition switch- son of a bitch! "Jack stop!" Eric yelped - fear filling his eyes as he pulled himself to the corner furthest from Jack. It wasn't long before Jack dropped the key and began taking his frustration out on the horn; letting it beep beep beep as he slammed his fists upon it like a tall child. Savage grunts between a string of unintelligible curse words fell from his clenched teeth.

Suddenly, pulling him by the reigns, was grounding pressure on either sides of his face from a pair of soft hands - okay well maybe a little sweaty but never mind that because sweaty or not it bled him free of hysteria and restored calm. Maybe not entirely but it made calm feel like a possibility not far out of reach. The hand guided him to evocative eye contact with Eric, the few seconds spent trying to regain poise was enough to make him uncomfortable with the eye contact.