Rules Of Different Games

Chapter 20- Bad Enough

Dru Brown

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"Ellie, you go up to the ranch and make sure they don't kill each other. I'll stay here to talk to Ryan." Ryan Smith was the tow truck driver and took over from where the fire department ended their job.

"Alright, dude, this is going to start a whole new slew of problems. That's Ruthie's baby." Ellie shook her head, driving Devan's suv through the orchard to get to the house. Devan stayed back with me to assess the damage.

"How is it, Ryan? I don't care if I have to pay for the whole thing to be rebuilt. I'll pay whatever it takes." I told him with worry.

"I know she lives to pay for this beast, but Drusilla, it's done. I've rebuilt it three times now. Just go to Clairmont and buy a new one. Devan's dad will help get ya whatever you need." Ryan nodded to Devan.

"It is so fucking weird how everyone we know knows us, but we've never met." I said to Devan getting in the tow truck. She crammed in beside me and smiled softly. I liked this smile.

"Yes. But it makes sense. I went to a boarding school for the most part. I think that's why I don't register with some of the younger folks. But Ryan is right. My dad does own the car lot. We can get her a truck right now if we really wanted."

"Let's do it." I said with a smile.

"Uh. So that's the second time someone called you Drusilla. Is that your real name?"

I rolled my eyes. "My mom and dad are old. Like they are both in their late 70's. They had me when my mom was 54. At the time my dad and her's favorite show was Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Drusilla is the only name they agreed on."

Devan laughed hard enough that I thought she would die. Well, that was rude. But I liked her laugh enough to let her and Ryan both make fun of me. It is a funny name. I can admit that.

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A few hours later we were back at the ranch in a used 2018 red f150. About 50 years newer than Ruthie was used too, but not brand new so I wouldn't get killed by Ruthie for going over the top. Miranda, George and Jackson were on the front porch in their costumes already and damn if I didn't get a shot of Miranda's vag. I wanted to die and focused on the ground.

"Where is twin 1?" I asked her.

"Her room. She's sulking, Ryan says her trucks totalled." George told me. His voice was sad like someone had died.

Tommy and Earl came out to the porch dressed to the nines in suits and smiled at me and Devan. I turned red because damn Tommy was handsome.

"Can you believe it, Dru? Randa killed the old girl. Aren't you sad? That truck holds your first kiss." Early was trying to tease me.

I smiled, remembering that day and the many that followed. "Yeah. I remember. Don't you old folks worry. I bought her a new one. She'll be alright." I pointed to the truck in the driveway, and all of them nodded with pleasantries.

"You're a good man, Charlie Brown." Early nodded, then he glared at Devan.

"Taylor, I'm sorry about what happened, my dearest." He hugged her lightly. "Go change you two. I can't wait to see you guys in suits."

"That is sexist, Early. What if I'm going to wear a sexy nurse costume?" Devan blinked at him.

"Are you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

She shook her head no. "No. But I could."

"I'd pay to see it." Miranda said from her perch on her wicker chair. She was wearing a yellow wig with her weird glitter pasties, and I couldn't look at her anymore. I chuckled, walking into the house, pulling Devan behind me.