【ωαяиιиg】: Excessive Swearing, Excessive use of the word "Fuck(ing)", Men
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Tim stares longingly at the items on the counter, watching in silent horror and defeat as the cashier continues to scan them at an extremely slow rate. The reason for this being:
"That's why I think it's sooo important to invest in gold, you know? I mean, come on! You mean to tell me that it wouldn't be sick as fuck if we just went back to Gold and Silver pieces instead of dollars?" The cashier babbles on, "Maybe we should just go back to using Copper pieces too, you know?
"...Gold. Silver, and Copper pieces?" Tim has a dead look in his eyes, "Like in Dungeons and Dragons?"
"OH, MY GOD! SO YOU PLAY IT, TOO?!"
Ohhh, he regrets asking.
"No, I ju-"
"-My favorite class is usually a Wizard 'cause they can be so broken if you build them right! Chronurgy is my go-to if I wanna have that OP build, but if I'm feeling a little silly, then you'll catch me using the Bladesinger subclass."
Tim wants to cry.
It's been a long 4-hour drive so far, and they still haven't left the state of California. From what he discussed with EJ and Ticci Toby, they should stop in Washington for the time being and go from there. Really, the drive all the way to Washington will take over 15 hours. That's IF they take no stops and traffic is ideal. Most likely, they will need to take multiple stops in just California alone.
Surprising both him and Ticci Toby, EJ is the one to inform them that getting from where they were in Visalia to Crescent City alone will take them almost 9 hours (again, without stops). Apparently, EJ traveled a lot a while ago, so while his memory isn't perfect, he can at least remember which ideal routes to take to Washington.
Tim wonders just how old EJ is...
Anyway, they've stopped in Lincoln to refill on gas and some snacks since Ben's bitch ass wouldn't stop bitching about Hot Cheeto Puffs, Jeff wanted a cold Coca-Cola, and Ticci Toby was craving some peanuts. You were rightfully annoyed with them because they did ransack your apartment for non-perishable foods and yet they didn't want to eat any of it.
Tim wanted to get in a good stretch break too as well as pick up a few last-minute things, but now he was in agony because this fucking cashier–his name tag wasn't even on right–has been yapping for a solid 15 minutes.
He barely scanned the 2nd item...
T̶i̶m̶ Masky wonders if he can get away with slitting this dude's throat really quickly-
"Tim! What the fuck is taking you so long!?"
Saved by the fucking bell, you come into the store with a scowl on your pretty face. You march up to the register like a sassy bitch, pointing accusingly at the brunette.
"Don't forget you're the only one who can drive us! If it weren't for that fact, we would've left your ass behind!" Your gaze quickly changes to the cashier, "And you! Don't think you're off the hook just because you're a worker! I'll yell at you too, I don't care!"
The cashier starts scanning the items faster, avoiding eye contact with you. You lean in closer to read his name tag.
"Cooper. Fucking Cooper. So, that's you're fucking name? And you think with a name like that, you can hold us up?"
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