Escape

Piss Stop

"Another!"

"Stealing two cases of your dads beer is pretty risky."

"See that's why you're in the back seat, Ash."

"Shut up!"

"Front seats are reserved for badasses like my man here Dave!"

"You tell her, Ben!"

"Kiss ass," Ash hissed from the back seat of my car, tossing a cold one in my waiting hand.

Dave and Ash are my only friends in this small town. By the way I live in a small town named Hope. At first it was just me and Dave, until Ash decided to try and mug us one day, but that's another story.

"Ash, Dave, I just wanna make a toast to the only two things that count in this world," I announced, holding up my beer can and they did as well. "A toast! To beer and my dad's sweet ass car!"

"Jackass!" they both spat at me and tossed their cans at my head.

"What? I was gonna mention you guys....eventually."

"Yeah right. You know you're nothing without us," Ash stated, setting her feet between the driver's and passenger's seat, then slouching in the back with a fresh beer in hand.

"Well I'm nothing without Dave. I could stand to lose you."

"Come on, Ben, she's fun and pretty badass. Remember when she knocked that cop out so we didn't get a speeding ticket?"

"Tire iron right from behind," I mumbled with a traumatic tone.

"And the time I removed that huge python from the store?"

"Tire iron right from behind," I said with the same tone. You thought she had removed it, but in fact she crushed it's head and waved the body around and wore it like a scarf. Unfortunately she misplaced it an hour later.

"And the time I found a the rotting python in the store?"

"That's cause you hid it and forgot where you left it. Until the boss got tired of the smell and had us call you to find it," Dave said with disgust.

"Hey I still think I got it in here!"

"No!" we both yelled.

"Joking!" she rebutted a little too unsure.

We drove for a little while more. Our Friday nights were just us, our favorite type of booze- free/stolen, and the godawful, shit radio station. But to us, it was bliss. Not a Friday goes by without us breaking laws. Saturdays we're spent getting the bitter end of the shit shovel from my dad, regretful hangovers, bothering Dave at work, then finally lawn chair drinking at Ash's. Before that we'd bum around Dave's work drinking. Dave works for my dad at an auto shop. I used to pal around there, trolling the staff and posing as a customer. Yep. I had nothing better to do. And no, Dave doesn't hang around me for leeching purposes. He's the only one who enjoyed my trolling. Then we started hanging out after running into him in public. Literally running into him once. Then he found out I'm the boss's son, which changed nothing.

The story of how he found out is funny. He actually got me a job there and I played the idiot, thinking how cool it'll be to work with my best amigo. Until I realized working was hell. He told me to shape up cause the boss was coming. I didn't and my dad was like, "Who put this clown in a uniform?" and we had a back and forth until he threw me out the store. Literally pulled me from behind the counter, purposefully ran me across the display walls, pulled back to the counter just to run me across a display he hated, then finally out the door. Everyone was obviously shocked. I was like, "Fuck you!" and He rebutted with, "Hey, Fuck you too...also ask your mother what's for dinner. I don't want chicken though". I casually walked away and yelled, "alright, dad".