𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈.

    Tabitha is the one to drive the white van to the unexpected stop. Lincoln sits on the passenger side to keep away from all the sweaty middle aged men in the back. Every now and then she'd look in the drivers mirror only to see Jerome being squished between Dobkins and Helzinger.

    "Jesus, can't you two give me some damn room," Jerome complains unbuckling his seatbelt. He hunches over and makes how way up to Barbra and get in her face. "Hey, Angle Face. Mind sharing a seat with me?" Before she could answer he climbs over the arm rest and into the blonde's lap.

She sighs and makes a final agreement with the ginger when they're both comfortable. Barbra wraps her arms around his waist and presses her head against his back. Jerome leans back so his head rested on the chairs head rest.

Lincoln opens her eyes and rests her chin on his shoulder. She looks at the strands of hair on the back of his head, then his neck. She had an idea. The blonde starts behind his ear then left a necklace of kisses on the back of his neck.

The ginger turns his head and glares at her from the corner of his right eye. Barbra smiles into the back of his shoulder. She couldn't help but love teasing him. In his eyes he hated it.

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    "Here's your stop." Tabitha brings the van to a speedy halt. Jerome hits his hands on the dash when flying forward. He looks over at the raven haired women and gives her a disgusted glare. She raises a brow in curiosity, she has a small smirk on her lips, but he pays no attention to it.

Barbra gets the annoyed gingers attention by bouncing up and down in her seat. She wants him off her lap. He sighs heavily and opens the door. Once he's quite a ways away from the car, Barbra jumps on his back.
    "No time for messing around, Barb." Tabitha says strictly.

Barbra unravels her legs from around his waist and sinks down to the blacktop. Tabitha didn't break character, a little nod toward the van door makes Barbra look inside the vehicle. She smacks her head childishly forgetting the shotgun.

    "Got it!" The blonde says, dark laughter flooding from her lips afterward.
    "The five of you will take this truck full of gasoline, you'll decide what to do with it once you're in town." says Tabitha pointing at the red truck.
    "Sooounds good, Tabs." Jerome says.

Helzinger hops into the drivers seat. Jerome got in on the other side, taking the middle. Greenwood cut in front of Barbra and takes the seat next to Jerome, the passengers seat. Barbra grabs him by the back of the collar and throws him out of the truck.
    She clears her throat and blows a raspberry at him and with violent words she says, "I don't think so pal. I'd rather watch you get decapitated by a road sign than have you sit in the passengers seat."

A light goes off in her brain. She looks at Jerome, as if she could sense it, he has an ear to ear grin on his face. She knows exactly what he was going to say.
    "That sorta rhymed! Now hop on up and take your rightful seat my love."

Barbra smiles and takes the spot. The blonde slams the door in Greenwood's face. She stuck out her tongue, he gives her the middle finger. She gives it back. Helzinger starts the engine and drives off. Before Barbra could get a chance to say goodbye to Tabitha she was already gone.

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    The five of them have been sitting around for a while. Jerome's feet rest on the dash and Barbra's rest on top of them. Helzinger never once let go of the steering wheel. His gorilla like hands grip so tightly around the black leathered wheel that it would take some butter and a spatula to remove them.