UN LUCKY

Chapter 3: DANGEROUS

"That's nasty as shit.! Why you got to do that!?" Trey snapped. He glared at the dangerously skinny man who was flicking his tongue like a snake repeatedly over the tip of the bullet.
Spider paused looking over at Trey with a grin that exposed the empty gap where his front teeth should have been. "Makes the bullet find it's mark".
Spider wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Besides which, his logic usually got him screwed raw. And he had a prison sheet that was so long that it needed to be continued in the sequel. His only claim to fame was that he had been locked up for over half of his 25 years of life.
Trey knew that someday Spider was doing to drag him right along to jail with him.It wasn't a matter of if, but when. It was inevitable.
"We ain't going hunting...and anyway its just for show...got that?" Driving his hand through his soft long black locks in frustration. Gracefully it spilled back down past his shoulders with silken ease.
Spider grunted that deep trademark sound of his that meant that 'he understood, but was going to do as he damned well pleased just the same.'
Julian could only shake his head while grabbing his warm beer off of the milk crate that served as a coffee table. He let several gulps of the bitter liquid slide down his throat, and wash over his parched insides.

For the millionth time he questioned his loyalty towards Spider. Fifteen years of friendship was a hard habit to break.
Spider was a lot of things. Most of which were hard to take. He was a big screw up and could be cold blooded at times. Mix in selfish and the fact that he wasn't one to put hygiene on his list of priorities . Made for an impressive list of negative.
On the other hand, no one was perfect and Trey was not the man to throw shade on Spider. He kind of owed him. The smallest of reasons being that he was loyal to a fault.
Spider had never said no to him, not once, or ghosted Trey when he needed him. The bottom line was that the man would, take a bullet for Trey. Had done just that, on more than one ocassion.
Trey pulled out a cigarette to soothe his blunt edges. Then let his tall frame crumble down onto the ratty couch.  It squealed in protest of the added weight.
Spider refocused his full attention on the task of licking each shard of lead before loading it into the revolver . It was almost comical how he was practically making love to the ammunition prompting Trey to bite back a laugh. He didn't know which was more insane, the fact that this grown ass man was licking bullets or that he actually believed that this ritual would perfect his aim.

Treynum sucked down one and a half cigarettes while eyeing his best friend doing something that could very easily get them both killed or perhaps even worse, locked up. Trey could not be in prison. He was certain that he would not survive being locked up like a wild animal.  His freedom was the only thing that he really owned in the world.
When he couldn't stand the wait any longer he hopped up like a shot
"Let's get the hell out of here."
It was official Trey was scared. Not just any old scared...scared shitless. Something wasn't right. He just couldn't put his finger on it. Wasnt able to shake the restless nervous sensation in the pit of his gut. They had done this so many times that he could do it in his sleep. Blind folded even. So why in the hell did he feel like this was going to be anything but smooth sailing?