Who's that dude?

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"You knows what, I'll drive.." Yancy said. You were very hesitant at first. Yancy has proven himself to be wreak lass before. He sure as hell will be wreck less again. "Please... I knows a short cut to my uh.. frens places." You stifle a response for a few seconds but finally shake your head yes. Yancy quicky hops in the drivers seat and begins to drive. There's silence for a bit as you two drive. Finally, Yancy breaks the looming silence. "Yous should rest.. I'm sure yous tired...". He has such a sad expression that it feels downright wrong to refuse. You sigh and close your eyes. The strain of the past hour's hecticness puts you right to sleep.
When Yancy wakes you up, bright sunlight hits your eyes, you must have slept through the entire night. You have no clue how far Yancy drove from the prison as you slept. As your eyes adjusted, you see you two have reached yet another shady spot. This time, a weird-warehouse. Yancy grips tight on the steering wheel, "Wes here." As you step out of the car last nights adrenaline finally lifts. You ask Yancy where you are. "Wes at the house of that 'friends' house I was telling you about" he did air quotes when he said friend. He obviously didn't like him. "Wells um.. ladies first? He gives a small smile." You almost laugh, but choose a small stare instead and clime our the car."
            Well well, look who's here! My good pal Yancy! Welcome home buddy. Yancy grimaces as the pink polkadot figure stands before you.

Authors note:
Woah I wonder who it its... See y'all next week
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