Erin smirked as the neighbors bitched at him. "Turn that music down! Whore yourself somewhere else!" Erin yelled back "really? I saw your husband askin' one of my hooker friends for a hook up. You might wanna go get him checked. No wonder he doesn't want to hear a whiny nag in bed." She hurriedly hopped into the passenger side and laughed. "Oh god! That was hilarious! Nice one, man!"
"I dunno what was better, the smack talk you just laid them out with, or the music I was playing," He said playfully to her. Pulling forward, he flipped off her neighbors, as they made a few more gestures towards his car. "But he actually tried that? What a sicko," He said, shaking his head. "How're you though, Erin?" He asked her, driving some more, "You know who else we're picking up? I'm waiting for texts to come in, before we head out anywhere else," He said. "Text someone and see who else we're pickin up?" He asked.
"Jeez. Some one's a ball of energy." She teased. "Nope. Got no clue. All I know is that I'm gonna partah! Now, I have been great. As you could tell by the neighbors, I have been making a lot of fun racket." She smirked. "Not that kind. I've had my ex boyfriend play me a few songs. It was fun."
"Fucking a man." said Eric as he pulled his phone out and sent a text to LANCE, Dude..where are you?..I been waiting like a hour.
He pulled another cigarette from the pack and lit up, as one of the motel doors opened, and a heavyset mexican walked out.
"Que pasa... Pedro." mumbled Eric as he took a drag, watching the heavyset mexican light up a cigar, who only grunted and nodded back in reply.
Kendrick was going to play with her words as she said she was making racket, but she defended her words, protecting her from the teasing that was almost imminent if she didn't protect herself like she did. "You still hang with your ex? I find it awkward hanging with mine," He said, shrugging his shoulders as they took a corner, heading down a street. He grabbed his phone, and flipped it open, sending a text to the other driver, Lance. 'Hey Lance, you know who else I'm pickin up? I've only grabbed Erin so far,' He sent the text, and put it down.
As Lance waited for Malcolm to get in, his phone vibrated as he got a text from Peyton. He chuckled a bit at his "I'm all yours cutie" comment. Peyton was really attractive, but of course he couldn't admit that and had to play it like he was just the open-minded southern boy that accepted everyone. It was so hard for Lance to hide his true feelings. He texted him back saying Just hold tight, fairy ;) and sent it. A lot of the guys called him Fairy, but it wasn't in the hateful way. They all called each other names but it was all in fun. When he was about to set his phone down, it vibrated again. "Shit, I'm in fuckin' demand today." He unlocked it and saw it was from Eric. He texted back I have like 2 more people to pick up. Calm your fuckin' tits bro :P and sent it. Lance practically shouted when he got another text, this time from Kendrick. As far as I know, I don't think there's anymore people. I have 3 more people I'm pickin' up. Lance sent the message.
Peyton picked up his phone once again, hearing his phone vibrating beside him. He brought his attention down to the device in his hand and slid his finger across the screen to unlock it, reading Lance's text. He couldn't help but laugh at his reply. "Fairy, huh?" He said to himself, smiling from ear to ear. It wasn't uncommon for him to get names like that, but it didn't bother him. He had an enitre list, but strangly enough mostly all fairytale creatures. Unicorn, Fairy, Queen, and Butt Pirate... to name a few. Peyton laughed and just shook his head. Just hurry your butt up, Playa. :) He typed into his phone and sent it. He placed his phone back down, turning his attention over to his window. He let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, getting impatient.
Eric tossed the cig with the others piling up on the lot, glancing back at Pedro for a second as the heavyset man called him over.
"Going on a trip?" asked Pedro as he took a swig from the bottle of tequila.
"Yeah, something like that...with some friends." replied Eric as held his hand up and passed on sharing the bottle of tequila.
"Hmm, you wanna buy party supplies?" asked Pedro with a toothy grin.
"Would these party supplies be illegal?" Eric asked in return, as Pedro's smile became a frown.
""I only sell for medicinal purposes only." said Pedro as his smile came back across his face.
"How much?" asked Eric as he dug into his back pocket for his wallet.
"For you?...eh..half price, sixty." replied Pedro, as he opened the secret compartment on his guitar, and pulled a leafy substance in a bag from it.
Eric handed him the money and stuffed the bag down the front of his pants, "Gracious"
Malcolm was finishing reading the sentence in the book when suddenly a brand new Range Rover pulled right in front of him. Malcolm, a muscular guy with a beard and old-school English Sir mustaches, looked up at the vehicle. After the driver of the Rover horned it was obvious that it's Lance. Malcolm dropped the book back in the bag, closed it and picked it up from the ground. He stood up and went to a car, opened the doors and sat in the back. "Hey" he said to Lance and some girl sitting in the passengers seat. He closed the doors and moved a bit more inside the car. "I am Malcolm!" he said introducing himself to these two "Thanks for picking me up and letting me join you on this trip." Malcolm was being polite and trying not too look as the weird guy but with style like Malcolm it was hard to not to do. He didn't look even close to other guys in his age. "Are we the only ones going on this trip?" he asked.
Lance glanced up and saw Malcolm load his things in the back and got in, him driving off immediately so he could hurry and pick up the others. The constant texting was already getting on his nerves. "Hey, buddy what's up! I'm Lance and this here next to me is Charlotte." Lance's eyes almost bulged when he saw the size of him. He was really huge. They could use someone like him on the team. "It's not a problem! And we have a few more people coming so you're gonna have some company back there." Sighing, he turned the wheel and sped down the street. Next up was Anna. At the stop light, he texted her really quick letting her know that he was on his way. "So dude, have you ever tried playing football? You'd be a fuckin' beast bro."