Free Headless by Robert Thompson Page B

“Dude if you get pulled over, we're fucked,” Jackie yells from the back.
         Dougie shrugs at this notion.
         “Wont your cousin or whoever get mad if we have his van, and expensive baseball bat dildos smelling like weed?” Kat leans forward, talking to Dougie.
         “As opposed to the ass and lube it usually smells like in here? I'm not sweating it. Few minutes driving with the windows down and some air freshener and it'll be all good.”
         “Fair enough,” she nods, sitting back. Jackie extends a joint to her and she takes a hit.
         Amir leans in to her, nudging her with his shoulder. She smiles at him, and playfully nudges him back. “Thanks for inviting me,” he says, leaning closer to her.
         “You're welcome, I'm glad you could come.”
         “I'm sure she'll have you coming more than once tonight,” Jackie quipped, making half the van laugh. Katerina kicks her friend across the van, who grabs her leg in pain. “Asshole!”
         Amir laughs at this back and forth. He catches Kat looking back at him, and grins at her. She really was lovely to him. Kat bit her bottom lip, returning a half grin. She loved his overly white smile, and his habit of avoiding the banter the rest of them joined in on. Of course, she knew he had the same thoughts and ideas any warm-blooded man would, but he wasn't crass, and he wasn't rude. That was hard to come by these days.
         “So where the fuck is this place?” Sam yelled from the very back of the van.
         “I don’t know, GPS hasn't said anything in a while,” Dougie notes. He picks up his phone and checks it out. After a moment of trying to sort it out while looking back and forth between the road and the screen, he shakes his head. “Mother fucker...”
         “What's the problem?” Caleb looks over at his pal.
         “The fucking thing quit working. I need to get some gas anyways, I'll pull off at the next exit and we can ask there.”
         “A man willing to ask for directions? I can't believe it,” Sam snidely remarks from the back of the van.
         Dougie throws her a middle finger over his shoulder. Danny cracks open his bag, and pulls out a small baggy of cocaine. He uses the longer nail on his pinky finger to take a bump from it, and snorts it hard, his face twitching a couple times as it hits him. He holds up the bag, looking around.
         “Anyone want some?” Danny asks. Katerina, Amir and Tina respond in the negative. But Caleb reaches back, grabbing the bag from Danny, over his shoulder. “Ow. Fucker.”
         “Chill the fuck out,” Caleb scoffs, taking his keys from his pocket, and using a small one to take a bump from the baggy.
         He passes it back, and Jackie uses her nails to take a bump in each nostril. She rubs her nose afterward, looking like she's going to sneeze, but it passes, and Sam takes it from her. Sam had already taken a dollar bill from her pocket, and rolled it up. She jumps up from her seat and turns, dropping a bit of the white powder on the seat. She leans down and takes a quick, deep snort, dragging the bill along the cocaine.
         As Sam leans back, she extends it out to Harold, and he giddily accepts it. Dougie hits a bump in the road, though and Harold loses his grip on the bag, bouncing it around a couple times, before he spills it all over the place.
         “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” He looks up to find the rest of the van staring at him. Danny looks particularly perturbed. “Heh. My bad.”
         With great speed, Danny lashes out at Harold, striking him across the face with a hard left. Caleb reaches back to put a hand between them, and Amir helps as well. The girls watch and cheer on the violence, except for Katerina, who also tries to get in between the two.
         “I'm going to fucking kill you!” Danny screams.
         “It was an accident!” Harold retorts.
         Harold scratches in