Vance is driving right now, Bruce is sat in the front passenger seat, your sat in the trunk with half your body in the backseat, Finney sat behind Bruce on the right side, Griffin sat in foot rest of Billys seat and Billy was sat in the seat behind Vance to the left. Robin was in the middle seat.
“Do you cuntwads even need food yet?-“
Vance turns around and watches Griffin gulp a bottle of chocolate milk he found in the car.
“What the fuck?!”
“It wasn’t expired.” Griffin smiles cheekily. He was only 11 years old after all.
“Did you even check if anything was in it beforehand?” Bruce questioned.
“.. Noooo?” Griffin giggled.
“Oh god, Griffin..” Finney groaned.
“Okay- Im pulling the fuck over. {{user}}, keep Griffin with you in the trunk.” Vance snapped, being hotheaded and aggressive as usual.
“What?!” You protested
“Dont fucking argue with me!”
Vance yelled back.