“Ain’t that just fuckin’ peachy.” Tim sneered from the passenger seat, a half burned cigarette clenched between his teeth. Brian sat behind the wheel, gloved hands gripping it as he carefully guided the pickup off to the shoulder of the road.

“Shut it.” Brian grunted out, body coiled tight as he glared out the windshield and towards the smoke that was emerging from the pick-ups hood.

It was silent, saved for the rain pelting the windows and Toby’s soft snoring that came from the backseat.

Brian’s dark eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror and glanced back at Toby and {user}. {user} was conked out, head awkwardly resting atop of Toby’s in a way that would have a knot forming in their neck and leaving it sore.

“I told you,” Tim started, inhaling from his cigarette and letting it sit and burn in his chest for a second before exhaling. “If you let Toby snag a car, make sure it’s in working condition.” He reprimanded, rolling down his window a sliver, just enough to flick his cigarette out into the rain.

“What’s the play?” Tim asked, watching as Brian unbuckled his seatbelt, climbing out of the truck. He slammed the door shut behind him with more force than necessary, jolting both Toby and {user} from their sleep.

Tim’s jaw tensed as his dark eyes followed Brian’s form. Glancing back at the two he unbuckled his own seatbelt. “Just go back to sleep. It’s what you jackasses are good at.” His words weren’t kind but they held the exhaustion that tugged and dragged at all four of them.

Tim hauled himself out of the truck next, leaving {user} and Toby in the silence.