𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒| Stanley Barber

three.

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"This is where you work? Do you hate it?" Esme asked as she bounced around the bowling alley, nodding along to whatever song she heard in the background.

"I don't hate it, do you hate it?" He asked as she looked over, watching at he sprayed things into the shoes.

"Do I hate it? No way, this is great. I'm having fun dude, I can get my groove on." she announced to him while doing some odd dance move as he laughed before Syd walked in.

"Oh, hey Syd." he smiled at her as Esmes eyes lit up while bounced over to her.

"Sydney! My darling, how are you today?" Esme asked in a terrible british accent, spinning the redhead around.

"Woah, look at you." Syd said with a laugh as she watched Esme dance around without a single care in the world.

"I need your car. Not for long, just like a hour." Syd said as she looked to Stan now over the counter. Esme giggled at her worlds, twirling over to add to the trio.

"Are you kidding? My dad would murder me, he doesn't even know I drive that piece of shit around." Stan said with a laugh as Esme threw her gum wrapper at him.

"Don't be mean, it's a great radio." she argued as he threw his hands up in surrender quickly.

"Do you even have a license?" Stan asked as Syd gave a awkward look, looking to Esme, who had jumped up to sit on the counter by now.

"Course I do." she lied through her teeth, being absolutely horrible at it.

"Okay, let me see it." Stan said again while Syd looked between the two before she glared quickly.

"You know what, forget it." Syd said as she went to walk away, alarming Esme quickly.

"Wait Syd! Don't leave me!" Esme said as she jumped off the counter, running and hopping on the redheads back as she stumbled but kept them up straight.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! It's fine, totally fine. I've got this, but i'm driving." Stan said, stopping the two as he announced to his boss he was taking a break before they hurried off two the car.

"Great shoulders you have here, Sydney that prefers Syd. You know my Dads say woman with strong shoulders are more likely to succeed in independence. Going back to the zombie apocalypse, no way would all of us making it but you! You'd clearly be the last one, covering in blood and guts and waving the head of a vicious created around yelling about how you now rule the word. Obviously after that you'd have to reproduce because everyone else is dead, and that would later on lead to incest, which we don't want but-" Esme began to go off, being cut off as Syd opened the back door and motioned for her to get inside before she jumped into the front.

As the ride went on, Esme had flipped her body so her legs were hanging over the backseat and her head rested off of it, saying screw seatbelts the second she got in the car. She was silent, humming the lyrics to the song she'd heard at Stans job while making shapes with her hands in the sun.

"Hey um, do you guys see that tower over there? It's been there since eighteen ninety something, story goes that a hundred men died building it." Stan said as Esme sat up right again while looking out the window quickly.

"There's no way it took one hundred men to build that piece of shit." Syd said while she looked out at the smudged window.

"Okay it was probably more like five but my great-great-great-great granddad was one of them. He was not great, now that I think of it every Barber male tends to be shithead so I guess it's up to me to redeem the good ol family name." Stan said as Esme bit the inside of her mouth and nodded her head.

"Don't worry about it man, your great great great great grandkids will think you were fucking awesome." Esme said from the backseat as Stan looked into the mirror and gave her a smile.

"I've never seen your Dad, like ever." Syd said as she turned to look at Stan slightly.

"He drives a eighteen wheeler like twenty eight days a month, my life is way better when he's not around. Wish he'd just stay gone, you know?" Stan asked before he realized what he said and looked to Syd with a panicked look.

"Oh I didn't- I didn't mean to like-" he began, cutting himself off after becoming lost of words now.

"It doesn't bother me." Syd mumbled as it fell silent again, up to Esme to stop it from becoming awkward.

"Do you know most eighteen wheeler drives end up being pedophiles? Is that why you hate your Dad so much?" Esme asked, getting a snort from Stan and she even saw Syd hid a laugh.

"No, nope that's not it. Good answer though, I dig it." he answered her way while pulling up into a smaller alley way.

"This is the grocery store? Just when I though this town was bummer city enough." Esme commented while looking out the window.

"It's not the grocery store, I just need to drop something off real quick." he said with a grin and jumping out of the car before hurrying over to a man near a car. Esme and Syd watched closely as he handed something off, getting a wade of cash in return.

"Holy shit." Esme and Syd said at once while watched him do so, coming back to the car and starting it up again.

"What are you? Like a drug dealer or something?" Syd asked with a small chuckle after they got down the road again.

"If he says yes i'm gonna slap myself for judging a book by its cover." Esme spoke up as Stan cracked a grin at both their words.

"I have clients." he said as Esme sighed loudly before the loud sound of a slap was heard from the car as the two turned around quickly to her, seeing as she was holding her face in pain.

"Ow, why'd you have to say that Stan?" Esme asked him as if it was his fault, getting a loud laugh from Sydney as Stan chuckled and turned back to the road.

"How many?" Syd asked again, looking at Stan with curious eyes as he pretended to think for a moment.

"Four, technically ones my cousin." he said as Syd looked back at Esme with a crazy grin as she gave one back just as they pulled into the grocery store.

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someone tell esme to marry me