Van: youre not worth it…and me killing you would just be more ***** for that kid to deal with today.

Shane turned around to see Dash walking slowly towards them with her head down. She looked tired and out of breath. Shane went to walk over, but Van shoved her against the wall while walking past her to recover Dash. Shane turned and walked away to go meet James out front.

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Shane jogged down the steps and sat on the curb. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long slow drag. She laid dawn, with her back on the warm cement, staring up at the pale pink sky. As she placed her hands behind her head to dull the pain of the lump in her head, she heard the most obnoxious dance music she ever heard coming from down the street. She shook her head as the music stopped in front of her.

Shane sat up to see James dancing in the front seat with Lara, who looked over at Shane with a mortified look on her face. Shane stood up and walked over to the truck, stomping out her cigarette on the way. When she opened the door the music blared even louder, and when James saw the look on her face, he turned the music down.

Van: Hey there Obi One…wheres young Skywalker?

Shane stood with a blank expression on her face and turned to Lara.

Lara: Is Dash coming?

Shane shook her head and climbed up into the truck.

Lara: Shane…you okay?

Shane shrugged and closed the door.

James: Oh hey theres Master Luke!

The three looked up to see Dash emerge from the church with Van walking next to her. He picked her up and jogged down the steps to meet the truck. Shane hung her head low and got out of the truck. She opened the side door to the crew cab and climbed into the back. Van sat Dash in the front seat next to Lara and helped her with her seatbelt.

James: And who is our friend?

James looked Van up and down with an obvious lack of discretion. Van stared him down and closed the door to the truck without answering. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pen.
A smile came on James face when he saw Van pull out the pen in hopes of getting the bruting young mans number. Van took Dashs hand and scribbled something on Dashs arm and walked away from the truck. James pouted and put the car in drive. Dash looked down at her arm to read VAN @ rectory 867-5309 call for ANYTHING even to talk. Dash smiled to herself. She couldnt help but laugh since he managed to take up her whole forearm with his open invitation.