"You're hungry?" Barty considered it, then shrugged. "Come with me. You can be my dinner company." Why not? He was a cute boy, even with the swelling and he blood on his face. Anyway, he'd earned himself a treat.
He spotted what he wanted and suddenly, without warning, stepped put onto the road. The driver of the car he'd walked in front of had time to hit the breaks and Barty simply looked at him, waiting.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" That would be the driver, who had made his window come down to yell at him.
Barty was unimpressed, obviously. "Don't yell." He didn't care for it. "Get out of the car. Your date too. You two can walk."
The car was nice, sleek and expensive. The guy was fat and balding and the woman next to him wasn't dressed anywhere near expensive enough to be his wife. Had to be a mistress. Either way, she looked confused when her date got out of the car as instructed and then walked around to open her door, pulling her out as well.
"What's going on?" She looked from the man to Barty, blinking her stupid fake lashes. Always grossed him out.
"Walk home, both of you. And take those lashes off, they look ridiculous."
They already started walking, the woman while trying to get her lashes off, even though they were glued on and it was clearly painful to do it like that. Barty didn't care, he just walked up to the driver's side of the car, nodding at Bill. "Get in."
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He spotted what he wanted and suddenly, without warning, stepped put onto the road. The driver of the car he'd walked in front of had time to hit the breaks and Barty simply looked at him, waiting.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" That would be the driver, who had made his window come down to yell at him.
Barty was unimpressed, obviously. "Don't yell." He didn't care for it. "Get out of the car. Your date too. You two can walk."
The car was nice, sleek and expensive. The guy was fat and balding and the woman next to him wasn't dressed anywhere near expensive enough to be his wife. Had to be a mistress. Either way, she looked confused when her date got out of the car as instructed and then walked around to open her door, pulling her out as well.
"What's going on?" She looked from the man to Barty, blinking her stupid fake lashes. Always grossed him out.
"Walk home, both of you. And take those lashes off, they look ridiculous."
They already started walking, the woman while trying to get her lashes off, even though they were glued on and it was clearly painful to do it like that. Barty didn't care, he just walked up to the driver's side of the car, nodding at Bill. "Get in."