zerowitefire

 They were riding in Nick's car on their way home, and a sick, rotting silence had fallen over the scene. Nick could only stare straight ahead, no expression discernible on his sallow face. David looked in the mirror to see Rick leaned up against the door in the back seat of the car. His head was turned towards the ground, but as they drove under street lamps streaks of rusty orange light would illuminate his stony face. The smell of alcohol, as well as a chilly sense of the outer world, that clung to Richard made him seem out of place in the warm interior of the car. "So guys..." Nick cleared his throat. "What - what's going on?" And th