Friends Like Freeze
āPiece of fuckin-ā Drake muttered to themselves, kicking the general area where the tires of their van should have been. A low thump was all they got in return, along with a sheet of snow sliding off the top of the van and further burying the wheels. āAh, shit.ā
Stupid snow. Stupid van. They wrenched the passenger door open just enough to slip inside, running over the situation in their head for the umpteenth time. What were their challenges here?Ā
Challenge 1: Drakeās van was real fuckin stuck. They knew how to drive in snow, thought they were pretty good at it actually, but apparently they had no idea how to parkĀ in snow given the fact that theyād somehow managed to find the singular patch of grass that had absolutely zero traction to offer. It didnāt help that the job took longer than theyād planned for, giving the still raging blizzard plenty of time to bury the van while they slaved away.Ā
Challenge 2: They currently had four industrial trash bags full of... gunk was the kindest way they could phrase it. And it smelled bad. No way in hell was Drake gonna let that sit in their van until the snow melted. They also couldnāt just load it into the back of a Fuber.Ā
Challenge 3: They were cold.Ā
Their teeth chattered as they scrolled through their contacts, hoping they could find someone who owed them a favor, maybe someone they could blackmail into helping. They were well into the T names when they were struck with realization, scrolling back up to the Ps and quickly calling their hopeful savior.Ā
āHey Pep babe, I need some help.āĀ



















