THIS IS PART 4, IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY, PLEASE READ PART 3 FIRST! YOU CAN FIND IT -> https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1305564820/ If you still haven't seen that part, just keep backtracking until you get to where you should be, there will always be a link linking you to the previous part. "A very, very long Christmas in Eldridge..." (Or how twelve idiots found out people don't work, or do anything for that matter, on Jesus day) Previously... after discovering that there aren't any presents under the Christmas tree, our crew of 12 had finally began their journey to save their Christmas... === If you really want it, lemme know and I'll release the full, less clean version on a Google doc when it's fully done. >> If you have any questions about the story, characters, or literally ANYTHING please, please let me know, I'd love to answer them o7 Thanks for reading, and enjoy ^^
(Part 3) ...As the gang began their way outside, Azazel went ahead to meet the incoming Judas, stepping in his way before he could get into one of the passenger seats of the car. He greeted Judas as he rocked on his heels, like they hadn't just looked at each other only seconds earlier “Heeeey dude, wat’cha doin’?” Azazel questioned him, Judas’s eyes squinted, having a feeling he knew where this was going. “I was getting into a seat in MY van, why’d you ask?” he replied, his tone sharpening towards the second half of the sentence. Azazel let out a very obviously synthetic laugh, “Oh, ho ho… that’s funny Judas, but uhh… I think you meant to go to the driver's seat, which is on the other side.” Judas stared at him with a look that could kill, and would have if they were not friends, but he continued, “It’s cool man, we all make mistakes! All you gotta do now is head on over to the other side of the van, where the driver seat is at. So why don’t you ju-” “I’m going to sit on the passenger seat, shotgun, anywhere that ISN’T the driver seat, and I will NOT be told otherwise.” Judas interrupted, temper rising. Azazel was taken back in disbelief, “Wha-what! NO! I’m not driving your sh!tty van again! I don’t wanna deal with you b!tching everytime I make a minor mistake!” “Those ‘MINOR’ mistakes have almost ended with us crashing on SEVERAL OCCASIONS!” “DUDE! It’s your fuhkin’ car, DRIVE IT!” At this point, the other friends had gathered around the two of them, like middle schoolers instigating a fight between classmates. Suddenly however, Judas smirks a bit, “No, I can’t, cuz I’ve been drinking, and that would be illegal." He pulled out the flask he had been carrying on him, waving it across Azazel’s face triumphantly. A smile tugs at him at what seems to be a rare attempt to defuse the situation from Judas, asking him with a wit, “Drinking a flask that’s sealed?” Judas’s eyes widened a bit at the realization that he had not actually drank, thus the plan that had been conjuring up since yesterday was no longer viable. His eyes shifted, to Azazel, his friends, then finally, at his flask. Before he could even make a move, Azazel grabs his hand and wags his finger in his face. “There is no getting out of this one, YOU. ARE. COOKED!” Find out how Judas reacts... in PART 5
