GAS CANS AND BURRITOS, MAN
CHAPTER ONE
A cloud of smoke followed the rusted silver cadillac as it barreled down the highway. Saul Silver, sang along with the radio at the top of his lungs. He sang horribly off key, his hands tapped the steering wheel in time with the music, he had a grin plastered on his face. He looked down at the dash and grabbing a blueberry tootsie pop he peeled off the wrapper and shoved it in his mouth. Normally the brunette would have lit up a joint instead but that was something he reserved for his driving ventures in the city. The cadillac began making a knocking sound but Saul couldn't hear it over the sound of his music. Even with his foot on the gas his car began to decelerate. He looked down at the speedometer and his eyes grew wide. He plucked the lollipop from his mouth and beat his hand against the dash as if it would solve all of his problems, "Aw man. Come on!" Knowing it was inevitable he pulled the car over to the side of the road. After successfully turning it off he looked at his gas gauge. It was empty. He rolled his eyes as he shoved the lollipop back into his mouth.
Saul leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. He should have known to fill up the tank before he made his run to meet up his supplier just outside the city in an old abandoned warehouse. It was more of a mine really. Not like it mattered to Saul. As long as he got his requested amount of product he wouldn't complain. He made a point not to complain about much, if anything. Frusterated now, more with himself than the car, he grabbed the keys from the ignition and swung open the door. He stepped from the car and pocketed the keys before leaning into the back seat through the open window to grab the large black duffel bag full of his latest order of the finest marijuana. He didn't bother locking the car before he swung the bag over his shoulder. No one would bother stealing it. It was a piece of junk, but Saul was attached to the car and refused to get rid of it or get it fixed. Lucky for him there was a gas station only five miles away. He kicked a rock as he leaned against the hood of his car, he opened the duffel bag and grinning from ear to ear pulled out some marijuana. With his many years of practice he skillfully rolled a joint. He discarded the sucker into the dirt as he pulled out a book of matches from his jeans pocket. He let the joint dangle lazily from his lips as he lit a match and shielding the flame with one hand he lit the joint. He threw the match to the ground and grinning to a long drag on the joint. "That's so fucking good man." He stood straight from his perch on the hood of his car and once again slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder began his trek to the gas station.
It wasn't long before the gas station came into view, by this time the joint was long gone. He was sweating from the heat and his throat was dry. He almost broke into a run as he continued his way to the Exxon. Upon reaching the building he licked his cracked lips and ran his fingers through his hair. Still smiling he entered the gas station. He nodded in the attendents direction, "How's it going, holmes?" Not waiting for a reply he walked to the coolers and scratched his head before opening the door and grabbing a bottle of water. He twisted the cap off and immediately raised the bottle to his lips. He grinned as the cool liquid slid down his dry throat, as he lowered the bottle a satisfied sigh escaped his lips. He rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth and began humming to himself as he walked down the number of aisles looking for something to eat. After picking and choosing what he wanted he walked to the counter and deposited a large bag of chips, a bag of jerkey, some sunflower seeds, a six pack of beer, a box of donuts and his bottle of water on the counter. The attendent looked at him with a raised brow. Saul ignored the look and grinned he pointed in the general direction of where his car was sitting waiting for him, "My car ran out of gas back there, man. So I'm going to need like a gas can and some gas too." He absentmindedly scratched his eye brow and his grin widened when he spotted the warmer holding his favorite food, burritos. He pointed to them, "I'll get like four of those too man." It was at that precise moment that his stomach decided to growl. He looked down at his abdomen before placing his hand over his empty stomach. He glanced back up at the attendent, "I knew I was hungry, man. I fucking knew it!" The cashier shook his head as he rang up all the food. Saul didn't bother getting it bagged up, he instead opted to stuff it all into his duffel bag. He grabbed the gas can the cashier offered him and flashed him the peace sign before heading out the door, "Peace out holmes. One love."
Once outside he walked to the nearest gas pump and deposited the gas can next to it. He pulled the nozel to the gas pump off the holder and placing it in the gas can allowed it to fill the can itself. Grinning he unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out a burrito. He leaned up against the gas pump and munched on his burrito. Now all he had to do was wait. It shouldn't take to long, the only concern he had was dealing with the boredom.
A/N: so i obviously own nothing. saul is too awesome for me to create him on my own. if you're wanting to know who it is that he meets in the next chapter give me at least two reviews and i'll introduce you to my own little creation! thanks guys and i hope you enjoy it. (: