He felt the car lurching to a slow stop, though it sped up again soon after.
"Are you sure you're not lost?"
Neville moved his head a bit, eyes still closed while he slumbered. Dean Ambrose was being as loud as ever, and he had barely even known the guy for less than 2 weeks. The man took the backseat of Cesaro's car to himself as the three men agreed to carpool to the event in Dean's hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio.
"I've seen this street, brother. I know it's not the way," Dean commented. The rugged man leaned back in the passenger's seat, watching the scenery go by in the window.
"Then why don't I get out and let you drive, hmm?" the big Swiss spoke sarcastically.
Dean opened his mouth to speak, though closed it after a moment. "Can you two keep it down, I'm tryin' to sleep.." the Geordie muttered under his breath.
"Ya gonna sleep all day? Damn man, might as well get you laid after the show since I know you're not doing anything after," Ambrose teased at the Brit.
"What? Dean Ambrose knows a nice girl next door type?" Cesaro laughed.
He smirked a bit, "not really, but there are some prostitutes that hang around.."
The man sat up a bit, "really Ambrose, a sex worker?" he snapped.
Dean shrugged, "c'mon man, I know there are plenty of girls walking the streets that you could pay a dollar to make you holler."
"Dean, knock it off.." Cesaro spoke.
"Fine, I'll stop," Dean gave in. "Take this street though, it's a quicker route."
After a mile they finally arrived into town with Dean pointing out landmarks and buildings. Cesaro became distracted, nearly missing their turn. With a quick swerve they avoided hitting another car, and almost hit a woman crossing the street. Its front bumper just brushed her skirt.
"Hey! Come on, watch it – damn!" the woman yelped, turning around swiftly to confront the car that nearly hit her. She made her way to the car, seeing one of the men inside scolding the driver for not speeding away.
Cesaro rolled down the window to speak to her. "I'm so sorry miss, are you alright?" he asked.
She nodded, "I'm good, so that means I won't have to kick your ass," she teased.
"Hey sweetheart," Dean hummed, "I'm not in the mood for some, but my friend here in the backseat needs a little company." He pointed at Neville, who in turn, glared at Ambrose.
"She is not what you think she is." Neville mumbled in his defense.
"Hate to burst your bubble chum, but she is a prostitute," Dean stated.
He was sort of right, Neville noticed the rather meager clothing and high heels she was wearing – if the shirt she was wearing was any smaller, her breasts would have emerged if she moved an arm. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and her make-up made her look like a model. The girl honestly looked like an angel, and he couldn't understand how she could do that job.
Cesaro sighed, "look, just ignore my friends. We don't mean any trouble, so I think we'll leave."
The woman nodded, "no problems then, have fun you guys." she spoke in a friendly way. Ambrose winked at her, and the girl flipped him off right after. Neville hid behind the jacket he had brought along, not wanting to be embarrassed by Ambrose any further. He watched the woman walk down the street, seeing other woman dressed just like her in the neighborhood.
"You know that girl?" Cesaro asked.
Ambrose laughed, "I've seen her around, goes by 'Berry Bomb', don't know what her real name is, but I bet Nevs would love to find out."
"Keep it shut—" Neville growled.
"I saw you starin' at her tits."
"Keep it shut!"
The Swiss man rolled his eyes at their bickering, wonder how much longer he had inside the car with the two.
Author's Notes: I assure you the [Name] (the reader) will be introduced in the next chapter. So keep it tuned in.