Length: 500-ish words, about a 5-10 minute read. Nothing fancy.
Warnings: Underage Smoking, Cussing/Slurs, general corruption of youth you know the drill
Summary: Butter tries one of Turbo's smokes
Turbo was at the house again. Which Bitter didn't mind, not really, after all Butter enjoyed him and he was a grade A racer. His odd skin and habits were… tolerable, and he did have some interesting stories. Plus, Sugar Rush racers couldn't really talk - Swizz was practically orange! It was only when the old coot started pushing his habits on Butter that the dark chocolate racer really had any problem with him. Today was one such day.
Turbo was coming through again on another one of his whirlwind visits, come to soak up all the admiration he felt he deserved. Bitter assumed it was because he had nothing better to do, and for the most part he was right. Turbo didn't have a game anymore to go home to, and there was no telling where he slept considering most games in the arcade had long ago banned him. By all technicality he was banned from Sugar Rush as well, but that didn't stop him from sneaking in every now and then, especially with such adoring fans.
The veteran took a long thin case out of his jumpsuit flipping it open to show a bed of fresh dried tobacco. He took a small sheet of paper from the back of the case, filling it with some of the precious tobacco as he spoke.
"Now kid, I know you look up to me, but there'th only tho much you can do to be like me. You can walk like me, talk like me, just don't thtart think you are me got it?" He ran his tongue along the edge of the half rolled cigarette and rolled it tightly, tamping it out on the edge of the metal case. He closed it and secreted it away, producing a lighter seemingly out of mid air.
"…try one of them?" Butter said, gesturing to the cigarette hanging from Turbo's lips. The racer took the cigarette from his lips, contemplating his biggest fan's request. He smiled a proud little smile, an expression that made Bitter a little bit wary.
"One of my fagth? Thure kid, why not." He handed the burning thing over to the 12 year old. Butter took it excitedly, sticking it in his mouth. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, expecting smoke to billow from it. Nothing. Turbo held his hand out for his cigarette, but before Butter could take it from his lips Bitter leaned over and took it away. He knew enough from watching Turbo that he had to breath through the cigarette to get the smoke.
"No, Butter, like this." His face still close to his twins he took a long drag of the cigarette, tearing up as the smoke hit his lungs. He expected a burn, but this was like fire, scorching its way through his chest. He breathed the acrid smoke out far away from Butter. He swallowed hard in an attempt to put out the fire in his core. "See?" his voice was still a little hoarse, but he held fast.
Butter took it back, inhaling cautiously and sputtering. He handed the cigarette back to Turbo, covering his coughing fit with his arm. Turbo took it back, busting a gasket laughing at the two kids. He took a long, gloating drag of his cigarette, chuckling a little.
"You like it kid?" Turbo smiled, blowing a smoke ring in their general direction which, of course, blew straight into Bitter's face. Which he did *not* appreciate.
Butter was making a face, but as soon as his idol addressed him he beamed. "Yeah!"
