Posted Thu Nov 5, 2015 | 264 Words | Tagged chav story hopefully got the right car do tell me if i didn't

He stumbled out of the bar in his usual going out clothes. Chinos, converse and a plaid t-shirt. He really only drank to get rid of the pain growing inside of him. He knew this wasn’t who he was, but it made him alive once in a while. His mates had abandoned him and he was too drunk to be able to find them again so tried to make his way home.

He then almost fell into an alley right onto Woods. Woods was not happy about it, but before he was going to punch the fucker who fell into him he saw something. This cunt was desperate for something and he knew what.

“Come on cunt, I’ll fucking get you what you want”

Woods slowly got him into the back of his car. A fairly battered Nissan Micra, but Woods loved it and blasted some grime from the stereo he got in. He was almost out of it and didn’t realise some stranger he’d never met was taking him home.

Woods got the guy onto his sofa and then told him, “Mate I fucking dare you to put on some propa chavvy clothes”

The guy thought it’d be fun to try something different, and his drunken state helped persuade him into thinking it was a good idea. Once Woods had gotten a couple lagers which he got from one of his mates who knew how to get some proper stuff, he had a new mate. The pair would wake up completely plastered and ready to get the new lad signed on the dole.