[ The deputy - Tillman, the uniform says - leans down, teeth gleaming, way too close to Billy for comfort. It chills him to his bones, far colder than he can blame on the weather alone.
You wanna get out of it?
Billy should take the ticket. He knows that, knows better than to trust a pig for goddamn anything. He'd tried that once as a kid, when he'd seen some sob story about cops helping a mom and her kids get away from her abusive husband. Neil didn't get in trouble, but Billy sure did. He knows better now, or he should.
But he's also broke from the tow truck bill and all the other bullshit that comes with winter-proofing his car, and if Neil finds out he's got a speeding ticket on top of all of that now? He'll be lucky if he's let out of the house before the snow melts. And something he can't place at the back of his mind says to just do it. Just give in. His grip on the steering wheel tightens.
His chest feels tight, heartbeat quickening as the deputy continues to speak. So this is why he's been on his ass - because he wants a piece of Billy and this is the easiest way to get it. It's obvious now, the way he stares him down, hungry, like he could tear Billy from the driver's seat and throw him to the ground right now. Take exactly what he wants.
Billy lets out a nervous chuckle. ]
'Fuck around'? What, you want me to suck your dick or something? And I'm just supposed to trust you aren't gonna slap me with a ticket after anyway?
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You wanna get out of it?
Billy should take the ticket. He knows that, knows better than to trust a pig for goddamn anything. He'd tried that once as a kid, when he'd seen some sob story about cops helping a mom and her kids get away from her abusive husband. Neil didn't get in trouble, but Billy sure did. He knows better now, or he should.
But he's also broke from the tow truck bill and all the other bullshit that comes with winter-proofing his car, and if Neil finds out he's got a speeding ticket on top of all of that now? He'll be lucky if he's let out of the house before the snow melts. And something he can't place at the back of his mind says to just do it. Just give in. His grip on the steering wheel tightens.
His chest feels tight, heartbeat quickening as the deputy continues to speak. So this is why he's been on his ass - because he wants a piece of Billy and this is the easiest way to get it. It's obvious now, the way he stares him down, hungry, like he could tear Billy from the driver's seat and throw him to the ground right now. Take exactly what he wants.
Billy lets out a nervous chuckle. ]
'Fuck around'? What, you want me to suck your dick or something? And I'm just supposed to trust you aren't gonna slap me with a ticket after anyway?