[ it's 6pm on the dot when gator knocks on eddie's door, dressed in civilian clothes - a cowboy hat, flannel, jeans, and a light jacket. he has a small case of colors under his arm, knuckles rapping on the door once, twice. he tilts his head, glancing at the window, seeing the light, then back at the door.
yeah, this is stupid. he knows it is, but he can't exactly show up anymore without parking around the corner, or in his deputy gear. this is just smoking and drinking, generally what they do together, but gator is in the mood for more. he wants something a little stronger than weed and beer. the licks his bottom lip, waiting, and he doesn't like that. not much at all.
his eyes flick back toward the window, and he catches his reflection. he leans the bow of his hat down, making sure no one sees his face. all this secrecy is downright bullshit, but that's how it is, how it has to be. he doesn't want eddie harassed, beaten, or worse - and he doesn't want eddie to see him that way, either. gator sighs, impatient, suddenly nervous. ]
[ When the two of them agreed on 6, Eddie didnโt expect six exactly. 6:05, maybe, or even closer to 6:30, but the knock comes at 6 on the dotโwhen heโs still digging around for the promised Xanax. He swears and silently chastises himself to figure out a better goddamn organizational system, this is the fifth goddamn timeโ
But he finds it in the next place he looks, quickly pockets it, and scrambles to swing the door open with a grin. ]
Six on the dot, deputy? Man, youโre really down bad for me, arenโt you?
[ Thereโs been a valiant attempt at secrecy, but that isnโt quite enough to ease the ever-present fear that someone could find out, someone might find out, and it very well could be the wrong person. Eddie hides it well, but thereโs often an hour or so that follows their usual meeting that the spends in sheer terror, wondering if a second knock will come at his door, or if heโll wake to the sound of a broken window, or worse.
But itโs not enough to call a stop to it, and thatโs terrifying in and of itself.
Eddie leans against the doorframe for a moment, arms crossed and head tilted as he takes a good look at the man in front of him. Itโs nice, genuinely, to see Gator out of the deputy gear for a change. Itโs a touch less suspicious, less anxiety-inducing, and aids in further reminding Eddie that thereโs more to Gator than cop. But he takes one look at that cowboy hat, and he canโt help but laugh. Yeah, because thatโs way less conspicuous. ]
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yeah, this is stupid. he knows it is, but he can't exactly show up anymore without parking around the corner, or in his deputy gear. this is just smoking and drinking, generally what they do together, but gator is in the mood for more. he wants something a little stronger than weed and beer. the licks his bottom lip, waiting, and he doesn't like that. not much at all.
his eyes flick back toward the window, and he catches his reflection. he leans the bow of his hat down, making sure no one sees his face. all this secrecy is downright bullshit, but that's how it is, how it has to be. he doesn't want eddie harassed, beaten, or worse - and he doesn't want eddie to see him that way, either. gator sighs, impatient, suddenly nervous. ]
Jesus Christ.
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But he finds it in the next place he looks, quickly pockets it, and scrambles to swing the door open with a grin. ]
Six on the dot, deputy? Man, youโre really down bad for me, arenโt you?
[ Thereโs been a valiant attempt at secrecy, but that isnโt quite enough to ease the ever-present fear that someone could find out, someone might find out, and it very well could be the wrong person. Eddie hides it well, but thereโs often an hour or so that follows their usual meeting that the spends in sheer terror, wondering if a second knock will come at his door, or if heโll wake to the sound of a broken window, or worse.
But itโs not enough to call a stop to it, and thatโs terrifying in and of itself.
Eddie leans against the doorframe for a moment, arms crossed and head tilted as he takes a good look at the man in front of him. Itโs nice, genuinely, to see Gator out of the deputy gear for a change. Itโs a touch less suspicious, less anxiety-inducing, and aids in further reminding Eddie that thereโs more to Gator than cop. But he takes one look at that cowboy hat, and he canโt help but laugh. Yeah, because thatโs way less conspicuous. ]
Yeah, alright, Big Iron. Come in.