[ He flinches back, tripping over his feet and stumbling back before getting his balance again. He can feel his heart racing, adrenaline pounding and his better judgement at war between: run the fuck away and he's faster than me, that's a dumb idea. ]
So, what-- you gonna come and lick me again, Hargrove? Fun way to spend your Saturday night.
[ This feels like the worst game of cat and mouse he's ever played, and Steve is sure that right now he's not the cat. Billy's stronger and faster, and messed up with some kind of bad shit. All Steve has is the fact that Billy seems to want to play a game. ]
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So, what-- you gonna come and lick me again, Hargrove? Fun way to spend your Saturday night.
[ This feels like the worst game of cat and mouse he's ever played, and Steve is sure that right now he's not the cat. Billy's stronger and faster, and messed up with some kind of bad shit. All Steve has is the fact that Billy seems to want to play a game. ]