[ It's the last text he sends before deciding to be a responsible driver for the next three and a half minutes, pealing into the lot at a perfectly respectable speed and parking next to the gleaming automobile that Billy calls his baby.
When he's not calling Steve that, anyway.
He leans out the window, lowering his sunglasses and trying on that persona he used to maintain all the time. ]
Heard some asshole drank all the beer and needed some more.
[ He neither confirms nor denies any affection for anything, ever. You can't prove that shit in a court of law, and Steve would know, since daddy's a lawyer. ]
I had shit to do.
[ Steve slides out of the driver's seat, reaching for his wallet. ]
[ He steps out of the car. He's already a little bit tipsy and probably shouldn't have driven here. How he manages to keep that Camaro in such good shape with his reckless driving habits is a mystery. ]
Just beer's fine, unless you want anything else.
[ Billy won't ask for anything more expensive than beer, but if Steve wants to buy it he won't complain. ]
[ He flips through his stuff - mostly receipts, scattered twenties - for his license and glances up just as Billy comes swaying in his direction. Raising an eyebrow Steve watches him for a long moment, assuming the worst. It isn't that he himself hasn't driven around after a few before, he just sort of hates it more when it's someone else.
It's different, or something. ]
Nah, hard liquor's a specific mood.
[ A "feeling sorry for yourself" mood. Steve pauses to grab Billy's shoulder, steadying him. ]
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Please don't ask why.
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When we get down to the quarry I'll show you the best way to jump a fence.
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[ Not that he got punished. He pretty much went right back to the scene of the crime to clean up what he did, anyway. ]
Wow. Really looking forward to these lessons in delinquency. You know I'm not the total prep you think I am, right?
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[ Sex, he means sex. ]
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Keep your dick in your pants, I'm almost at the cornerstore.
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[ No it's not, but he likes to tease. ]
hurry upppppppp
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[ It's the last text he sends before deciding to be a responsible driver for the next three and a half minutes, pealing into the lot at a perfectly respectable speed and parking next to the gleaming automobile that Billy calls his baby.
When he's not calling Steve that, anyway.
He leans out the window, lowering his sunglasses and trying on that persona he used to maintain all the time. ]
Heard some asshole drank all the beer and needed some more.
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[ Or at least, Billy sure has hell hopes he loves it. He's leaned back in the driver's seat with his Aviators on, just playing it cool. ]
Took you long enough. [ But he smiles. It's a joke, Steve, he really does appreciate this in his own way. ]
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I had shit to do.
[ Steve slides out of the driver's seat, reaching for his wallet. ]
What d'you need?
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Just beer's fine, unless you want anything else.
[ Billy won't ask for anything more expensive than beer, but if Steve wants to buy it he won't complain. ]
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It's different, or something. ]
Nah, hard liquor's a specific mood.
[ A "feeling sorry for yourself" mood. Steve pauses to grab Billy's shoulder, steadying him. ]
You wanna take one car over there after this?
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[ Steve clearly intended to make that offer so Billy wouldn't have to drive. Billy, unfortunately, is a dumbass.
And he leans into that shoulder touch a little too much for a public place. ]