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Olive Penderghast (gnomedownthere) wrote in makebelievelog,

It took Olive a moment to catch that Galen was reaching for his weapon. She gave him a wide-eyed look and shook her head, mouthing ‘No’. They didn’t need to add dismemberment on top of personal and public property destruction.

As the officer’s door opened and a harried middle-aged man stepped out (they always looked harried at night, thought Olive) she found herself saying under her breath so only Galen could hear, “It’ll be fine.” Which was odd, because things were definitely not fine, and her brain was screaming at her that this was still definitely not good. She told her brain to shut up. Not-fine things could be taken care of later.

“Jesus Christ,” the officer said after surveying the damage the two more than lucky teens had done. “Miss, Son,” he said in that condescending and commanding way Olive loathed, “I need you to step back away from the vehicle, back there- stay right over there.” He pointed with his flashlight to a curb about fifteen feet from the scene of the accident. “I need you to sit over there.”

While her brain was furiously trying to think of a way out of this disaster Olive saw no other alternative but to comply. Miserable shoulders slumped, she walked over to the spot the officer had indicated and sat down.