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Olive Penderghast (gnomedownthere) wrote in makebelievelog,

Olive had a good knack of sensing when adults started smelling bullshit. They got that look in their eyes, and they paused, clearly playing back what they’d just heard over in their mind. The officer was doing that now. She made a split second decision. Galen didn’t have a license, and somehow she just knew it would go worse for both of them if that, coupled with the fact that he had been driving, came to light.

“Is that so?” the officer asked. His eyes were shifting back and forth between the two of them.

“Ya,” Olive said, her voice getting small. She wasn’t an actress, theater had never been something she was interested in, but her experience back home had taught her there were ways less than enlightened people expected other’s, especially girls, to behave. And she knew how to fake that behavior well. This man, fortunately for them, seemed to be one of those people, Olive could tell. And she was definitely someone who would take one for the team,. She swallowed and put on the act she knew would result in the least amount of trouble for the both of them. At least as far as the law was concerned. “I lost control of the car at the corner… ya. Guess I’m not really so great at driving a stick.” She hated that last part, because she wasn’t actually bad at a manual. But most of all she hoped Galen picked up the hint he shouldn’t take this moment to blab the truth.

There was a moment of silence as the officer looked at her, but then he dropped his eyes and returned to writing on that blasted pad.