Re: Trailer Park: Brett T & Cris M
If Cris heard the warning couched careful and almost transparent in the gruffness he was given, it didn't register on his face. All he did was give a bracing kinda smile and take a halfa step back, one hand up to the backa his cap to adjust it a bit.
"Guess if I was serious 'bout my job, I'd know that too, huh?" His tone was hard to gauge, but it didn't really matter, huh? He turned, starting to pull his flashlight from his belt. "Well, I wasted enougha your time. Lemme get outta your hair. I'll take a look around for some knocked-over cans. Enjoy your Saturday night."
And that was it. He clicked his light on and he cast the beam about. He'd prolly find a couplea raccoons and then he'd go on back.