Re: Police Station: Eris S/Cris M
Cris wet his lips as she spoke, and a parta him almost wanted to laugh. Not 'cause what she said was funny. Just 'cause he knew from experience too.—Course he didn't laugh. He scratched under his chin and shifted his weight to one foot.
"That ain't what I asked." He wasn't aggressive about it. He just said it direct. "All those people workin' in the trailer park and alla that, they're outside your purview? What's somebody gotta do, to get in with you? I know you got limited space, so I'mjust askin'." The Sheriff wasn't real sure he was being understood at all. He moved back toward his desk, leaned forward, onto his palms. "I don't want your money, huh? You take carea your people, keep 'em clean and safe, don't mess with the drugs runnin' heavy in this town, we don't gotta problem. You have some kinda somethin' goin' down, you call and somebody will come. Way I see it, these girls—and guys—would be worse off, out there on their own. Workin' some truck stop or somethin'. As long as they wanna do what they're doin', with you, and you treat 'em right—" He shrugged a lil bit, standing back up. Cris folded his arms across his chest. "You do that, we're good, and I can focus on the people who still got the elementa abuse in there. Hm?"