Re: Sonrisa: Hunter R & Cris M
Hunter barely saw the car, except it wasn't a black-and-white or a sheriff's brown thing. He got in it, because he felt like the whole thing was a done deal, and he better just wait until there was an end of it. Couple months trying to stay a fucking virgin in lock-up, not too bad if you were willing to shed blood for it and you didn't go farther than county. Then another half year of probation, when he couldn't go nowhere, and dear old dad on his doorstep just the same. He looked bleakly down at the crumpled bills in his hands, still not sure if the whole thing was worth it, or would be worth it.
He looked in the rearview and saw the shadow of Becky watching the car depart, and he frowned as she grew smaller. He felt a sense of loss, concern at being alone for the first time in months, but he didn't protest. He wasn't going to bring her, especially if he was in trouble. Becky could take care of herself, and he'd need to call somebody about the dogs at home. He... he didn't know who.
"Need it. Gotta pay somebody off." It wasn't for dog kibble, that was for sure. He did as he'd been told, and opened the compartment to tip the contents of his sweaty palms inside. He clamped it shut, with a bit more force than necessary to keep it shut.
He twitched violently as the car turned, a jerk of his whole body toward the door that never realized into anything but new wide-eyed concern. "Where we goin'? What's this way?" He was starting to pick up that worry he hadn't had before, that fear for himself he'd learned very young.