noteasytobepink | Wheelsy AU ~ Hollywood Nights

"One, you're not dumb. Two, you're not a rednecked hick. Three, you have the common sense and instincts of a sheriff so I'm pretty sure it'd be damned hard to take advantage of you. Four, I'm sure there are people like you who might need as much company and maybe a nice game of pool instead of more whiskey. They may even know football and what better way to spend a night than arguing sports in a bar made for people who miss their own small towns?" Because she traveled a lot she was familiar with the way people tended to recreate what they missed.

"Shall I abuse my cop-like powers here and do an internet search for you?"

"I don't feel like goin' out or company right now."

He was being tolerant enough of her presence, but he didn't think he wanted to deal with a room full of strangers.

"Besides, I know what you're tryin' t'do, an' sendin' me out to a bar ain't gonna get it done. I'm a social drinker more'n a drown your sorrows guy."

If he did manage to find a good time it might turn out too good.

"What I'm trying to do is decide whether I'm kidnapping you home for your own good and tossing you in the tank too or if you get to stay there and be morose." If she was feeling charitable by that point she'd leave a note for Starla?

She wasn't likely to be feeling charitable though. Starla drove the man to drink, often, and therefore was on Clarice's shit list.

"I'm not the type to sit idle when good men crack."

[ooc: Also? Just imported Mary-Jean. I forgot we had done summat with her and Logan!]

"Clarice, I'm'a be fine. I just-- I need some time, that's all."

If he could drown himself tonight, then he'd be able to pull himself back together to get through tomorrow.

[ooc: Oh! I... don't remember who that is, but yay old charries. Shall be on in a bit here if you're abouts]

"Time isn't commonly measured in empty whiskey bottles and beer cans, just so you know." Hmmm, maybe she'd break this Starla's knees? That would be a start on registering complaints against the woman for the way she treated Bill.

[ooc: I'll link you when I get on AIM after foods ^^]

"Yeah, well I guess the good news in that is when I finish this they probably won't sell me any more."

He knew he'd need to slow down until Clarice was gone, so he kept on sipping, and ate another piece of cucumber from the bundle.

Guess who might have been keen on his plan? She didn't appear to be letting that portal fade in the least yet!

"No, the good news is that I haven;t found cause to take it away yet. Sheesh, you have an iron stomach Bill. How do you not have bleeding ulcers yet?"

"I dunno, muscle mass, I guess."

He shrugged, and fiddled with the tab on his beer.

"Problems like that only come when your at it all the time."

"And how many times since we've met have you done your damnedest to drain a whole bottle?" She was going by observed evidence!

Bill's hand stopped, and his eyes narrowed a fraction on her.

"Not that many."

You're averaging one a month since we met." Because she'd known him....all of two months. My, time did fly didn't it? "At least you only drink weak American beer the other days bit..."

"But what?" His expression fixed into a glare, and he straightened up on his seat.

"You ain't even known me all that long. Couple bad nights you've been around for, that's all."

"But I still worry about you, naturally. You're my only real connection in this world." And that meant her only partner and teammate for now. "And no, I haven't which tends to mean one of two things. One, you really needed someone outside the situation to break down around, or two, drama follows me like the damn plague and I'm hoping it's not that cause it gives me a headache."

"I ain't breaking down."

Beat, and some of the defensive aggravation bleeds out of him.

"An' it ain't nothin' to do with you. I've actually liked havin' you around this past while."

"Different definitions of 'breaking down' I think." Hers meant 'allowing things to leak through the general wall that the rest of the world saw'.

Beat.

"It's cause I look good in a towel right? Damn, should have considered that as a social ice breaking sooner! Think the precinct would mind?"

He studied her, unsure.

"What's yours?"

His was obviously the one with a negative slant.

The ghost of a smile touched the corner of his mouth.

"I was thinking more about the cooking and housework, and the help you've given us at the station."

He cupped his hands around his whiskey, and gave half a shrug.

"You've also been a pretty good friend t'me."

Not everyone had such an open ear, or was as caring and understanding of things.

"Setting aside the walls and allowing a bit of the stress leak out." She shrugged, after all, made sense to her. "Of course there are worse ways to define it I guess. I tend to think about those with others words." Like 'going crazy' you know?

"Awwww, I was proud of my towel-self for a moment there. I almost had an ego boost." Pout. Pout pout. "I try Bill, can't help helping it seems."

He nodded to her definition, staring down into his cup.

"It's more a case of you happen t'be there where an' when I let go, than you bein' a cause." Or him needing someone there for it to happen.

"An' I never said y'didn't look nice."

"Eh, you needed someone to be there. Else you wouldn't have talked at all right?" And it was something he was better off saying really. Things aired even safe at home were less stressful.

"But you never did compliment me, or agree to my towel at the precinct idea! At least that would settle the 'pink everywhere' question that the deputies ask EVERYDAY."

"Probably not." He still hadn't done all that much talking, but at least he'd gotten some things off his chest.

"Anyone with eyes could see how good y'look, but that would leave me with a department full of guys too busy pickin' their tongues off the floor t'do any work."

"Eh, sorry to break it to you Bill but they rate EVERY woman who walks by the precinct and oggle anyone five and over on their scale. You'd think they never got laid in their lives." Or just got that damn bored with police work.

"I'm pretty sure Paul-boy wants to ask me out to the lake to check some things himself." The poor, poor boy.

"Probably the only one who does is Dave, an' only 'cause he's married."

Police work attracted a lot of bachelor's and often kept them that way. The danger, the hours, and the stress didn't make for the best relationships.

"Just do me a favor an' don't hurt 'im too bad if he does."

"And Dave signed on to hold stop signs and direct traffic." It was a guaranteed pay check that wasn't the mail service, and he wasn't exactly the sharpest pencil in the box. Sweet, father of four, his wife handled the complicated stuff.

Though, admittedly, well, Clarice would have been a cop in any other life really!

"Nah, I won't. I'll explain things nice and proper and point out that I'm probably older than he is and can bench press him if necessary."

"He does more'n that. You can count on Dave when y'need to."

Bill emptied his cup again, but didn't pour again; mindful of Clarice.

"Good, it'll be easier for him if you're nice, an' honest about it."

"Yes, I know Dave does more, but he'd be content if all he did was signs and traffic Bill. He's granite." She didn't mean that in a bad way at all, it was just the truth. and the need for someone else to take initiative in things he didn't have experience with!

"I'm always nice Bill, and honest. I only fall back on violence when the first two don't work." And if the boy got pushy she'd be nice and start with breaking just a finger instead of a knee.

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