Strolling out of the store, a fresh pack of Marlboros and a couple groceries in hand, Sawyer hummed a low country tune beneath his breath and started for his bike. He only made it a couple steps, though, before a familiar voice rang out, causing the biker to whip his head to the side and spot Andres squaring off with the local law. “Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered to himself as the other man approached him. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Sawyer didn’t particularly like Andres. In fact, his distaste for the other man ran rather deep, and so the only reason Sawyer even entertained the idea of playing along with this bullshit charade was because of Andres’s ties to the MC. Without those, the biker would have been content to keep on walking and let the cards fall where they may. “I’m not even gonna ask,” he droned through gritted teeth as he pushed past Andres and approached the cop. “Yeah, he’s with me. Told him to wait in the car, but he obviously didn’t listen,” Sawyer explained with a halfhearted sigh and a devilish smirk, “Dumbass musta locked himself out again. We’re all good, officer— won’t happen again.” Confident that the officer was taking the bait, Sawyer waited only half a heartbeat after he left before swinging his attention back to Andres, all amusement flushed out of his expression, “Believe ya owe me a hundred bucks,” he pointed out with a snarl as he reached out with an empty hand, “I oughta make it two.”
ANDRES had picked the first person to walk in his direction and if he’d squinted a little harder and seen Sawyer there, he would have picked the old lady a few feet behind him. Anyone was better than goldilocks. “Ah fuck,” he muttered under his breath and decided to go with it. It was a little too hard to backtrack now even though prison didn’t sound half bad. Chances were, he’d owe Sawyer one and that was another type of hell he wasn’t prepared for. He sidestepped when the blond pushed past him and went directly to the cop. For someone who had recently gotten out, Sawyer seemed pretty comfortable around the officer. Maybe the theory of him being a rat was one he’d have to visit again. Weren’t cops all chill around each other? He walked over to them and placed a smoke between his lips. “Wanted to go out for a cigarette, you know how it is.” He wouldn’t have given a fuck about seats or anyone’s car stinking of nicotine but it seemed like a plausible excuse as to how he could have locked himself out. Waving at the officer, he laughed when Sawyer turned around. “Shit outta luck, must have forgotten my wallet at home. Thanks, though, blondie.”