❝ you could wait years for me to talk. ❞ words were spoken with the intent of amusement, though self deprecation is an art he’s mastered. neil looks down at his cup of coffee, swallowing the realization of his poor worded sentence. ❝ ...anyway. ❞
romulus is being a total annoying loser per usual. casey’s just trying to relax and enjoy his high, but noooo, romulus won’t stop blabbering on about all the nasty things he does in this car and all the sketchy shit he does to keep it and really, it’s getting tiring. it’s such a shame casey’s too much of a scaredy cat to attempt to get supplies on his own, because if he weren’t, you can bet he’d be doing this by himself. at home. in a bathtub, maybe. anywhere but h e r e.
and when telling him to ‘just please shut up for once’ doesn’t work and neither does kicking him in the stomach from where casey’s sitting with his back pressed against the passenger seat window, he resorts to the last possible method he can think of before shoving romulus out of the car entirely.
he pushes himself up, getting on his hands and knees ( which is also kind of awkward when he’s also trying not to slip on the console between them ) to grab rom’s throat with glowing fingers and press a firm kiss to his lips. it’s short, it’s definitely not sweet, and it’ll leave him dazed for a couple minutes so casey can take pleasure in this next high in peace.
Even a former convict had the right to enjoy the mundane perks of being free. Thus, it wasn’t rare for her to be out in the middle of the night with part of the gang she leaded, which was managed with family values, most of them recently got out of jail and some others had already paid their time locked up with her. It was just a few minutes that would take her cigarette to consume within her tattooed digits as she took long drags of it, leaning against the bricked wall of the cold dark alley behind the night club, next to the backdoor where she decided to sneak through for a moment.