🍑 FREEDOM! | @asmodcus
There's a slight echo of their shoes tapping against the linoleum, a hard tap from a prison guard's work boot, and the softer pattering of Buck's dress shoes—
He had been arrested in the middle of a con, dressed in his best suit and triple-shined shoes. It costs money to make a good impression, but fooling an aging Texas investor into thinking you are the sole heir of a booming rare hybrid peach orchard who is ready to let go of the family business; well, that's priceless.
Buck had been brought in laughing and he left the same way, only pausing in his manic glee when he was brought outside, the sun momentarily blinding him—He only gets his humor back when he sees her just behind the chainlink fence. Damn, she looked good.
"Now tell me Officer Arnold; ain't that the finest lookin' filly you've ever seen? Or is that not the finest lookin' filly you've ever seen?"
Officer Arnold, who is taking his sweet time punching in the code to open the gate, doesn't look up. "Sure."
Buck waves at her regardless, knowing full well Jean was gorgeous. He's grinning at her throughout the whole thing, just waiting for the cuffs to come off and his freedom secured. The very moment the gate's open, his arms stretch out. "Come to Daddy, darlin'. Missed you somethin' awful— and I need food. Actual food, my digestion has been on the fritz since I got here. They feed us dog food— something I'll have to take up with my LAWYERS," That part is shouted back at Officer Arnold, who spits at the ground in response.