( oh, trust Steve is aware Billy is pissed. he was there when the guy was this close to taking a second crack at making his face minced meat. it's plenty obvious. he's sure as hell not helping sell anything. it's one man show out here. it's goddamn uncomfortable. like Steve got caught in the middle of something somehow, and doesn't that just keep happening to him lately? he really should have left the Camaro by the side of the road.
while Billy never bothers to back him up, he doesn't call him out either. Steve doesn't particularly want to talk about cars with Neil Hargrove, especially with Billy standing just to the side like a livewire ready to electrocute somebody to death if they make the mistake of getting too close. Billy is not a part of the conversation. Steve can't decide if that's because he's too busy thinking up novel ways to murder him and it's too difficult to chat at the same time, or if it's something else.
Steve wanted to get out of here about as soon as Neil showed up, if not around when Billy was making active threats of violence. still, he slogs through as much of an excruciating conversation as he can stand before he makes a point of checking his watch, and sighing. ) Shit. Sorry, Mr. Hargrove. I gotta go, I'm supposed to babysit tonight. ( also bullshit, but that's probably a good enough of an excuse to beat it. he could go through his prolonged midwest goodbye and be walking to Roccos in less than five minutes, Billy chained to his own driveway to be a problem later.
he's not really sure why he does it. if it's a life line, or curiosity, or if he has a death with. whatever inspires it, Steve looks at Billy intently and prompts, ) You gonna give me a ride or what, asshole? ( hopefully that hit something resembling friendly banter, because calling Billy an asshole is the most genuine he's been in the past give minutes. )
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Date: 2023-01-30 01:13 am (UTC)while Billy never bothers to back him up, he doesn't call him out either. Steve doesn't particularly want to talk about cars with Neil Hargrove, especially with Billy standing just to the side like a livewire ready to electrocute somebody to death if they make the mistake of getting too close. Billy is not a part of the conversation. Steve can't decide if that's because he's too busy thinking up novel ways to murder him and it's too difficult to chat at the same time, or if it's something else.
Steve wanted to get out of here about as soon as Neil showed up, if not around when Billy was making active threats of violence. still, he slogs through as much of an excruciating conversation as he can stand before he makes a point of checking his watch, and sighing. ) Shit. Sorry, Mr. Hargrove. I gotta go, I'm supposed to babysit tonight. ( also bullshit, but that's probably a good enough of an excuse to beat it. he could go through his prolonged midwest goodbye and be walking to Roccos in less than five minutes, Billy chained to his own driveway to be a problem later.
he's not really sure why he does it. if it's a life line, or curiosity, or if he has a death with. whatever inspires it, Steve looks at Billy intently and prompts, ) You gonna give me a ride or what, asshole? ( hopefully that hit something resembling friendly banter, because calling Billy an asshole is the most genuine he's been in the past give minutes. )