𑣲┆𝓪𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 - 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 ! ◞ ☆

⠀⠀⠀ only 𝓼eventeen ⸝ but she walks the streets so * 𝖒ean . ⠀⠀⠀

⠀mm , my agency loves when you /dress/ up..

Raising a brow, now feeling a little bad for her. "Your mother, huh?. . . i've dealt with a lot of drunks before, it's not good for kids to be around them." Getting up from his chair, he walked up close to the redhead, giving her a gentle pat on the head. +

Once they reached his car, his treatment got a bit more rough, bending her over the trunk to search her for any weapons. Hands patting her body, staying on her hips too long for no particular reason. "No weapons, not even a wallet for identification?" Glaring down at +

"The rat lady, yeah. That's one way to describe her." Taking a quick look at the time, realizing what the reason must be. "You said you were on your way home, at this time? It's already way past curfew."

"Accidents don't make it any less dangerous, come with me!" Reaching to grab her by the arm, dragging her towards his car. She better complies or she'll end up in cuffs as well. Coincidentally, his car is parked in a nearby alley, with no people around. . .

Keeping a close eye on the girl, having no motivation to deal with her at all. Well, not after having spend the last hour dreaming about getting a handjob— "You must at least know the reason you were brought to the station, no? It's already pretty late, where are +

"Don't sound so surprised, it could've seriously hurt me if it had hit my eye!" Not in the mood to let this one slip, taking out his frustration out on her. Too bad, he won't be convinced to let her off with just a warning. Probably.