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Cops are always welcome at the Mercer’s. It makes us feel safe and cozy. Just the way we like it. 

          “yer irritatin’. cute as fuck—                     but irritatin’.”

      ❝ya like it, don't lie.❞

          “yer ruinin’ this.”

      ❝hey, i'm just takin' the words that       ya clearly spoke which were--            'jack, that was awesome.'       dramatic pause & everythin'.❞

          “y e s, jack. i ain’t lyin’ t’ya.”

      ❝i knew i was gonna be awesome.❞

          “yes, doll, i promise.”

      ❝cross your h e a r t ?❞

          “what?                     no, baby, it wasn’t bad. c’mere.”

      ❝...p r o m i s e?❞

          “i’m sure your milkshake does bring           all the boys to the yard, baby, there’s           no need to shout.”

                     ❝i know--       i just gotta make sure       e v e r y o n e knows.❞

“that is such a sweet gesture; i think i’d like to be laid to rest somewhere near the water.”

           okay, so maybe there’s            a tiny smile forming.

                    the only thing jack is doing in this very                     moment is pissing billy off further. his                     grip only tightens on jack’s hair, pulling                     him closer.            “you better start watchin’ yer fuckin’ mouth. the           only goddamn thing it’s good for is suckin’ dick.”                     he lets him go, taking a step back.

           once the hand fell away, jack turned.            wordlessly walking away from the other.

                    he’s rough, rougher than he truly needs                     to be as ring-clad fingers grip the back of                     jack’s hair, yanking his head back slightly                     so their eye contact remains.            “then go find my fuckin’ keys.”

           ❝i will if ya let go of me, asshole.❞

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          “y’take plenty of shit from me that ain’t           really yours, darlin’. now fuckin’ look at           me.”                     & he’s grabbing jack’s chin to make damn                     sure he does fuckin’ look.            “get the fuck over it.”

           ❝then go buy me some more.❞

          “i ‘unno, y’seem pretty fuckin’ stupid t’me.           oh for fuck’s sake, it’s a fuckin’ cookie,           jack. get yer pretty ass to the store and get           some more.”

          “y’are fuckin’ stupid, ‘cause           i didn’t do it, jackass.”

      ❝stop callin’ me stupid.       i ain’t stupid-- & don’t lie,       i know ya did, asshole.❞