âwhen iâm fucking dead you can have them.â it doesnât stem from any emotional attachment --- the piece of shit isnât his, not really, just a prize from a pool tournament some low-level pusher offered out of hubris --- he just doesnât get in a car unless heâs driving. thereâs the extreme exception, when an arm or legâs broken, typically, but heâs miraculously unscathed tonight -- aside from a minor blossoming of blood around his eye thatâll deepen to a bruise by sunrise. not enough to knock him out of play; heâs a survivor, goddamn resilient; itâs one of his few qualities he doesnât dismiss. dean props against the hood, twirls the keys around his index finger, and stares joey down -- not a challenge, exactly, but edging dangerously close.