“I told you, I only fix cars for those who are willing to pay the price and you just tried to take advantage of me just because I’m a female.” Acacia stared at the other a little annoyed but also because she was hungover from last nights partying that resulted her mixing drugs and alcohol together, still feeling the effects of cocaine, Acacia wiped her nose with the tissue and took a seat. “So, tell me the real reason you’re here.” 

…how fucking wrong is this person?? like it’s embarrassing how wrong they are

This wasn’t the first time Elijah’s been up to no good but it was the first time he had been caught. He had been caught, spray paint in hand by some officer who was doing his nightly rounds and well, he ended up sleeping in a jail cell that night. Usually he was careful, watching his every move to make sure that some officer didn’t catch him by surprise but somehow, he let his guard down last night. It was nothing he couldn’t handle. He wasn’t going to beg for them to get him or take it off of his record. That wasn’t his thing. He even had the courage to talk back to the officer that had arrested him last night when he was free to go. Now, he was just waiting for a few release papers to sign and he was off to do the same thing he was arrested for. As the receptionist left to go get some papers, Elijah’s eye caught someone walking through the door. His eyebrow raised in curiosity. He could almost smell the innocence and naivety oozing from her. What was she doing at a place like this? “This might be the wrong place for you, hun. You’re probably lost. I can help you out once I’m finished here.” He smirked teasingly at the girl. 

Rhett sat in the curtained off ER pod with an ice pack to his eye. He had a pretty nasty cut above his eyebrow from the other guy smashing a bottle over his head and he was more than a little groggy from both beer and the blow to the head. Somewhere in the distance he could the other guy shouting and complaining about being held against his will and looking for the dick that put him here: Rhett was that dick. 

He had never been one for fighting. Sure he was a strong guy and took pride in working out and martial arts and the like, even some boxing, but he never sought out a brawl. Unluckily for him, the guy he had fought was annoying a very nice woman at the bar and when the drunk touched the woman, Rhett had to step in. A fight ensued and Rhett, even though he didn’t like to fight, wasn’t going to just lay down and surrender. So they fought. Cops were called. Ambulances arrived. And now he was in the ER waiting for a CT Scan and someone to stitch up his eye. Dropping the ice, Rhett gave a heavy sigh and looked down at his bruised and sore knuckles. Jenny was going to kill him, going into work tomorrow looking like he just lost in Fight Club.