Kent had his arms folded over his chest, head half-way nodding as he resisted sleep during the wait. He was roused by the sound of approaching footsteps. There was his shit ass brother just waving at him like he was picking him up for a ballgame or something. Kent didn’t wave back. His lips pressed together until they were a thin white line. His jaw worked back and forth as he ground his teeth.
Kent stood while his brother crossed the room. He scrubbed his hand back and forth through his hair. It did nothing for making him appear more together. It stuck up in places from where he’d been sleeping on it. Kent just made it worse.
When his brother was close enough, Kent swatted his Holden’s idiotically waving hand down. “That’s what you have to say to me you little shit? I look good?” Kent’s own accent also became thicker when he was angry.
“You’re damn right I’m tired it’s three in the fuckin morning! On a school night!” Kent’s voice rose to a booming pitch he’d honed as a teacher who frequently had to yell over the din of excited hormonal enraged teenagers.
“Hey take it outside boys.” Called the police secretary from behind the glass. “Not in here.”
Kent shot a glance to the receptionist and grabbed his brother by the upper arm to drag him towards the door. “I was asleep and you know I was.” Once outside Kent shoved his brother away roughly, he threw his hand over his nose dramatically. “You fucking reek. Smell like piss and liquor.”
Pressing the lock to his car, Kent located where he parked it when the horn chimed and lights of his red Subaru Outback flashed. He started walking towards it, turning to make sure his drunk brother was in tow.
Kent stood while his brother crossed the room. He scrubbed his hand back and forth through his hair. It did nothing for making him appear more together. It stuck up in places from where he’d been sleeping on it. Kent just made it worse.
When his brother was close enough, Kent swatted his Holden’s idiotically waving hand down. “That’s what you have to say to me you little shit? I look good?” Kent’s own accent also became thicker when he was angry.
“You’re damn right I’m tired it’s three in the fuckin morning! On a school night!” Kent’s voice rose to a booming pitch he’d honed as a teacher who frequently had to yell over the din of excited hormonal enraged teenagers.
“Hey take it outside boys.” Called the police secretary from behind the glass. “Not in here.”
Kent shot a glance to the receptionist and grabbed his brother by the upper arm to drag him towards the door. “I was asleep and you know I was.” Once outside Kent shoved his brother away roughly, he threw his hand over his nose dramatically. “You fucking reek. Smell like piss and liquor.”
Pressing the lock to his car, Kent located where he parked it when the horn chimed and lights of his red Subaru Outback flashed. He started walking towards it, turning to make sure his drunk brother was in tow.
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