Holden grunted, stumbling slightly as his hand was smacked, though his gaze remained firmly planted on Kent. Blinking a few times through the outburst, he questioned if calling his brother was his best option under the circumstances, but what was done couldn't be undone, and Holden didn't think Kent would take kindly to being sent home after the drive out to the station. "Well, do ye wanna hear you look like trash instead? Fuck, Kent, can't ye even take a compliment?" Not that it was a sincere sort of compliment, but it was a compliment none-the-less. Narrowing his eyes in an attempt to see more clearly, Holden added with an indignant sigh, "But thanks fer comin' ta get me, bruh."
With the commentary from the clerk at the desk, the two left the station only so Kent could continue with his tirade in the dark of the parking lot. "Well, what didja think I was gonna say, Kent? What sorta fuckin' response am I supposed ta give ye? 'Oh, sorry I got inta a bang up with some skav trash'? It ain' like I set off plannin' ta get alley jumped, an' yer damn right I knocked his ass out - wouldn' ye 'ave done the same?!' The push earned a scoff from Holden, his hands rising to shake out his hair which only furthered to accentuate his messy appearance. "Yeah, well, they didn' give me the chance te shower while they were bookin' me."
Stumbling along after Kent, Holden miraculously made it to the car without veering entirely off course, his hands flattening on the side of the vehicle when he was about to get in. "I'm sorry I woke ye up. That much is true, ye know." Fumbling a bit with the handle, Holden managed to open the door and slide into the passenger seat without much ado, buckling himself in with one hand while the other shut the door with a muffled click. "Not like I wanna fuck up yer beauty rest. Yer a right cunt when yer tired- you know that?"
With the commentary from the clerk at the desk, the two left the station only so Kent could continue with his tirade in the dark of the parking lot. "Well, what didja think I was gonna say, Kent? What sorta fuckin' response am I supposed ta give ye? 'Oh, sorry I got inta a bang up with some skav trash'? It ain' like I set off plannin' ta get alley jumped, an' yer damn right I knocked his ass out - wouldn' ye 'ave done the same?!' The push earned a scoff from Holden, his hands rising to shake out his hair which only furthered to accentuate his messy appearance. "Yeah, well, they didn' give me the chance te shower while they were bookin' me."
Stumbling along after Kent, Holden miraculously made it to the car without veering entirely off course, his hands flattening on the side of the vehicle when he was about to get in. "I'm sorry I woke ye up. That much is true, ye know." Fumbling a bit with the handle, Holden managed to open the door and slide into the passenger seat without much ado, buckling himself in with one hand while the other shut the door with a muffled click. "Not like I wanna fuck up yer beauty rest. Yer a right cunt when yer tired- you know that?"
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