In his line of work, especialy in a small town like this, it just became an extension of who you are. Though he found he rather enjoyed the sound of his name rolling off her painted lips. Yep, definitely drank those beers too fast if he's thinking about her lips. Thankfully, he was a good guy and even completely shitfaced and falling over, wouldn't be any danger to her. She by far hadn't blown her shot with him, likely wouldn't be able to do that at this point unless she was a felon herself. And he knew that couldn't be possible and still have her job. Well, a 'No dont touch me, i never want to see you again' would work too, but he doubted she'd be yelling that at him tonight. Unless he said something really stupid.
He chuckled as she spoke of following him "You'll be drivin real slow then. I walked" He smirked and headed for the door, holding it open for Nevaeh. Once outside, he scanned the nearly empty parking lot, spotting the Challenger with a smirk "Well you certainly have the same taste in cars as the rest of them. Sasha has one just like that in red"
When they reached his house, he directed her to pull into the drive beside his jeep before he made his way to the front door to unlock it and once again hold it open for her. He'd caught her up on what he knew of the last ten years, who'd been where and who was back. He made sure to fill her in on the volatile mix of emotions and stress that he'd seen at the complex, so she'd be prepared for what she'd be walking into. Once he had her inside and the door closed behind her, he motioned to the dark green couch while he took up a perch on the arm of an over stuffed armchair across from her.
Now came the fun part, explaining the situation and the suspicions they had about the feds. It was hard to explain gut instinct and minute tells to someone who wasn't there to see what had happened. She might not believe him, she might think her brother and his 'family' deserve what's coming to them. She might be a loose cannon that shoots off at the mouth to the feds, raining more hell down on everyone. But she might understand, might have some in that they didn't. A fresh pair of eyes was needed badly on this one, and if Memphis had called her in and she'd flown all the way out here for his... Seth was willing to trust her.
.Seth.Johns.
.thirty.
.6'3". brown hair .blue eyes.
.1984 Cherokee XJ. Hunter Green.
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