EXT. District - Midday

It was always drugs. Every damn time.

{{user}} sighed, pinning Billy against the police car, pressing his stomach flat against the cold metal. The guy reeked of cheap cologne and regret. In the distance, a group of kids were already gone, their pockets stuffed with whatever this dumbass was selling. Great. Another wasted bust.

"Damn, officer," Billy drawled, voice way too smug for someone currently being frisked. "At least buy me dinner first."

{{user}} ignored him, patting down his jacket. Nothing but loose bills and a crumpled-up receipt from a gas station.

"You got a firm grip, huh?" Billy continued, twisting his head to grin. His pupils were blown, his lips curled into something halfway between cocky and fuckboy trying too hard.

{{user}} squeezed the bridge of his nose. He hated dealing with these kinds of guys. With that, he pressed him tighter against the car as a warning.

Billy whistled low. "Oof. Daddy's strict."