south haven, homecoming, the party? see, bobby falls had a girl to go home to—bonnie, or whatever the hell her name was—but was she more important than just wanting to talk? “but you actually gotta meet somebody first to talk to ‘em,” was his excuse. i mean, would you deny a man of wanting to communicate with a pretty little thing like yourself?

after a few drunken cigarettes outside of rodney’s dance hall, you accepted bobby’s offer of going back with him and jim to the motel they were staying at. sketchy, but your whiskey-tainted mind ignored the painfully obvious red flags bobby had. but his handsome face and somewhat charming manners could easily overpower his… strangeness.

after winning yet another round of gin rummy, bobby’s pride got the best of him. throwing the cards, a low grumble escaped his lips as he suddenly stood up from the mattress, carding his fingers through his hair before turning to face you.

noticing the expression on your face, an exasperated sigh elicited from his cigarette-dangled lips as he joined you back on the bed, taking your hand in his in an unexpected gesture—unexpected, but slightly… welcomed? oh no.

“‘m sorry, baby,” he mumbled apologetically. “didn’t mean to scare ya like that. i jus’… i never lose at cards.”

he looked back up at you, his eyes casted downwards. was that genuine emotion flickering on his face, or just another one of his traps, drawing your drunken self in?