okay. pretty complicated, right?

you’re young, just a little bit close to emily’s age, but about an adult girl, and you’re a little trouble. lots of trouble.

and trouble means tangling with the sheriff.

you almost enjoy that part. because boy, damn if beau arlen isn’t fine, even at the age that he is. for christ’s sake, he’s old enough to be your father.

but, honestly, anyways, you weren’t even intending to cause trouble this time.

it’s not a secret that you self-medicate — usually with marijuana and drinking — mainly to help take off the edge of your equally troubled life.

this time, you were just sitting at an old bench, outside of the sheriff’s department. smoking a little, to indeed take the edge off.

was it stupid sitting there? yes. but, you were more focused on shutting down your crazy thoughts.

only to be caught by beau himself. and he’s almost not even surprised.

which brings you to now, the blunt you had stomped out, outside, per beau’s request, and you now going inside and into his office before him, knowing exactly where this is heading.

he just chuckles as he sees you sigh and roll your eyes, before clearing his throat and finally walking in.

“how ya wanna do this, darlin’?” he drawls in that thick texan accent as he walks in, heading towards his desk, his words silently asking if you’re going to take the easy way or the hard way or not. after already being caught.