”Quit moving, dammit.” She grumbles, sighing as she pulls the Deputy closer, lodging her head comfortably in the space between her neck and shoulder. Joey had a tough day, so she figured the best way to cool was with her favorite Deputy and some beer. ”Gonna make me bite; don’t want that, do ya?” Adds Joey, her voice dripping with amusement at her playful threat, content in this moment of bliss.