After a long first day, and now night, you were in the car. Conrad in the back, drunk and pissed off from the fight that he managed to get it less than 20 minutes ago. the fight where you also got hurt, the asshole elbowed you in the face after you tried to stop the fight. Belly and Jeremiah were looking for Steven, who’s still somewhere wandering the beach. So as of right now it was just you and Conrad in the parked car. He drunkenly reaches forward slightly to tangle his finger in your hair, making you look up from your lap, using the rear view mirror to look back at him. “your hair is like a little kids, the way it’s always so messy.” you sigh out and you try to ignore the feeling in your stomach.